Hey now~
I’m soo sad I missed this week’s Poetry Thursday post. I travelled for a little bit and have been pretty crazy this week. But I am on the board of a literary press who does “Poetry in Unexpected Places,” and we recently did poetry in eggs. So I’ve contributed to the Guerilla Poetry idea.
For this week, I did a Cento for class. It’s a collection of lines from other poets. Do you recognize any of them??
Happy Poetry Thursday!
The Incarnate
i rose from the dead just for you, i say finally
to the girl . and her indelible mascara of sadness
would be devastated by the amplification of its own sound,
smudged charcoal in reflection. you don’t want to hear
of letters here. here. home is the fear of size. a word can fall apart. y. e. -
hieroglyphs of belonging. there are no names and dates.
we say little, rehearsing the embarrassment of your crying. the bare
muslin dress like sad wisdom, an induced schizophrenia.
we want our hearts wrung out like rags & ground down
over and over in the sunny field of my palm,
again and again, that private thing. Between them,
my husband’s seed in my mouth, i walk
and as soon as i die, i hope everyone who loved me learns:
good-night, no thanks, hallelujah yourself, go to hell.
let me put you in my mouth and hum sweet tunes:
you kept saying you were always there.
4 Comments
April 19, 2007 at 4:13 pm
I don’t know whose this is: “good-night, no thanks, hallelujah yourself, go to hell,” but I like. The voice is great.
April 19, 2007 at 4:51 pm
I don’t recognize anything. Last week I did a poem made up of first lines of poems that didn’t make any sense.
http://collectingmythoughts.blogspot.com/2007/04/poetry-thursday-think-of-places-that.html
April 20, 2007 at 7:04 am
Cool. I like that. I had once written six lines taking the first lines.
April 20, 2007 at 12:23 pm
Rethabile: The poet is C.D. Wright. She has a great collection called Steal Away… check it out if you haven’t read her. The line is very representative of her work.
NOrma and guatami: It doesn’t seem like all that uncommon of a thing to do. It’s a little exhilarating because you come up with this great poem (sometimes hehe) with these deep, wonderfully complex lines, but then on the other hand, it’s not of your words, only your creativity. A little let down at the end.