Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonOctober 24, 2012 - 9:30pm
I've just realised: poetry is the literary equivalent of a guitar player's noodling!
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland October 24, 2012 - 9:49pm
Pee Stew
ammonia and cellophane,
brain food and tryptophan,
in like a bullet,
out like a fad.
tastes right,
late night,
Good Friday.
jyh
from VA is reading whatever he feels likeOctober 24, 2012 - 10:29pm
I've just realised: poetry is the literary equivalent of a guitar player's noodling!
That's absurd. I won't argue because I know you can't possibly be serious.
newName
October 25, 2012 - 1:44pm
I've just realised: poetry is the literary equivalent of a guitar player's noodling!
Why does this sound so, SO dirty to me?
Oh, wait...because it's me. o.O
Dino Parenti
from Los Angeles is reading Everything He Gets His Hands OnOctober 25, 2012 - 2:46pm
It's actually more like jazz guitar; we're the ones really noodling by comparison:)
pendragon
from Seoul is reading MemoriesOctober 26, 2012 - 10:19am
Poetry is about capturing single moments caught in time. If all of time were a snowglobe, each little flake would be a life drifting thru time & space. What a poem does is captures a snowflake drifting through the air, stops it, examines it, & breathes thru it. That moment can be only an emotion or a kiss, but it becomes isolated in poetics & made larger. Fuller.
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland October 27, 2012 - 7:46pm
Final Run Bump.
Four more days before I post the poll. If no more submissions come in by Tuesday I may post it earlier so voting can commence well before WAR starts. Regardless, a new prompt will be issued on November 1st
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Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonOctober 27, 2012 - 9:19pm
I just watched the Led Zeppelin film; poetry is totally noodling, J.Y. Or are you saying Jimmy Page isn't an artist?
Dino Parenti
from Los Angeles is reading Everything He Gets His Hands OnOctober 28, 2012 - 12:03am
Isn't "noodling" also a term for catching catfish with your bare hands, or am I confusing that with something else?
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland October 28, 2012 - 12:13am
Noodle=limp and stringy.
Noodling=trying to stick it with whiskey-dick
Right?
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Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonOctober 28, 2012 - 1:03am
Argh, don't you kids listen to the rock and roll. Noodling is when a guitar player just fucks around, like an unplanned, off-the-cuff guitar solo, sometimes in the middle of a song, sometimes between songs. Hendrix noodled, Page did it, and the other night Billy Corgan did it, too. It's not really playing anything, just musical rambling that can be interpreted any way. Like poetry.
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Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonOctober 28, 2012 - 1:05am
And yeah I think I heard something about giant catfish and hill folk, too. I choose to pretend it doesn't exist.
wickedvoodoo
from Mansfield, England is reading stuff.October 28, 2012 - 4:27am
Reading back over this thread there are five or six really good entries that could compete for my vote. A nice turnout, and the poll is gonna be very interesting.
jyh
from VA is reading whatever he feels likeOctober 28, 2012 - 10:14am
Emme --- I like LedZep. And if you've listened to them much you know Page does more than noodle. Sure he has his moments where he's just fucking around, but he also plays some perfectly constructed, simple (often deceptively simple) and elegant lines. To think of him as being predominantly or primarily a noodler is unrealistic; likewise poetry.
Stacy Kear
from Bucyrus, Ohio lives in New Jersey is reading The Art of War October 28, 2012 - 1:12pm
My poem Seamstress from this thread is going to be in Downer Magazine Nov 2, pretty cool.
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Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonOctober 28, 2012 - 1:30pm
@J.Y. No, he does more than noodle, but he does noodle (particularly live). Sometimes it's obnoxious, sometimes it's clever and gorgeous. Like poetry. At least, that is what poetry is for me. I don't take it seriously, it's just a way to defrag my brain when I'm tired of writing other stuff. I don't think; I just put whatever comes up down, whether or not it makes sense, because I'm going with the mood or whatever. Thus, noodling.
I just thought it was a funny observation, didn't mean to inflame anyone's sensitivities.
@Stacy Congratulations, mama! It's a lovely piece with wonderful imagery.
Stacy Kear
from Bucyrus, Ohio lives in New Jersey is reading The Art of War October 28, 2012 - 2:13pm
La Emma, J.Y. is easy to inflame. One could say he is flaming.
and thanks. :)
Dino Parenti
from Los Angeles is reading Everything He Gets His Hands OnOctober 28, 2012 - 2:23pm
Congrats Stacy! I loved your poem.
wickedvoodoo
from Mansfield, England is reading stuff.October 28, 2012 - 2:50pm
Kudos!
