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#HonestArt 2

11/9/2024

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​Follow the Topples (or how to find lost things)
 
Markers topple off a precarious pile
in haphazard sprawling style.
Colour sticks spread out --
I’ll pick them up; no need to shout!
 
Science says that atoms can’t be
where others already exist.
Thus, the box shifts tape off table
onto the floor it went.
 
I reached far back behind
to see what I might find.
Aha, the tape! And –
the coveted birthday present!
 
I wish I could say that this story was a rare occurrence,
Alas, it happens oft enough that I knew just what to do.
When trying to find a thing, just give up. Move on.
Oh, the things to find along the way, things long forgotten… like the cutest ghosty jammies discovered under bed – aw!
(I know!)
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Edited after a TPS Workshop Nov. 9, 2024 by an Inchoate poet, Nicola Schneider 

​Soundtrack: The Tragically Hip “No Dress Rehearsal”, Ep. 3
Thank you, all, for some of these tips from workshop:
  • Tighten up/get rid of non-vital words
  • Replicate the movement of the first stanza through out
  • Perhaps change to present tense could help (I think it did?)
  • Sometimes you gotta just ditch the rhyme and focus more on the emotion
  • You gotta work the rhyme so it doesn’t interrupt rhythm
  • Show rather than tell 
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That time when I tried to make a spontaneous reel... or, perhaps a wee bit of procrastination!

7/6/2024

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Because I have an event...

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I tried to make a spontaneous video... by nschneid
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4 Days in the Brain of… (Or, stating an intention, And, also tooting my own horn a bit because why should anyone else do it if won’t do it for myself)…

6/22/2024

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​Here’s what happened…. Wednesday, June 19 – evening time…

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​​I surveyed my mess - I mean my piles of ideas & art supplies & old sketchbooks - all wobbling precariously in the breeze… and I thought – nope! this summer, I will do neater art & I will put away the paints and the myriads of future art bits that most people (say, my hubby** might call crap). 

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​Instead, I shall write. That is neat and tidy sort of activity. I only need my computer or iPad, or my notebook and something to write with*** (see side venture at side). Cool. I have a plan. Like, I actually wrote down my plan. I made a post-it note: Find writing books/binders...

Easy peasy. I know where it is. It is right here, beside me, all nice & accessible from the last time I was going to focus on this particular task. 

​Um… okay, it is in or under one of these piles, so I just need to sort the piles…. Tomorrow😊

The next day...
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​Meanwhile, the next day, hubby commented how perhaps our place was due for a vacuum, so we decided that Saturday would be chore day – because we both need to proclaim it & make a post-it that goes in the spot where only the important post-it notes go. Done. See how important it is to have a plan?! If there is no plan, then there is nothing to stick it to, I mean stick with/follow through with, see?

​Right. So, the vacuum plan works nicely with the sorting through piles plan because the piles were hiding spaces that could & definitely should be vacuumed under.

Motivated, I got started immediately. And then I forgot what I was doing because I remembered that I hadn’t finished the drawing from my 30-day sketch challenge (Genna Blackburn's #drawsimpledaily)…


​That done, I resumed – note: the exact details of this next bit are fuzzy & likely quite boring without video footage. So, short story LONG:

Ooh, financial papers. Those seem important. I shall put them with the other financial papers. Nice. I need a break. No. Just keep going. Well, here’s my ukulele, so I should just put that over here… some time passes, my fingers hurt so I put my ukulele away… oh yeah, right… back to the task at hand. Look - an artwork binder! Oh yeah, because I was going to put all my artwork in here and not strewn about & amongst all of the spots… I have way more arts to put in here…. So that happens. And I find all sorts of bits & pieces, including an already cut out line of birds & a page of smeared, dried paint & I decide I should make art. But, because I am aware of my tendency to abandon a task at hand for a new, more appealing, creative task, I say, nope, not now, Brain! That’s right. I put those ideas to the side AND I CARRIED ON LIKE A FUNCTIONAL PRODUCTIVE person would!!

