Monday, December 2, 2013

365 Poems: Lit 101 -- Today's syllabus contains found poetry, F. Scott, and Clint Black. Also, NPR.

Day 336

Hey look. Found poetry that we found.
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Just because you weren't an English major doesn't mean you get to skip class.

Today's poetry prompt is from Found Poetry Review, and our assignment is to erase, cutup, remix, or otherwise rearrange the text from page 22 of Secession no. 1, July 1922) to create a poem. We have remixed -- and added some punctuation -- and this is the result. I rather like it.

When the Eyes Transcend

When the eyes transcend
and I shall throw you into the river;
my plane has no wind no grass,
my dear Tzara;
let us have done with the purity.
You are a sweet girl
and I shall leave you for a moment.
I believe in neither common sense
nor paradox --
What said, my friend?
You do not believe;
it is too bad.
The dusk expiring,
so much beautiful --
I shall leave you for a moment
and I shall throw you in the river.
The finale of the symphony is hard.

From the Interesting Literature web site's 12 best facts post, slangy slang edition:
8. The earliest recorded use of ‘wicked’ to mean ‘cool, good’ is from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s first novel, This Side of Paradise. Our source for this is the Oxford English Dictionary, but of course there may be an earlier instance of the word which is yet to be discovered. Fitzgerald’s first novel also provides us with the first known uses of the words ‘T-shirt’ and ‘daiquiri’. We’ve got more about Fitzgerald in this special blog post on The Great Gatsby.
I can just hear Scott telling Zelda, 'Girlfriend, you are wicked cool.'

From NPR, Emily Dickinson's Envelope Writings: 'Gorgeous' Poetry In 3-D:
These 52 pieces were found, unbound, among Dickinson's papers, written on envelopes that had been used or addressed and unsent. They are as much works of visual as textual art, offering the chance to read into Dickinson's slanting handwriting. Her bubbly loops and long strokes suggest, to me at least, the odd confidence of one who knows the peculiar joy of refining and performing her own identity on a private stage, a bit like the names of boys or bands on the backs of middle-school notebooks.
 Isn't it amazing how Emily continues to amaze us? And after reading so much Emily in the beginning of Modpo, then exploring similar found poetry late in class, like a circle; we continue to tell it slant.

Tonight's playlist: Clint Black, throwback edition:

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