I want the poll already! Ha.
jyh
from VA is reading whatever he feels likeOctober 28, 2012 - 5:42pm
I thought I was being rather cool-headed and casual. No offense on this end until all this talk of my inflammation. You mean like a rash or some hemorrhoids, right? Not actual flames. I mean I'm irritable, but I wouldn't say combustible. Although I did rage out on my computer game a couple times today. But Stacy said flaming. Flaming? C'mon.
Stacy Kear
from Bucyrus, Ohio lives in New Jersey is reading The Art of War October 28, 2012 - 7:20pm
@ Haha You are fun
jyh
from VA is reading whatever he feels likeOctober 29, 2012 - 2:48pm
I don't want my friend to give me his money
I don't want my life to end on a gurney
I don't want to trade my two cents for a lie
I just want to know there are fish left to fry
Covewriter
from Nashville, Tennessee is reading & SonsOctober 29, 2012 - 7:14pm
Jonathan helped me edit my entry since I said I had not written poetry before. I don' t know if the edited version qualifies to be in the voting since he made the suggestions, but I thought it would be good to post the new version here. The earlier version is higher up in the threade. You can see how much better it is, or at least that's what I think.
Guilt
A bullet ends it,
Your spirit resides
I toss in sweat-soaked linen.
Your spirit reminds
I tore your heart
before the bullet hit
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland October 30, 2012 - 10:40am
I'll have October's poll up somethime between 6 p.m. and 10 p.m. central time this evening. If anyone want's to get a last entry in before the deadline feel free. Just make sure it sucks because I'm having a hard enough time choosing the finalists as it is. But if you want to be a butt and write a badass poem have it in by 5:00 p.m. central to be considered for the poll.
Thank you,
Jonathan
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland October 30, 2012 - 8:01pm
Thank you to everyone who participated! It was a really hard choice to narrow it down to 5. Took me all evening actually. Hope everyone participates again next month. Also, congrats to the finalists. Everyone pay them gratitude by voting for your favorite. Tell your friends about it too! I'd love to have a longer Poll next month, since it will cover a full month. New Prompt will be issued tomorrow or thursday.
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland November 1, 2012 - 6:41pm
NOVEMBER'S PLIGHT PROMPT:
In the spirit of WAR this month’s prompt will be the acronym W.A.R.
What I want for the competition this month is a three line poem. First line starts with a W. the second with an A. and the third with an R.
Use as many words as you want in each line of the poem. It does not have to be a haiku but can be if you like.
One example: Walk in the dark After Running from the sun.
Have fun guys. Enter as many as you like. I will put up one in the poll from each submitter (if I have ten or less submitters) (if all 64 war contestants submit then I'll put 20 in the poll) at the end of the month. Enjoy the Plight and Kill in WAR.
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland October 31, 2012 - 10:42pm
Wage
angry
revenge.
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Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonOctober 31, 2012 - 11:36pm
We
All die
Running from something.
voodoo_em
from England is reading All the books by Ira LevinNovember 1, 2012 - 2:58am
^ Emme, I really like that :)
jyh
from VA is reading whatever he feels likeNovember 1, 2012 - 7:05am
Wicked as the Way we walk, Widdershins and Wasted
As the Arrows Aiming after all the Angry Asking
Repay the Ruined Riskers, Raping Roil in the River
Devon Robbins
from Utah is reading The Least Of My Scars by Stephen Graham JonesNovember 1, 2012 - 3:35pm
^ What the fuck just happened to me?
wickedvoodoo
from Mansfield, England is reading stuff.November 1, 2012 - 6:55pm
At Your Last
When the mountains roll hot
and flow long to drown you
remember who fired first
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland November 1, 2012 - 5:34pm
^Great one!
wickedvoodoo
from Mansfield, England is reading stuff.November 1, 2012 - 6:56pm
Cheers buddy. I edited it slightly because the timing was off.
I am having fun with this thread so far. Both prompts have gotten me to have a go. Now, I know sweet nothing about the 'official rules' of poetry. For me though, writing poems and writing microfiction/flash requires much the same skill-set.
iamsnaggletooth
November 1, 2012 - 6:56pm
Wasted
adolescence.
Rebel.
Dino Parenti
from Los Angeles is reading Everything He Gets His Hands OnNovember 2, 2012 - 6:19am
Wasting
Away our lifetime
Revenue potential
iamsnaggletooth
November 3, 2012 - 7:29am
Women
against
rape.
