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Overheard

They’re having a party in their room. Wish we had a party in ours She’s like the bully in high school. You were always what? I was not expecting this story in front of the whole class. Does it matter? I really have to go, ok? Bye guys, love you. We were so disappointed. She’s definitely a Kat not a Kathy. I always forget my towel. R&B is like the keys on the piano. It used to be a love triangle, now it’s like a pentagon. Don’t even bother. Hey whatcha doin’? The guy I like is a junior manager. Did he put the moves on? He was always smiling at me. Hold on, I made the whole thing up in my head We all need to fly solo for awhile. I’m done looking. No expectations or crushes So what did you think? You’re boyfriend is a boy. I actually remember everything. I really am clueless. I don't know what I'm doing. I pretend like I do. I'm not very good at romance. It's just like when Harry met Sally.

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Commentary: I did this exercise lying on my bed listening to conversations going on in the lounge across the hall. Sometimes it was difficult to make out what was being said exactly. That was one of the challenges I had with this exercise. Also, since there were different conversations going on, it was hard to keep track of all of them. I played around with the lines a little bit and tried to rearrange them, but I decided that I still liked the original organic ordering better, so I kept it as is.

#Attention/Talk/Websites #Apr. 18

Visual Poetry 2

The

is wrinkling in the

There is a giant crack in the

The Gods found a new

Playing

with the

We got hit the hardest.

What's the prize of a

?

#Apr. 11 #Digital/Visual Poetry

Visual Poetry 1: i carry your heart with me (E.E. Cummings)

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,

my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

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Commentary: I liked how this looked. I've never really put much thought into the visual aspect of poetry, so this exercise was refreshing. The scattered phrases were not conducive to reading, but I thought the design was interesting to look at. You could read the phrases in any order that you choose to. It makes the poem almost like a puzzle or a game.

#Apr. 11 #Digital/Visual Poetry

Meaning Eater

http://www.crummy.com/software/eater/eater.cgi?url-EoM=http%3A%2F%2Fthoughtcatalog.com%2F&eat-EoM=endings

#Apr. 4 #Flarf/Found Poems

Cento: Charles Bukowski

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-or-shine/

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-i-am/

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-is-your-heart/

an old man on the park benches liver gone kidneys going eating his own shit. during my worst times drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle I wouldn’t call it happiness- I recognize him as our former mailman. caged tree that settled for whatever was occurring we move on to the next cage. and when relationships went wrong his favorite expression had been: whores

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Commentary: Usually I like to recombine with snippets of lines, but I had to keep the lines intact for this exercise. Since most of the lines from my source poems were short to begin with, this was not extremely difficult.

#Apr. 4 #Flarf/Found Poems

Pits

A cute girl who likes to have fun Lucky for me we hang out a ton It's great to hear what you have to say Can't wait for your birthday which is only a few days away Enamored am I of the card you made me the other day Lucky for me we can be friends It's cool to see how personality blends UR AWESOME

-CF

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You're an awkward fencer, that's what I've heard. Cute and funny, so tall it's absurd. You text like you're half drunk, but I don't mind, We are friends, so it's been defined. You're not so good at matching your socks I'm not so good either, btw YOU ROCK! You have killer kicks, the red ones are destroyed If you'll be my friend, I'd be overjoyed. If I could be more I'd be ecstatic but I guess your situation is problematic.

-AL

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Commentary: These are poems that my friend and I exchanged earlier in the semester. I thought they were pretty terrible and juvenile aka perfect for this exercise!

#Apr. 4 #Flarf/Found Poems

Google Poem: Lover's Spit

for Lover’s Broken Scene Spit Forgot in People Let It Die ► All sit around and clean their face listen to teeth, learn to quit Wicker “Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl” two favorites... & listen for You. These artists related to lover’s redux spit _____________ 957,000 watch people drinking. They sit around and learn how to quit. listen to You. (What is this?) This is LOVER’S SPIT. _____________ Lover’s Report Lover’s all Lover’s / They Lover’s Lyrics >> “Lover’s, two Lover’s Video Lover’s for Lover’s appears Lover’s: Broken Lover’s (MP3 lover’s feist lover’s meaning lover’s chords lover’s redux

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Commentary: I googled the song I was listening to at the moment, "lover's spit." I picked out random snippets for the first two poems. For the third variation, each line was the word "lover's" and the first word that followed "spit." Overall, I liked how the second poem turned out. I liked how it looked with the parenthetical expression, all caps, numbers and italics.

