Venetta Octavia, At First, I Was a Forest Fire
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Venetta Octavia, At First, I Was a Forest Fire
I’ll just list ways you can accomplish this [radical revision] when you are working on a poem. Dig up some old ones and see what happens (it’s best to use old ones to start, as you are no longer emotionally attached to them): 1) If someone tells you you have too much in your poem, add more. 2) If someone tells you you have too little in your poem, take out more. 3) Take the last line and make it the first. Rewrite from there, keeping whatever works in what’s already there. 4) Expand your poem: Add subordinate clauses using who, when, until, if, while, before, after, as, since, whenever, where, etc. Also use coordinating conjunctions: and/and/and; or/or/or; but/but/but (think of it as a list that keeps going). So, for example: “The man, who once loved me, who once told me ________, and ________, and ________, and ________ …” so you’re pushing the syntax and the comfort of the line/sentence. Actual listing: make a qualitative progression (light to dark, big to small, for example); can’t be random. Push the list, see what you come up with. Repetition: repeat what you just said. Maybe repeat it again. Contradiction: say the opposite of what you just said. 5) Compress your poem: Negation: use the word ‘not’. When you do this you get both the thing named and its absence. You can also use other words that negate - ‘un’; ‘never’; ‘less’; ‘without’. Neologisms: (what I like to refer to as kennings - used in Anglo Saxon poetry): put words together to create a heightened adjective, a metaphor: 'the shutmouth mother’; 'the sorrowfence’. Possessives: use possessives: 'how the sun’s poultice draws on my inflammation’ (Sylvia Plath) or 'the wind’s rebuke’ and 'the leaves’ exhalation’ (Brigit Pegeen Kelly). Shift the parts of speech: Use a noun as a verb or vice versa. Use an adjective as a verb, etc.
Catherine Barnett, from “Radical Revision” (via heteroglossia)
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Miranda July
COMING OUT DAY
I wrote a letter. I started drinking
and I didn’t stop drinking until
one week ago. I remembered all the fires
that used to threaten our house.
How we’d have to pack up and leave
and hope we’d be returning
to something other than ash.
How you’d pray.
How I’d tell myself god would do whatever
she wanted and we’d just have to deal.
I don’t think god would like
what you’ve done with her.
She was a dream at the beginning of time
who never could have imagined
all this blood.
All these names for things.
All these bodies trying to forget themselves.
I told you how I wanted to die
before everything happened.
This earth was always too small
to hold the sound I make.
You said there were answers in prayer
and you were right.
When I inhale I am praying.
When I get dressed I am praying.
When I climb the mountain and let the wind
fuck me up I am praying.
When I call myself a woman I am praying.
When I cut loose every inch of hell
that was woven through my body I am
praying.
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what frustrates me about plagarism online is that people always think they don’t count, they’re the exception to the rule? they never said it was theirs or else they used quotation marks or something?
idk its just frustrating to see things i’ve worked so hard on reduced down to an unattributed line to apply to other characters? one that really frustrates me is these “incorrect___quotes” blogs, i personally something i wrote posted on one of these blogs without any attempt to attribute it to me, the original source and it’s so frustrating? like i appreciate those blogs are funny when you’re using well known easily source-able and obviously incorrect quotes from say.. parks & rec or harry potter or something, but to use the words of writers like myself who are really just getting started, and not sourcing them is very very annoying?
like especially what it means for words i wrote as a messy 20 year old girl about my experiences of trauma and mental illness, about my suffering, to be attributed to a man who has been dead 400 years is so? gross? like you gotta bare in mind that a lot of writers on tumblr are young girls, are lgbt, are people of colour, are mentally ill, are any combination of those things and the very many ways plagarism and other interaction with writing here erases us as writers but also erases our experiences that are crucial to our work?
i am very inarticulate about this all so if you have thoughts to add go wild but basically? if you see writing or art unsourced, google it, see if you can find the original source! if you see writing or art attributed to someone and it just doesn’t quite add up (e.g. my words obvi weren’t said by ophelia because i don’t write in an archaic shakespearean way), google it! it will take you two minutes to find the original source of writing or art tbh, it’s really not hard
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Poetry recs? Like your absolute absolute favourites
Okay these are the ones that made me die a little
“all people are driven to the point of eating their gods”
“if I love you / is that a fact or a weapon?”
“the kingdom of god is within you because you ate it”
“the blood in your mouth – I wish it was mine”
“his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars”
“I am singing now while rome burns”
“that corpse you planted last year in your garden, has it begun to sprout? will it bloom this year?”
“so the gods sank to human shape with longing”
“those imperial, disimpassion’d eyes”
“this beautiful speed will be the end of us. those are stars in our teeth.”
“if love wants you, if you’ve been melted into stars”
“out of the ash I rise with my red hair / and I eat men like air”
“your body hurts me as the world hurts god”
“lessons on loving a prophet”
“and I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void”
“tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine”
“to love a prophet is to become their desert”
“the void rushing up to greet us in the absence of god”
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