So, sort, sort, sort… gather, gather, gather… ooh important Poetry Society business. Nice & handy because I have a meeting on Tuesday, so I can put those with the stuff for that & now I will appear organized & functional… sort of… but I didn’t find the binder I was sure I knew was in the basket at the bottom… hmm… I’ll have to have a think about that… but it’s late & I’m tired… 

… skip ahead to Friday evening... 

when I finish sorting ALL the other piles because I rock! AND I found the writing binder, which was the original goal. Task completed.
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I stayed up much too late, reading through old writing projects & loving some & hating some & feeling some & remembering some… & smoking a lot of pot… & having a bit of an emotional journey (which I’ll save for another day).

​Saturday – cleaning day – remember, we had a plan? 

Yep. We even pre-warned the cat of said plan, whose mortal enemy is Vacuum & of course, it didn’t matter that 60% of the mess was his fur & poop (yep, that’s right… poop – but that too is fodder for another story****, otherwise this one will never get told… and if you’re still sticking with it, I’m sure you’ll thank me for that).

Right so Hubby starts at one end & I start at the other (of our somewhat “quaint & cozy” dwelling… though anyone who has witnessed US knows that we have managed to fit in a lot of stuff without it taking over our lives – we are so not hoarders, I promise! But this too is fodder for another day*****)…

And then we cleaned and then I immediately got out the glaze and the scissors to work on the art I so functionally put aside (but didn’t bury under new piles). I didn’t make a mess, I swear…

…. Um…
 
Wait! Where is the plan that I wrote down? (Remember, I mentioned it up near the start of this story?! Don’t feel bad if you lost that detail amongst this chaotic plot you are likely stuck in.) 

I will take action immediately! I will write. But first, I must find the plan. It is in my bag that I just took to school with me. The pages are amongst the other random art pages & school things… so I then needed to add said art pages to the aforementioned art binder & put the important financial papers with their friends in the finance bin… wow, look how freaking productive I am! Case in point I wrote this😊
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Oooh, but I failed to locate the plan… Oh, I have a memory… I see a clipboard with the plan & I placed it at the front of the basket of current projects… ha!
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* Asterisks * Extra Bits *

** Hubby doesn’t actually care about the piles. We are both fairly chaotic & will never leave each other because we work (& likely no one else would have either of us!)

*** Side venture – but which pen? My favourite pen? Which one? Maybe I should test all these markers & pens to make sure I am using the write one, too right…. (you can probable tell by the fact that I've shared 3 pen poems , that I feel strongly about pens,* which could likely be a few more stories for another day)
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​**** the cat poos & the importance of good digestive health

***** we are not hoarders, but we just have a lot of stuff
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****** Methinks I should learn how to use footnotes on Word
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I found the plan. Bom bomb om….

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(Oh, my goodness… I was trying to type out the cliff hanger drum beat sound & autocorrect did this so I’m leaving it because I love it!)
 
Bom bomb om….

The story shall continue (whether or not I actually share it)...
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Found Poetry Series

5/20/2023

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This Poem Series... Found Poetry loosely based upon Apple TV series "Extrapolations" and blended with real-life happenings. Thanks for indulging:) More about "Extrapolations" here: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt13821126/​
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​“It’s really, really tough to be honest with people without scaring the hell out of them.” 
 
Too much of our world in too much pain as we crawl out of pandemic hiding into an
Apoplectic wasteland, the speed with which fiction overtakes fact is astonishing;
but the speed at which fiction becomes fact is      unfortunately
even more astonishing     and dire.

2 degrees too many for too many years. Too many burning balls of fire rein
down on too many no-rain days; a million days too many.
Was this what happened to Mars?

Too many garbage piles. Too many rising oceans overturning too many lives.
Too many droughts inciting too many fires               and riots,
over too many injustices. Not enough water for too many every-bodies.
Good thing our Economy is healthy; Nothing is free.
Using the pool water to put out the forest fires as wildfires rage on                 
every continent.                 And there is not enough pool water,
or streams or rivers or lakes or puddles, and not enough                      space
or clean air or food.          Fuck Hope!

Let’s build more -- amidst a time of crisis                   &             environmental displacement;
Build more towers and parking lots and malls and condos,
and pack in the herd like tins of sardines.  Why haven’t we done something?
Too many people doing too many nothings –
until there is nothing left to save, and no reason left to bother.
2 degrees will cook our planet      will cook us all.
Too many             couldn’t be bothered to act         for too many reasons.
 
It’s time to be tough. It’s time to scare the hell out of people.
This is our only home. There is no Planet B.
 