Boone Spaulding
from Coldwater, Michigan, U.S.A. is reading Solarcide Presents: Nova ParadeNovember 3, 2012 - 8:29am
Writing from a prompt
As the wintry winds buffet
'Round my warm retreat
Courtney
from the Midwest is reading Monkey: A Journey to the West and a thousand college textbooksNovember 3, 2012 - 1:56pm
Wet, fresh blood
against the sting of open wounds, both from
recoil
pendragon
from Seoul is reading MemoriesNovember 3, 2012 - 2:16pm
wake alone--
always without you:
rain -- dreamt sun
pendragon
from Seoul is reading MemoriesNovember 3, 2012 - 10:10pm
worlds shatter--
are dreams but lost love ?
rest: leaves shade
iamsnaggletooth
November 4, 2012 - 11:29am
We scream like children
aged two to six. We fuck on
roadsides. You make me sick.
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland November 4, 2012 - 12:17pm
^ ;)
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland November 6, 2012 - 8:58am
These are great so far guys. If you get a breather between battles be sure to jot something down in here.
Class Facilitator
Emma C
from Los Angeles is reading Black Spire by Delilah DawsonNovember 6, 2012 - 11:39am
Mine, and J.Y.'s are my favourites so far.
MadPoet
from Australia currently living in Seattle is reading at least three books at any given time.November 8, 2012 - 11:24am
Whispers of a heart's broken
Arryhthmic score:
Rhapsody of You.
Jonathan Riley
from Memphis, Tennessee is reading Flashover by Gordon Highland November 8, 2012 - 11:29am
Right on M.P. I like that.
Frank Chapel
from California is reading Thomas Ligotti's worksNovember 8, 2012 - 8:51pm
We play god
And we might just be
Revisiting our own ashes
MadPoet
from Australia currently living in Seattle is reading at least three books at any given time.November 8, 2012 - 9:48pm
Thanks :)
They're all so great. Frank, I really like that one.
newName
November 10, 2012 - 12:28pm
Okay, so I totally broke the "three line poem" rule, but I still stuck with the letters. If that's not cool, then I suppose you could just use them as three seperate poems (individually they'd be titled by their first words). I know, I know...I just couldn't help but submit this.
"Contemplation"
When all is quiet--
Almost silent--
Remain all our mistakes,
While new babes cry,
As old men die,
Renew our heartfelt aches,
What, to us, does our purpose bind
Amidst immortal tide of time
Reviewing thus, my spirit quakes.
I've just realised: poetry is the literary equivalent of a guitar player's noodling!
Pee Stew
ammonia and cellophane,
brain food and tryptophan,
in like a bullet,
out like a fad.
tastes right,
late night,
Good Friday.
That's absurd. I won't argue because I know you can't possibly be serious.
Why does this sound so, SO dirty to me?
Oh, wait...because it's me. o.O
It's actually more like jazz guitar; we're the ones really noodling by comparison:)
Poetry is about capturing single moments caught in time. If all of time were a snowglobe, each little flake would be a life drifting thru time & space. What a poem does is captures a snowflake drifting through the air, stops it, examines it, & breathes thru it. That moment can be only an emotion or a kiss, but it becomes isolated in poetics & made larger. Fuller.
Final Run Bump.
Four more days before I post the poll. If no more submissions come in by Tuesday I may post it earlier so voting can commence well before WAR starts. Regardless, a new prompt will be issued on November 1st
I just watched the Led Zeppelin film; poetry is totally noodling, J.Y. Or are you saying Jimmy Page isn't an artist?
Isn't "noodling" also a term for catching catfish with your bare hands, or am I confusing that with something else?
Noodle=limp and stringy.
Noodling=trying to stick it with whiskey-dick
Right?
Argh, don't you kids listen to the rock and roll. Noodling is when a guitar player just fucks around, like an unplanned, off-the-cuff guitar solo, sometimes in the middle of a song, sometimes between songs. Hendrix noodled, Page did it, and the other night Billy Corgan did it, too. It's not really playing anything, just musical rambling that can be interpreted any way. Like poetry.
And yeah I think I heard something about giant catfish and hill folk, too. I choose to pretend it doesn't exist.
Reading back over this thread there are five or six really good entries that could compete for my vote. A nice turnout, and the poll is gonna be very interesting.
Emme --- I like LedZep. And if you've listened to them much you know Page does more than noodle. Sure he has his moments where he's just fucking around, but he also plays some perfectly constructed, simple (often deceptively simple) and elegant lines. To think of him as being predominantly or primarily a noodler is unrealistic; likewise poetry.
My poem Seamstress from this thread is going to be in Downer Magazine Nov 2, pretty cool.
@J.Y. No, he does more than noodle, but he does noodle (particularly live). Sometimes it's obnoxious, sometimes it's clever and gorgeous. Like poetry. At least, that is what poetry is for me. I don't take it seriously, it's just a way to defrag my brain when I'm tired of writing other stuff. I don't think; I just put whatever comes up down, whether or not it makes sense, because I'm going with the mood or whatever. Thus, noodling.
