- 1.Speech :: free
- 2.Meredith :: broadcasting
- 3.Consensus :: maker
- 4.Attack :: plan of
- 5.Sue :: litigate
- 6.Voted :: democracy
- 7.Epic :: journey
- 8.Checking in :: at home
- 9.Dishwasher :: liquid
- 10.Underneath :: car
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Sunday, January 09, 2011
Unconscious Mutterings - Week 115
You say... I think:
Friday, January 07, 2011
Magpie Tales 47 - Poem: Deranged
Deranged
The drip a mystery,
the puddle, rust flavored;
the drain too far away.
A contorted idea-
a trick knob,
the mirror of a sick mind.
2111 © Michael A. Wells
Thursday, January 06, 2011
"...point out the inequities, nothing to lose but our chains."
I read this blog post today by Kristin Berkey-Abbott: Artifacts from the Deep Freeze of the Cold War. It was her trip back into the past as she visited the Cold War years and concluded a poem she had written. The final stanza reads:
Over a year ago, another poet introduced me to Carolyn Forché, an incredible poet who has established a reputation as a poet of witness. Carolyn very often writes poems that take us very gently into social injustice. I'm not sure if she is changing the world one reader at a time but she certainly has the ability, with great subtlety to unmask things that might otherwise go unnoticed by many.
What do you think? Can poets change the world?
These lines so expressed what I believe many of my generation put so much stock in. Thinking that calling out inequities would lead to an end of a multitude of injustices. Idealistic? Naive? Still, as I began to adapt to the life of a poet, putting such things into "my poet perspective," I've had to ask myself if I really believe I can change the world with poems? Do I think anyone can?
I write my own poems. I imagine they will change
the world, that all I must do to rid the planet of injustice
is to point out the inequities, nothing to lose but our chains.
Over a year ago, another poet introduced me to Carolyn Forché, an incredible poet who has established a reputation as a poet of witness. Carolyn very often writes poems that take us very gently into social injustice. I'm not sure if she is changing the world one reader at a time but she certainly has the ability, with great subtlety to unmask things that might otherwise go unnoticed by many.
What do you think? Can poets change the world?
Tuesday, January 04, 2011
Confession Tuesday
A new year and a first confession of the new year. Come follow me to the booth...
Dear Reader:
It's been one week since my last confession. One week of crazy weather ranging from nearly 60 down to the mid to lower teens. A week of sniffles (go figure) and reflections (looking back on the year, not staring in the mirror in an act vanity). But I confess I am I am already getting acclimated to the new year.
As a rule I don't plan out resolutions as such. But I do hold some hopes some goals close to my heart. Some things that will require me to be better at things this year then past.
On New Years day I cranked out my first packet of poetry submissions of the year. I posted this in my Facebook status to which Diane Lockwood replied, " Don't brag. It's unattractive." Her remark made me laugh, but I confess I've come to resist submitting my work these past two years like the plague. But my post was my way of establishing some accountability. The next day, I sent off a second packet. I'm finished for the week except for some home work of planning my next victim, I mean venue to submit to next week. The thing is that I kicked myself in the butt to get started and I want to keep some feeling of momentum.
If I'm happy and upbeat about submitting my work, I'm cranky about the price of gas. I confess that every time gas nears the $3 range or above I get this way. I'm trying to be more positive and upbeat about things, but it seems that not only are we shelling out more for gas, we are driving a lot more these days. When I hear on NPR about countries paying $7 a gallon I don't know how they do it.
Someone at the office cheered my up this week reminding me that pitchers and catchers will be reporting to spring training camps soon. (mid February). "Right around the corner." I believe where her words. I confess my interest in Football has run it's course since my fantasy league is over. Even the Chief's surprise of reaching the playoffs does little for me. For one thing I'm under no delusions about the team's chances. I'm ready for baseball. But, when have I not been? ;)
Dear Reader:
It's been one week since my last confession. One week of crazy weather ranging from nearly 60 down to the mid to lower teens. A week of sniffles (go figure) and reflections (looking back on the year, not staring in the mirror in an act vanity). But I confess I am I am already getting acclimated to the new year.
As a rule I don't plan out resolutions as such. But I do hold some hopes some goals close to my heart. Some things that will require me to be better at things this year then past.
On New Years day I cranked out my first packet of poetry submissions of the year. I posted this in my Facebook status to which Diane Lockwood replied, " Don't brag. It's unattractive." Her remark made me laugh, but I confess I've come to resist submitting my work these past two years like the plague. But my post was my way of establishing some accountability. The next day, I sent off a second packet. I'm finished for the week except for some home work of planning my next victim, I mean venue to submit to next week. The thing is that I kicked myself in the butt to get started and I want to keep some feeling of momentum.
If I'm happy and upbeat about submitting my work, I'm cranky about the price of gas. I confess that every time gas nears the $3 range or above I get this way. I'm trying to be more positive and upbeat about things, but it seems that not only are we shelling out more for gas, we are driving a lot more these days. When I hear on NPR about countries paying $7 a gallon I don't know how they do it.
Someone at the office cheered my up this week reminding me that pitchers and catchers will be reporting to spring training camps soon. (mid February). "Right around the corner." I believe where her words. I confess my interest in Football has run it's course since my fantasy league is over. Even the Chief's surprise of reaching the playoffs does little for me. For one thing I'm under no delusions about the team's chances. I'm ready for baseball. But, when have I not been? ;)
Sunday, January 02, 2011
My attempt at algebra for today
If, as Carlos Fuentes says, "Writing is a struggle against silence" ~
then I'm thinking submitting is a struggle against failure.
Saturday, January 01, 2011
Unconscious Mutterings - week 413
You say.... I Think:
- 1.Detective :: Holmes
- 2.Bra :: Underwire
- 3.Prove it :: Confirm
- 4.The end :: Conclusion
- 5.Messy :: Trashy
- 6.Immovable :: Stationary
- 7.Jingle :: Rhyme
- 8.False :: Wrong
- 9.Comprehend :: Understand
- 10.Scream :: Yell
Gold Star
First day of the new year - I've sent out a submission with four poems to kick off 2011. Got to be better about this!
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