#Apr. 4 #Flarf/Found Poems

Andrew 1,2,3

We watch people. You are a foot plus two inches taller than me so you rest your chin on my head. _________ You could never be a drug dealer because you are too skinny. But your gangly limbs move perfectly on the dance floor. ___________ You smoke cigarettes. They are unattractive. You knocked them down from your desk because you did not want me to see.

#Mar. 27 #Short Lines/Short Poems

Parts+of+Speech

Preposition To onto In into Round around Under underneath With within Up upon Of off Preposition + adverb To savagely onto In somewhere into anywhere Round soon around always Under mistakenly back-to back underneath With kindly within naggingly Peacefully up past upon Of off-tune off Preposition + adverb + noun To savagely onto life Pain in somewhere laughter into anywhere Love round soon around always family. Under mothers mistakenly fathers back-to back daughters underneath brothers Husbands with kindly within wives naggingly Peacefully couples up past upon age Of time off-tune off silence.

#Mar. 21 #The Art of Constraint

20 words + 1

http://www.observer.com/2011/daily-transom/sexless-and-the-city?page=0

YOUNG NEW YORKERS no longer care about having sex. It’s not the endgame, nor even the animating force of social interaction.

cut up using http://www.languageisavirus.com/cutupmachine.html

1. animating about sex. not force the NEW care nor about force sex. NEW the force It’s force YORKERS nor NEW interaction. 2. endgame, social YOUNG NEW force longer longer sex. It’s It’s of endgame, having longer not about the endgame, even YOUNG having 3. even social having even not care about longer social force sex. care no of YOUNG care about It’s care about social

#Mar. 21 #The Art of Constraint

Neologisms

http://writing.upenn.edu/library/Jabberwocky.html

http://writing.upenn.edu/pennsound/x/Schwitters.html

The hippa sottles and pottles It cherns thro the fropes of bakashi. Don’t worry, it only palooshes bimbops and grindles. You aip safe. If you miminked or gooted the popa preaster then you may need to hide. He pylows little gonos and atarts their nixits. I sworess to protect you but even I can’t lerms the swagosaurs.

#Mar. 21 #The Art of Constraint

i (Eunoia)

http://archives.chbooks.com/online_books/eunoia/

In April, winds lick windmills. I sit still, spitting wish is Instilling lightning lyrics in kings, kids, misfits. I sing in script, swim in ink. Imbibing drinks, I fill in sins with gin. My lipstick is dripping. I kiss with fish lips. My bliss is twinkling in twilight. shimmying in skylight. I might skip this shindig, fill this film clip with grins whilst midnight fights this light within.