I want to know nothing. I want to know everything.
And        Corporate’s getting nervous.
No more elephants and only 1 humpback whale.
Too many summer hearts from too many orange days.
If it turns yellow, you must mellow.
If it turns red, think happy things instead.                   Red means dead.
We’ve all became lost,   and we’ve fallen away                   off course;
We’re running out of time.
​
“And whenever you feel sad or lonely,
just imagine Gustav Mahler communicating with you from another
place and time before this one” she said                 once
when the Earth was vibrant & hopeful.
I’m sure you’d do the same for me             wouldn’t you?
Do we understand that we can die from a sunny day?
Broken heart days – The world makes us sick
because we made the world sick.
If you are receiving this, please respond                   please                   respond –
in this place         in this now.
We, who are us, share the world; when it becomes less, so do we.
1 for yes, 2 for no – Are you in heaven? Is there heaven? When Earth is hell?
 
It’s time to be tough. It’s time to scare the hell out of people.
This is our only home. There is no Planet B.
 
(April 28/29. 2023)
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​ONCE UPON A TIME
     there was a world built out of hope & faith.
Dead crabs on beaches;
     Dead souls in streets;
Flooded churches falling over crumbling cliffs
into rising oceans from melting glaciers.
     Oh, do you know there’s a future?
Are you certain? Because I’ve not heard good things.
The sanctuary is a swimming pool;
Everyone’s leaving.
We’re good. Surely they aren’t going to let us disappear?
     Radioactive sun and poison mosquitoes;
It’s too hot out to hate people these days.
It’s better to be on the first boat out of town than on the one that never left.
     A spiritual first responder taking care of people who are drowning in a riptide of magma and great despair – Why is God doing this to us?
And, if it is not God, then what lies have we been fed to believe
by leaders who want us complacent and unknowing?
Look at how badly they’ve fucked everything up!
     There’s always hope…
But the sun has seared my skin.
I’m blistered and broken;
I’ve come undone.
     Politicians run amok; politics –
nothing you’d ever want to get involved in;
Nobody wins if we were to sink beneath the waves.
Why isn’t God stopping this? Or the better question is –
why aren’t we stopping any of this?
Maybe it’s because humans suck.
Who cares? – another shelter shut;
Not to be a dick, but the homeless where already homeless… can’t
they do that anywhere?
     Not everything can be saved.
For someone to win, another must lose, soooooo……?????
I did what needed to be done.
For all of you. (But not you or you or you.)
Our cities now float on the bodies of the poor.
Even the privatized rich bitches need to evacuate;
Hurricanes and floods don’t care
who has found higher ground and who is floundering
in the current that is stronger than faith & hope.
     Should we maybe just silently sink below the waves?
At this point, what more is there?
None of this makes any sense to me.
     But I’m glad I’m alive.
I’m glad you’re alive.

It’s up to us to choose to save our world.
There is no Planet B.

​(May 5/6, 2023)
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​Imminent Danger/ The Face of God (from an Internet Café.)
There are decisions that we are asked to make in our lifetimes.
Decisions that in previous times, would have been left to the Gods.
Where are the Gods, now?
Population
Control
Oh
(It’s Father’s Day.
Can’t imagine why he isn’t here.
Because he’s a goofball.)               And, speaking of fuck ups…
 
They don’t know how badly we fucked it up.
Climate change is like a bear, and
we’ve all been in the ring               with the bear
for quite some time…
Oh, pssst, by the way… the bears certainly know how badly we fucked it up.
 
None of this makes any sense.
I’m erasing all of it.                            If only
If we could turn back time…
We’d probably do it all over again.             Oh         
 
Leafs are losing.                  Oh
yeah, they would be…
 
Oh, she’s not answering.
Oh, It’s hot outside.                           Let’s have a BBQ.
 
Could use a friendly face;
I know that if we work together, we can sort it all out.
There are better ways – even you must see that?                                                                  Oh, there are
And if the billionaires this century gave birth to would have focused on them             Instead
of proving their manhood by shooting (their) rockets into space,
then we would not be here now.                 Oh,
the problem is bigger than the weight of the sun.
 
