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There are 22 messages totalling 1914 lines in this issue.
Topics of the day:
1. Poetryetc Featured Poet (6)
2. poem for review (9)
3. Robert Frost poem (3)
4. iPad
5. blue monochrome
6. East Asian painting
7. SNAP THAT MASH-UP
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Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 19:59:17 -0500
From: Peter ciccariello <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Poetryetc Featured Poet
Great to see this, congratulations Judy, well deserved!
- Peter
On Sun, Jan 31, 2010 at 6:09 PM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> lovely self-interview!
> lovelilily placed.
>
> KS
>
>
> On 31 January 2010 19:06, Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]
> >wrote:
>
> > Judy Prince of this list is the Featured Poet (photograph,
> self-interview,
> > and poem) in the current issue of The Nervous Breakdown:
> >
> > http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/jprince/
> >
> > Robin
> >
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 11:18:04 +0800
From: Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. But
> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> welcome!
>
> Illustrated History (title)
>
>
> For us, the faded ink
> whispers of a bleak end.
>
> _We are the hollow men =85_
>
> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> I am drained of much
> and live in echoes.
>
> _May this bring back
> fond memories =85_
>
>
Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and after
this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing tradesmen..=
.
that's so exactly right!
Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just quote him
once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and consigned t=
o
the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would it be mor=
e
powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third person...
or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
HTH, look after yourself
Janet
> My play is all dialogue
> at the shopkeeper=92s door
> with old Marcia who sits
> on the padded seat
> of her walking frame.
>
> _We are the stuffed men =85_
>
> As we talk, about weather
> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> out of utilities and trucks
> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> and Mrs Mac=92s pies.
> Stained with years,
> the old lady sips her coffee
> through a straw
> and meditates in
> their exhaust. Her dress
> is faded and her hair grey
> but she likes to watch
> tradesmen come and go,
> talking of who can bat
> and who can throw.
>
> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
>
> Vice detectives own
> the shopkeeper=92s son who
> now pushes his daughter =96
> thin, bespectacled, thirty =96
> towards the bar.
> His family history is
> illustrated in tattoos:
> Mother=92s faded numbers
> over a triangle,
> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> and now
> her bluebird and red rose.
>
> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> No nearer=97 _
>
> This is the way my day begins,
> This is the way my day begins,
> This is the way my day begins:
> Not with a bang but the paper.
>
>
>
> Andrew
> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 11:20:02 +0800
From: Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
And now, having read the other comments, I can condense mine to:
'Like Judy said'
:-)
Janet
On 1 February 2010 11:18, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>
> On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
>> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
>> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
>> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. But
>> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
>> welcome!
>>
>> Illustrated History (title)
>>
>>
>> For us, the faded ink
>> whispers of a bleak end.
>>
>> _We are the hollow men =85_
>>
>> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
>> I am drained of much
>> and live in echoes.
>>
>> _May this bring back
>> fond memories =85_
>>
>>
> Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
> sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and after
> this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing tradesmen=
...
> that's so exactly right!
>
> Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
>
> Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just quote h=
im
> once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
>
> The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and consigned
> to the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would it b=
e
> more powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
>
> I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third person..=
.
> or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
>
> HTH, look after yourself
> Janet
>
>
>> My play is all dialogue
>> at the shopkeeper=92s door
>> with old Marcia who sits
>> on the padded seat
>> of her walking frame.
>>
>> _We are the stuffed men =85_
>>
>> As we talk, about weather
>> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
>> out of utilities and trucks
>> to buy choc-flavoured milk
>> and Mrs Mac=92s pies.
>> Stained with years,
>> the old lady sips her coffee
>> through a straw
>> and meditates in
>> their exhaust. Her dress
>> is faded and her hair grey
>> but she likes to watch
>> tradesmen come and go,
>> talking of who can bat
>> and who can throw.
>>
>> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
>>
>> Vice detectives own
>> the shopkeeper=92s son who
>> now pushes his daughter =96
>> thin, bespectacled, thirty =96
>> towards the bar.
>> His family history is
>> illustrated in tattoos:
>> Mother=92s faded numbers
>> over a triangle,
>> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
>> and now
>> her bluebird and red rose.
>>
>> _Behaving as the wind behaves
>> No nearer=97 _
>>
>> This is the way my day begins,
>> This is the way my day begins,
>> This is the way my day begins:
>> Not with a bang but the paper.
>>
>>
>>
>> Andrew
>> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
>> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>>
>
>
>
> --
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>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 11:26:33 +0800
From: andrew burke <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
Thanks, Janet. Yes, it was a self-pitying moment masquerading as a poem.
I'll chop and add and chop and chip and chop and ... something will remain.
Third person is a good call - I'll try that. & no Eliot. Thanks again.
Andrew
(Yes, I'm looking after myself - and Jeanette has a short lease on me so I
can't venture far until after 10th - boo hoo.)
On 1 February 2010 11:20, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> And now, having read the other comments, I can condense mine to:
>
> 'Like Judy said'
>
> :-)
> Janet
>
> On 1 February 2010 11:18, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> >
> >
> > On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> >> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> >> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> >> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. But
> >> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> >> welcome!