I just thought it was a funny observation, didn't mean to inflame anyone's sensitivities.
@Stacy Congratulations, mama! It's a lovely piece with wonderful imagery.
La Emma, J.Y. is easy to inflame. One could say he is flaming.
and thanks. :)
Congrats Stacy! I loved your poem.
Kudos!
I want the poll already! Ha.
I thought I was being rather cool-headed and casual. No offense on this end until all this talk of my inflammation. You mean like a rash or some hemorrhoids, right? Not actual flames. I mean I'm irritable, but I wouldn't say combustible. Although I did rage out on my computer game a couple times today. But Stacy said flaming. Flaming? C'mon.
@ Haha You are fun
I don't want my friend to give me his money
I don't want my life to end on a gurney
I don't want to trade my two cents for a lie
I just want to know there are fish left to fry
Jonathan helped me edit my entry since I said I had not written poetry before. I don' t know if the edited version qualifies to be in the voting since he made the suggestions, but I thought it would be good to post the new version here. The earlier version is higher up in the threade. You can see how much better it is, or at least that's what I think.
Guilt
A bullet ends it,
Your spirit resides
I toss in sweat-soaked linen.
Your spirit reminds
I tore your heart
before the bullet hit
I'll have October's poll up somethime between 6 p.m. and 10 p.m. central time this evening. If anyone want's to get a last entry in before the deadline feel free. Just make sure it sucks because I'm having a hard enough time choosing the finalists as it is. But if you want to be a butt and write a badass poem have it in by 5:00 p.m. central to be considered for the poll.
Thank you,
Jonathan
October's Poll is up.
http://litreactor.com/discuss/plight-of-the-poet-october-edition-vote-for-the-sharpest-shooter#comment-111852
Thank you to everyone who participated! It was a really hard choice to narrow it down to 5. Took me all evening actually. Hope everyone participates again next month. Also, congrats to the finalists. Everyone pay them gratitude by voting for your favorite. Tell your friends about it too! I'd love to have a longer Poll next month, since it will cover a full month. New Prompt will be issued tomorrow or thursday.
NOVEMBER'S PLIGHT PROMPT:
In the spirit of WAR this month’s prompt will be the acronym W.A.R.
What I want for the competition this month is a three line poem. First line starts with a W. the second with an A. and the third with an R.
Use as many words as you want in each line of the poem. It does not have to be a haiku but can be if you like.
One example:
Walk in the dark
After
Running from the sun.
Have fun guys. Enter as many as you like. I will put up one in the poll from each submitter (if I have ten or less submitters) (if all 64 war contestants submit then I'll put 20 in the poll) at the end of the month. Enjoy the Plight and Kill in WAR.
Wage
angry
revenge.
We
All die
Running from something.
^ Emme, I really like that :)
Wicked as the Way we walk, Widdershins and Wasted
As the Arrows Aiming after all the Angry Asking
Repay the Ruined Riskers, Raping Roil in the River
^ What the fuck just happened to me?
At Your Last
When the mountains roll hot
and flow long to drown you
remember who fired first
^Great one!
Cheers buddy. I edited it slightly because the timing was off.
I am having fun with this thread so far. Both prompts have gotten me to have a go. Now, I know sweet nothing about the 'official rules' of poetry. For me though, writing poems and writing microfiction/flash requires much the same skill-set.
Wasted
adolescence.
Rebel.
Wasting
Away our lifetime
Revenue potential
Women
against
rape.
Writing from a prompt
As the wintry winds buffet
'Round my warm retreat
Wet, fresh blood
against the sting of open wounds, both from
recoil
wake alone--
always without you:
rain -- dreamt sun
worlds shatter--
are dreams but lost love ?
rest: leaves shade
We scream like children
aged two to six. We fuck on
roadsides. You make me sick.
^ ;)
These are great so far guys. If you get a breather between battles be sure to jot something down in here.
Mine, and J.Y.'s are my favourites so far.
Whispers of a heart's broken
Arryhthmic score:
Rhapsody of You.
Right on M.P. I like that.
We play god
And we might just be
Revisiting our own ashes
Thanks :)
They're all so great. Frank, I really like that one.
Okay, so I totally broke the "three line poem" rule, but I still stuck with the letters. If that's not cool, then I suppose you could just use them as three seperate poems (individually they'd be titled by their first words). I know, I know...I just couldn't help but submit this.
"Contemplation"
When all is quiet--
Almost silent--
Remain all our mistakes,
While new babes cry,
As old men die,
Renew our heartfelt aches,
What, to us, does our purpose bind
Amidst immortal tide of time
Reviewing thus, my spirit quakes.