poems written = 6
poems written per day = 2
poems remaining = 69
poems remaining = 69
required poems per day = 2.5556
3 November 2011
75PoWriMo - VI
bleak tritina
the world shakes its head "no"
look around you - you're just one
of many wrapped up in your own cares
so certain everybody cares
even though you've made no
real connection to anyone
i'm sure there must be someone
you convince yourself cares
but whether you believe it of no
no one cares
the world shakes its head "no"
look around you - you're just one
of many wrapped up in your own cares
so certain everybody cares
even though you've made no
real connection to anyone
i'm sure there must be someone
you convince yourself cares
but whether you believe it of no
no one cares
75PoWriMo - V
on waking
louder than you might imagine
washed with pre-dawn light
this is urban silence
permeating my double-glazed cocoon
pulsing piano polyrhythms
sotto voce subtextural droning
if the cities never sleep
the suburbs slumber in shifts
every second someone somewhere
is scheduled to supply sounds
louder than you might imagine
washed with pre-dawn light
this is urban silence
permeating my double-glazed cocoon
pulsing piano polyrhythms
sotto voce subtextural droning
if the cities never sleep
the suburbs slumber in shifts
every second someone somewhere
is scheduled to supply sounds
2 November 2011
Stats - Day 2
poems written = 4
poems written per day = 2
poems remaining = 71
poems remaining = 71
required poems per day = 2.5357
75PoWriMo - IV
context
to understand this moment
you really need to know the backstory
the parade of preceding moments
see the cause,
and the cause of the cause
the continuous countdown
but the same is true
for every one of those antecedents
until the second second of existence
to appreciate this picture
you really need to see past it
move the margins
see the background,
and the background to the background
the profuse panorama
but the same is true
for every one of those scenes
until the edge of the edge of everything
stop
zooming
out
the scale of the infinite
reduces the definite
to the infinitesimal
the context to the context to the context to the context
decontextualises the context to the context
until the moment goes missing in the massiveness
start
zooming
in
imply the extrapolation
focus on the features
revel in the reality
relish the now
love every second for being itself
ironically, this poem is far too general and non-specific
to understand this moment
you really need to know the backstory
the parade of preceding moments
see the cause,
and the cause of the cause
the continuous countdown
but the same is true
for every one of those antecedents
until the second second of existence
to appreciate this picture
you really need to see past it
move the margins
see the background,
and the background to the background
the profuse panorama
but the same is true
for every one of those scenes
until the edge of the edge of everything
stop
zooming
out
the scale of the infinite
reduces the definite
to the infinitesimal
the context to the context to the context to the context
decontextualises the context to the context
until the moment goes missing in the massiveness
start
zooming
in
imply the extrapolation
focus on the features
revel in the reality
relish the now
love every second for being itself
ironically, this poem is far too general and non-specific
75PoWriMo - III
a truth which i learned repeatedly
when you wear your heart
-shaped scars under green sleeves of
army surplus shirts
when you paint your face
bordering your eyes until
noone looks inside
when you choose to live
where fans pilgrimage as they
emulate idols
nobody believes
you've never heard albums by
manic street preachers
when you wear your heart
-shaped scars under green sleeves of
army surplus shirts
when you paint your face
bordering your eyes until
noone looks inside
when you choose to live
where fans pilgrimage as they
emulate idols
nobody believes
you've never heard albums by
manic street preachers
1 November 2011
Stats - Day 1
poems written = 2
poems written per day = 2
poems remaining = 73
poems remaining = 73
required poems per day = 2.5172
75PoWriMo - II
a sad parable
out of my plastic coffee cup
emerged a man composed of steam
his wispy arms were lifted up
his features framed a silent scream
although presumed ephemeral
an intangible nothingness
just to oppugn my lemma all
his form began to coalesce
this new corporeality
enabled him to gravitate
til standing firm in front of me
he cleared his throat as to orate
alas, although he spoke, his voice
was out of auditory range
and merely propelled puffs of moist
fog vapours. his demeanour changed.
frustrated he could not be heard
he frantically gesticulated
but still could not be deciphered
before he dissipated
out of my plastic coffee cup
emerged a man composed of steam
his wispy arms were lifted up
his features framed a silent scream
although presumed ephemeral
an intangible nothingness
just to oppugn my lemma all
his form began to coalesce
this new corporeality
enabled him to gravitate
til standing firm in front of me
he cleared his throat as to orate
alas, although he spoke, his voice
was out of auditory range
and merely propelled puffs of moist
fog vapours. his demeanour changed.
frustrated he could not be heard
he frantically gesticulated
but still could not be deciphered
before he dissipated
75PoWriMo - I
midnight countdown
five background hums shift in pitch
four identical rectangles glow in a row
three hands reach their simultaneous zenith
two days mark their imperceptible abutment at
one arbitrarily prescribed moment
yes it's a gentle start, but it's a start.
five background hums shift in pitch
four identical rectangles glow in a row
three hands reach their simultaneous zenith
two days mark their imperceptible abutment at
one arbitrarily prescribed moment
yes it's a gentle start, but it's a start.
18 August 2011
i need your help / preparatory work
some of you may remember my 50PoWriMo blog from last november.
through whatever foolhardiness i have made it my goal to improve on this (at least numerically) by 50% and have thus created this 75PoWriMo blog.
i am launching it today because,
the thing is, doing the 50PoWriMo was hard, and the most time-consuming part of it was coming up with things to write about. coming up with even more things that aren't the same as the last things is going to be harder still. please could you donate me some subjects, or some titles or both. anything will do. please could you link, RT and generally pimp this around a bit for me. i'd love to have collected a bank of them before i start. think of it as commissioning an artwork, or being a muse or however you'd like to frame it that most makes it seem like a good idea. you'll get a thank/credit for what that's worth.
comment on this post, drop me an @ on the twitter, run up to me in the street with your suggestion scrawled in wax crayon on the back of a bus ticket or any other method you see fit.
"why," you respond - back in your role as narrative device, "that really doesn't sound like it would take very much effort at all. i would be glad to help you"
thankyou
through whatever foolhardiness i have made it my goal to improve on this (at least numerically) by 50% and have thus created this 75PoWriMo blog.
i am launching it today because,
- unless my maths have let me down, there are 75 days to go until the start of november which provides a tenuous link to the name of the blog
- this gives me plenty of time to repeat the following cry for help
the thing is, doing the 50PoWriMo was hard, and the most time-consuming part of it was coming up with things to write about. coming up with even more things that aren't the same as the last things is going to be harder still. please could you donate me some subjects, or some titles or both. anything will do. please could you link, RT and generally pimp this around a bit for me. i'd love to have collected a bank of them before i start. think of it as commissioning an artwork, or being a muse or however you'd like to frame it that most makes it seem like a good idea. you'll get a thank/credit for what that's worth.
comment on this post, drop me an @ on the twitter, run up to me in the street with your suggestion scrawled in wax crayon on the back of a bus ticket or any other method you see fit.
"why," you respond - back in your role as narrative device, "that really doesn't sound like it would take very much effort at all. i would be glad to help you"
thankyou
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