yesterday I came into the house smelling of gas and memory; the smell of grass cuttings, of course, recalls older days, days with little form to them; they’re filled with objects: poems, turntables, shoes, the sound of doors opening, bandages, stomping horses, gift boxes. I’m not good with machines, though they are hard to break; […]
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100 Days :: Summer 2011
This will be my fourth year participating in the fun, exciting, and challenging 100 Days projects: year 1 I wrote one hundred poems; year two I wrote one hundred stories; year three I wrote 100 fictions. For 2011 I will round things out with another 100 poems.
But what's the intention. This summer my focus will be on hunting things down and tagging, hyperlinking, and using social media to identify those found items that inspire the poems. I will be watching for what the artists, musicians, and other creators do and will try to make poetry out of "found relationships." But also thinking hard about imagery, language, and orthographics. I've never been comfortable with punctuation in poetry but I am fascinated by putting heavy trucks on the edges of leaves or turning one celled creatures into things that point north, where yellow ducks live. -
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