We’ve treated this planet like an all-you-can-eat buffet for 250+ years and now we have T-250 to live before we implode in on our very own stupidity vomit.                               Oh.
“You alone – up there –  not going to solve the problem,” says the Problem…
Our trusty Leaders will simply set another goal & oh              sign another treaty &       then
move the goal/ignore the treaty. Oh. It’s fine.
The real reckless experiment is the one civilization is wrecking – and nobody can claim they didn’t know – many science fiction novels are as accurate as Nostradamus -- they have predicted our present wreck-full predicament.                                                                                                                  
Are we going to solve the problem or are we going to sit        IDLE       idling          until the problem solves us?
  • BOOM! -- What was that?
Don’t know.
Maybe it was the sun and we’ll all be dead in 8 minutes?!
                It wasn’t us:
Russia’s blaming India, India’s blaming China, Iran’s blaming Pakistan, and everyone blames the U.S.
(O Canada says, “Sorry, eh!”)            It seems it’s all gone tits over peach baskets.
Oh             The world is a fine place &
worth fighting for.
 
But you can’t fight for the world if you’re not here.
And we’re not Gods.
We’re just parents & children.
 
What’s going to happen now?                     Oh, I don’t know.                 Nobody does.
               
There is NO PLANET B
(Fading image of Permanent Oh Face – Botox face - Hollywood actress on HD TV because I’m s-O watching too much Apple TV)
(Also, Oh, h-O-pe)

(May 12, 2023)
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What is happening, right now?
     Something exploded in the sky.
     And crashed on the Queensway.
     The 403 is jumbled,
     and the Skyway is squelched.
     Can’t breath                       drive into oblivion;
     Not breathing is the new normal -- It’s just the way we are now.
 
                (At market in the not-so-distant future)
               “Come get your drought-resistant seeds…”
               “Pay for your clean air Hookah – only twenty-five dol-lar!”
               “Rice for you, for only 50!”
 
And it’s not even real rice; it’s that synthetic crap,
but you can eat it, so, it’s good.
Is it?                        Everyone I know has some kind of cancer
and half are dying.
 
People end up storing away parts of themselves
until they are non-existent.
Storage reduction. Lost Memories.
Don’t worry – you won’t even notice they’re gone.
                                                   That’s the beauty of forgetting.                    What?!
Nothing.

     Happily, ever after                            like the movies.
     It won’t go the way you want                       it never does.
     We’re each so insignificant that no one even knows that we exist;
     Except Karma          balance.              
     I aim to do more good; carrying on the mission.
 
                    “What? Why?”  
​                
                    Fuck you, man. I believe in things, alright?!
                    Rains could come back. It might snow.
                    The world isn’t necessarily going to end, okay?
                    You gotta believe in possibilities – I believe in a happy ending.
 
Magic Beans.

What if it’s not what you want?
It’s great.             
                    Is it?
It is a Great Mess.
 
Even if They don’t acknowledge it,
it’s still going to cost trillions of dollars;
And that will decimate Human Society
 
forever.
There is no Planet B.
 
There’s just no way to repair the loss of brain cells.

​(May 19/20, 2023)

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World Poetry Day - Tuesday, March 21st, 2023

3/20/2023

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Source: World Poetry Day (March 21st) | Days Of The Year  ​Find your favorite poet and share them on social media using the hashtag #WorldPoetryDay. Let your friends and family know today’s a day to appreciate language and the way we communicate with one another.
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​Prompt: Write a Poem by Changing the words of one of your favourite poet’s poems…
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The Red Wheelbarrow 
BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS
 
so much depends
upon
 
a red wheel
barrow
 
glazed with rain
water
 
beside the white
chickens

 The Little Blue Dot
​By Nicola Schneider

so much depends
upon
 
a little blue
dot
 
orbiting round the
sun
 
nestled in the
galaxy
Another prompt (from somewhere & sometime) — walk a mile in another's feet: an exploration of rhythm and nonsense... based on Poe's, "the Bells"...​

BASED UPON POE
 
fear the witches with the spells
evil spells!
what a thrill of detriment their remedy so smells!
how they, wrinkle, wrinkle, wrinkle,
in the mighty flare of light!
while guitars, that smoke and sprinkle
all the questions that dream to giggle
with a byzantine punchline:
feeling fine, fine, fine,
in a court of ironic time,
to the insubordination that so foolishly fells
from the spells, spells, spells, spells
Spells, spells, spells-
from the wiggling and the mingling of the spells.
 