#Mar. 21 #The Art of Constraint

When Disaster Shook the World: Portrait in X Parts

I. There was an apocalyptic trifecta: earthquake, meltdown, tsunami, and people died. I don’t know what to do, shake, melt or swim. I’m sorry, I really am. II. The rainbow is wrinkling in the rain. There is a giant crack in the Earth. The Gods found a new spectrum playing baseball with the planets. We got hit the hardest. What’s the prize of a home run? III. I dream of explosions and overflowsions, shake and quake between snooze buttons heavy with my broken heart, my empty heart. It hurts. What would have happened if I had told you I loved you earlier? I miss you, that’s all. IV. She is lonely. She cries every time an answer makes more questions, She spends too much of her life looking for a single answer. She asks “What’s the point?” “What am I paying for?” “Do we ever stop paying?” “When we’re done, aren’t we dead?” V. The answer is always “because.” VI. I want to give her an imaginary world with imaginary friends and imaginary lives. She is an only child It explains a lot. VII. Circle the appropriate answer: A. $2.00 for coffee creamer B. $10.00 for the shuttle C. A penance for negative thoughts D. My life as a mastercard commercial E. All of the above (Answer E makes me doubt myself, but maybe doubt is good when choosing all of the above) VIII. I am not whole But I am not broken Everyone has a someone, but my someone and I never belonged to each other in the first place. IX. Lists made in the mystical magical manifold of my mind seem to slip away fast. There is so much to do and so much will never be done. I want to get from “to-do” to “done.” Maybe I should start dreaming and stop asking why. Take the time to remember to do the things I don’t understand. Maybe over-standing is easier. I overstate that I’m underwhelmed and undermine that I oversee the upside. Mindful of my misgivings, I prefer to imagine life experience to experience, memory to memory. Scattered attention makes us feel like we’re getting more things done. But really we’re just doing more things badly. When I lose a memory, do I pay for it the next morning? or long after? I’d rather be overcomplicated and look for more things to ask. A good question is most of the answer. Sometimes the universe and all beyond does not let us understand. This “theory of everything” can be summed up in a point. The point is that “I don’t know #life.” X. The last moments of our lives are tragic, stunning, intimate. We have all returned, but our thoughts are still on their way. Hopefully when they arrive, they come slowly. That’s when the magic happens.

#Collaborative Poem #Mar. 14

I’d love to but...(excuses)

I heard my imaginary friend died. The lawn has turned into a jungle. My psychic advised me otherwise. The man on TV told me to stay tuned. I’m attending the opening of my garage door. My chocolate-appreciation class meets that night. The queen of roses has left me with nothing but thorns.

#Mar. 14 #Memory/Novel Forms

Simultaneous

All my favorite people in one room. The lamp flickers. We’re reunited. There’s chatter about “Friday” on a Sunday evening Laughter at the stupidity that wealth breeds. My roommate is the only studious one, eyes glued intently at her macbook screen. I sit at my desk chewing bubble gum, blowing bubbles Organically autotuned voices People are watching TV in the lounge across the hall. I see the glow of cigarettes in the courtyard. Everywhere, friends are catching up after spring break.

#Mar. 14 #Memory/Novel Forms

I remember

I remember your blue box car. I remember having debates about its true color. I always thought the paint was more purple than blue, maybe because I wanted your car to be our favorite color. I remember drawing balloons and happy birthdays in orange and purple across your back window in January. I remember losing one of my favorite mittens in the crevice beneath the seat and finding it months later. I remember mornings when I would get into the car to your scowl, because I was making us late for school yet again. I remember the days when you taught me how to drive stick-shift in a deserted parking lot. I remember that end-of-summer night when we decided to part ways. I haven’t been inside your blue box car since.

#Mar. 14 #Memory/Novel Forms

Collaborative "Twitter" Poem (Spring Break)

The piano man getting hit with glittery bricks nods. He mistakes pieces of a wild night scattered on the side of the road for unimaginable devastation across the world. He’s still trying to find the rainbow in the gutter. The rain is causing unrest. He often mistakes TV screens for mirrors. It’s hard to believe human thinking is real. If I could I’d hit him like a metaphor. Lick the back of his neck with my hair Drape my limbs over his every night I’m trying to figure out the truth. My book tells me you don’t need a blanket to stay warm But when I look up beneath virgin feet I blink on the bright side. I smell extinguished cigarettes in air conditioned cleanliness I get angry about things I can’t control. The same cumbersomethings. It’s hard to believe the sun is shining. _______________ Commentary: I enjoyed this exercise. It drew my attention to the poetry in everyday uses of language. The process was similar to putting together a jigsaw puzzle. Each tweet was a piece, but it was up to us to find the right fit. I thought this exercise gave just the right amount of freedom. There was an overall constraint, but we were free to compile the tweets however we wanted.

#Collaborative Twitter Poem #Mar. 7 #Spring Break

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