She kept saying how sleepy she was…they kept saying it was all in her head…
Yes, another year has rolled in again, and shocker of shockers…over halfway through February and I am only just now getting around to updating this blog, the one I keep hoping will be my main blog…the one where I can post my most important work, the one where I’ll put most announcements of note (?!?) […]
Yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about … the words above, I believe, are the Bard’s, and already used for a book or short-story by another master, Ray Bradbury. Still – so perfectly descriptive for the feeling I get anticipating October and THE POEMING.
Thanks to the collective innovative brains of E.Kristin Anderson, Sarah Nichols, and Sara Adams – fifty-five of us will be penning a found poem-a-day, every day for the month of October, each based on a different work by the prolific Stephen King. That is to say, we’ve each chosen, or been assigned, a different book, novella, or short-story – some of us were too late to get our “favourites” and some of us waffled a bunch (I can see this as I was a primo waffler) so ended up getting an “orphan” story. I’ll be doing my poems using “The Colorado Kid” – a story with which I was unfamiliar before this project.
We’ve all opened Tumblr pages specifically for this project and will be posting links to our poems daily on a FaceBook page created for it also, as well as lots of other places.
This is probably my fourth or fifth official found poetry project and I’m really excited to be taking part. Many of us in The Poeming met taking part in Found Poetry Review projects and have kept in touch since the Pulitzer Remix project three or four years ago. Kudos to Jenni Baker for spear-heading those complicated endeavours and engendering a love of the form in so many of us.
I hope if you’re reading this, you’ll check out The Poeming, come October 1st. My own poems should be up at Say Againsayagain.tumblr.com
Oh, and before I forget to mention – this magnificent banner’s artwork was done by Jay Knioum – many thanks for both the artistry and the use, Jay.
As always, Owen brings to light another Canadian gem – Eva H.D. … worth a read …
Due to a much more severely constrained schedule for the imminent future, I will be writing Marrow Reviews as “blurbs & irks” rather than, as I would prefer, lengthier, more complexly argued essay-style pieces. But on the premise that some intelligent reaction to Canadian poetry books is better than none, here goes.
[bit of a gushy blurb] One is first struck by her unique name, then by these poems, that full-force their way into the reader’s mind with lyrical lengths that rarely sacrifice rhythm for narrative and where a sense of place is never hokey but rather grounded in culturally adept perspectives. But what really strikes is the risk. And it’s less content I consider when aching for leaps off poetic precipices and more sound collisions (“chloro-full pulse riling to the thunk/of truant basketballs”), teeterings on the line between necessary awkward and inessential incorrect (“as if panhandling for extinct species/would…
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Such a well-articulated tale of one person’s journey (ongoing) with mental illness, her struggle to overcome the accompanying stigma, and the encouragement she is bent on offering others as she goes, to get help, to realize there is much that life has to offer – well worth the read.
Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.
We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going.
In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…
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