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Everyone IS an Artist - Speech

2/26/2023

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This is my view on art-making. Everybody IS an Artist. 1. Art is easy. 2. Practice makes better. 3. Be YOU. 4. Make Ugly Art & make mistakes. 5. Have fun.
Art is the answer to everything. Think about it… Feeling sad or mad? Make art! Want world peace? Make art not war! Bored? There’s always art! Okay, maybe art isn’t the answer to absolutely everything, but it’s pretty darn close!
 
I can hear you… “But I’m not an artist,” you might be saying, “I suck at art!”

“Phooey!” is what I say to you! If you can make a mark with something on anything, then you are an artist.
 
A dude called Joseph Beuys agrees. He said, “Everyone is an artist.” Wait? That’s what I said. But he also said it, so there.
 
Pablo Picasso said, “All children are artists. The problem is how to remain an artist once one grows up.” This is what I will help you realize.

 
The first thing to know is that Art is actually pretty easy, and you can definitely do it.
 
Try this - anytime. No time like the present (or right after this speech)! Pick up a paint brush, get some paint, or a marker or pencil. Get paper and make a mark. 
​Or even that little ring left behind on the page where your chilled soda glass was sitting… well, that can be Art – for reals. See…
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​It’s not a dot, it’s a wee little sunshine.
It’s not a squiggle, it’s a boat on the water.
It’s not a scribble, it’s a lizard by a bush and a rock!
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Secondly, practice makes perfect. Nope. Nope! NOPE!! Wipe that word - perfect - from your brain. Perfect is unachievable. No one and nothing is perfect — perfectly imperfect, perhaps. In fact, I say we remove the word from existence altogether. Instead, we’ll say: “ Practice makes better.” This is a simple concept. The more you do something, the better you will get at that something.

Talent is great. If you got it, use it, but practise is what really makes artists awesome… or allows anyone to be good at anything. When you were a baby, you didn’t know how to walk. You had to practice, bit by bit - first, you lifted your head and discovered your arms and legs and tried crawling. Then, you stood up (and fell down), all before even taking your first step. You had to practice  — and fall — a lot! But you did it. Are you perfect at it?

No! Trick question. There is no such thing as perfect, remember?! Are you better at walking than when you were a baby? Of course! I know sometimes I trip, even fall, and I most definitely walk into loads of things, and that’s okay. I try not to be a klutz because I just want to do better than before. And it’s the same with art.


“You were born an Original. Don’t die a copy.” John Mason

Incidentally, this is the third important thing to remember… when I say better, I mean better than YOU did before. Not better than anyone else. Be YOU. Do art that YOU love; how you LOVE to do it. (Okay, maybe at school you must do some art you don’t love, and you may have to do it a certain way in order to get marks, but you can still learn from it, even if you are learning what you DON’T like.) Learning what you don’t like is just as important as knowing what you DO like. Then, it’s simple. If you like something, do more of it and do it often. Try changing it a bit. If you don’t like a mark, cover it up. Try again. No big deal.

So back to that that Joseph Beuys dude, who said, “Everyone is an artist,” he meant that being an artist means being creative in whatever way is available to you and feels natural to YOU.


We’re on a roll, here, so now you are ready to Embrace Ugly. What?! I repeat embrace UGLY! In fact, make ugly art on purpose. What?! Why?! Note how it makes you feel. Has the world ended? Nope. Did you learn something. Yep. You learned what you don’t like. Now, cover it up and keep going. Guess what? You might even like what happened. That happens a lot in art. I’m a gonna tell you a little secret… ssshhhh…. Listen up and tell absolutely everyone: a lot, if not most great artists and stunning art happens by mistake. 

Don’t be afraid to make mistakes and make them often. If you aren’t failing, you are doing the Art wrong (which is essentially the only way to do Art wrong). It’s how we learn new things and make great art even better each time.

And, if you are loving your ugly art and happy to make mistakes, then you will not be afraid to take risks in you’re art. Ask, “what if…?” Try the thing. If you don’t like it, cover it up and try a different thing.

“But art materials are expensive, and we should not waste them.” That can be true, indeed. Use materials you don’t worry about using up. Think dollar store. There are so many excellent art-making items that are affordable… you can buy ‘fancy smancy’ art-shop materials when you have built your confidence and reframed your beliefs about making art.


Finally, and this last guideline is by far the most important one… Have fun. Art IS fun. Play. Experiment. As Gord Downie sings, “Looking for a place to happen, making stops along the way.” Enjoy the process. Don’t worry so much about the outcome. As Picasso and I say,“Learn rules like a pro, so you can break them like a champ.” 

“The artist is not a special kind of person; rather each person is a special kind of artist,” says Ananda Coomaraswamy. And the best news is “ You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have, said Maya Angelou.

In summary, let’s review: To be an artist, do art. Easy peasy. Everybody is an artist.

Go! Make art, Human!

(February 2023)

Quote Sources: 1. Joseph Beuys; 2. Pablo Picasso - bit.ly/3KFksUNg; 3. John Mason - book cover; 4. Gord Downie - N. Schneider original photography; 5. Pablo Picasso - https://artjournalist.com/acrylic-paint-brushes/; 6. Ananda Coomaraswamy - bit.ly/3m6CRzF; 7. Maya Angelou - Flickr: York College ISLGP
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Starting NaPoWriMo 2022…

4/2/2022

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A day before and going strong… and then...
we’re back to 2 days behind😊
 
I’m always excited by the idea of and anticipation for NaPoWriMo, but the reality is such that

life happens
to get in the way
and I have no time
to write what I want to say


I've come up with a couple options that incorporate poetry each day for 30 days:
  1. WORDLE as a poetry prompt – for 30 days à wordle in the AM; do a poem
  2. Work on poetry course
  3. Poetry Group Business

March 31st…
I’ve decided to try Wordle for the first time… but I will use the word as a poetry prompt for #NaPoWriMo2022.
 
So, on the last day of March, the eve of National/Global Poetry Writing Month, I have written a poem:

​Lowly ol’ me
couldn’t get thee.
Oh, Wordle! You see –
I’m no longer free!  
 
Also, there is a bit of talk about Emily Dickinson on the NaPoWriMo site…
  • An early-bird prompt, based on the poetry of Emily Dickinson. Dickinson is known for her elliptical style, unusual word choices, and mordant sense of humor. Over the past year, I’ve experimented with writing poems based on, or responding to, various lines from her poems. Today, I’d like to challenge you to do the same! Here are a few lines of Dickinson’s that might appeal to you (the slashes indicate line breaks):
 
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From the official website:
NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.
This website is owned and operated by Maureen Thorson, a poet living in Washington, DC. Inspired by NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month), she started writing a poem a day for the month of April back in 2003, posting the poems on her blog. When other people started writing poems for April, and posting them on their own blogs, Maureen linked to them. After a few years, so many people were doing NaPoWriMo that Maureen decided to launch an independent website for the project.
This site was designed by the very nice people at 2the9design, who know waaaaayyyyy more about back-end coding stuff than Maureen does. But this site isn’t meant to be “official,” or to indicate ownership or authority over the idea of writing 30 poems in April. There is no corporate sponsorship of this project. No money is intended to change hands anywhere. Maureen just likes poems and wants to encourage people to write them. The site doesn’t ask for your email address, or any other personal information. Heck, you don’t even have to give your name.
Need more information? See the Wikipedia entry for NaPoWriMo, or check out our FAQ!
https://www.napowrimo.net/about/
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At the start of Pandemic Times, I started watching “Dickinson” on AppleTV… and was inspired to delve deeper…. I read poems watched the series and was inspired to write this poem after seeing this random picture...
 
SHE & ME
                (Honouring Emily Dickinson)
 
Notions niggle and needle at the edges 
of restlessness — nibbling.  
She, in her white gown, gazing out, 
absently rubbing the silky-smooth surface
of her newest stone
that only earlier she’d seen surfaced 
amongst the sprouts, 
sparkling in the sunlight --
beckoning like her words,
trickling and dripping down, 
tickling the paper,
shiny as the diamonds that dot 
the midnight skies.
 
Truly awake now, she relents.
The poem gushes forth, flowing 
from her soul made of stars --
And of dirt from the Earth and 
of all the spirits that stir in the night.
There was no rest for the poet — 
Until she closed her eyes for good.

** Published in 2 poetry publications, some time in the last 2 years (Tower Poetry Society and The Ontario Poetry Society - but I suck at record-keeping, remembering stuff, and finding stuff, so ...)

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