> >>
> >> Illustrated History (title)
> >>
> >>
> >> For us, the faded ink
> >> whispers of a bleak end.
> >>
> >> _We are the hollow men =85_
> >>
> >> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> >> I am drained of much
> >> and live in echoes.
> >>
> >> _May this bring back
> >> fond memories =85_
> >>
> >>
> > Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
> > sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and afte=
r
> > this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing
> tradesmen...
> > that's so exactly right!
> >
> > Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
> >
> > Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just quote
> him
> > once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
> >
> > The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and consign=
ed
> > to the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would it
> be
> > more powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
> >
> > I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third
> person...
> > or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
> >
> > HTH, look after yourself
> > Janet
> >
> >
> >> My play is all dialogue
> >> at the shopkeeper=92s door
> >> with old Marcia who sits
> >> on the padded seat
> >> of her walking frame.
> >>
> >> _We are the stuffed men =85_
> >>
> >> As we talk, about weather
> >> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> >> out of utilities and trucks
> >> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> >> and Mrs Mac=92s pies.
> >> Stained with years,
> >> the old lady sips her coffee
> >> through a straw
> >> and meditates in
> >> their exhaust. Her dress
> >> is faded and her hair grey
> >> but she likes to watch
> >> tradesmen come and go,
> >> talking of who can bat
> >> and who can throw.
> >>
> >> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
> >>
> >> Vice detectives own
> >> the shopkeeper=92s son who
> >> now pushes his daughter =96
> >> thin, bespectacled, thirty =96
> >> towards the bar.
> >> His family history is
> >> illustrated in tattoos:
> >> Mother=92s faded numbers
> >> over a triangle,
> >> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> >> and now
> >> her bluebird and red rose.
> >>
> >> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> >> No nearer=97 _
> >>
> >> This is the way my day begins,
> >> This is the way my day begins,
> >> This is the way my day begins:
> >> Not with a bang but the paper.
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >> Andrew
> >> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> >> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> >>
> >
> >
> >
> > --
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> > Creative, technical and corporate writing
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> >
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> >
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> >
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> >
>
>
>
> --
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s
- list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 11:27:43 +0800
From: Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
no, it was a poem masquerading as a self-pitying moment.
J
On 1 February 2010 11:26, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Thanks, Janet. Yes, it was a self-pitying moment masquerading as a poem.
> I'll chop and add and chop and chip and chop and ... something will remai=
n.
> Third person is a good call - I'll try that. & no Eliot. Thanks again.
> Andrew
> (Yes, I'm looking after myself - and Jeanette has a short lease on me so =
I
> can't venture far until after 10th - boo hoo.)
>
> On 1 February 2010 11:20, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > And now, having read the other comments, I can condense mine to:
> >
> > 'Like Judy said'
> >
> > :-)
> > Janet
> >
> > On 1 February 2010 11:18, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > >
> > >
> > > On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > >
> > >> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> > >> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> > >> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. Bu=
t
> > >> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> > >> welcome!
> > >>
> > >> Illustrated History (title)
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> For us, the faded ink
> > >> whispers of a bleak end.
> > >>
> > >> _We are the hollow men =85_
> > >>
> > >> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> > >> I am drained of much
> > >> and live in echoes.
> > >>
> > >> _May this bring back
> > >> fond memories =85_
> > >>
> > >>
> > > Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
> > > sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and
> after
> > > this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing
> > tradesmen...
> > > that's so exactly right!
> > >
> > > Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
> > >
> > > Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just quo=
te
> > him
> > > once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
> > >
> > > The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and
> consigned
> > > to the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would =
it
> > be
> > > more powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
> > >
> > > I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third
> > person...
> > > or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
> > >
> > > HTH, look after yourself
> > > Janet
> > >
> > >
> > >> My play is all dialogue
> > >> at the shopkeeper=92s door
> > >> with old Marcia who sits
> > >> on the padded seat
> > >> of her walking frame.
> > >>
> > >> _We are the stuffed men =85_
> > >>
> > >> As we talk, about weather
> > >> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> > >> out of utilities and trucks
> > >> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> > >> and Mrs Mac=92s pies.
> > >> Stained with years,
> > >> the old lady sips her coffee
> > >> through a straw
> > >> and meditates in
> > >> their exhaust. Her dress
> > >> is faded and her hair grey
> > >> but she likes to watch
> > >> tradesmen come and go,
> > >> talking of who can bat
> > >> and who can throw.
> > >>
> > >> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
> > >>
> > >> Vice detectives own
> > >> the shopkeeper=92s son who
> > >> now pushes his daughter =96
> > >> thin, bespectacled, thirty =96
> > >> towards the bar.
> > >> His family history is
> > >> illustrated in tattoos:
> > >> Mother=92s faded numbers
> > >> over a triangle,
> > >> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> > >> and now
> > >> her bluebird and red rose.
> > >>
> > >> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> > >> No nearer=97 _
> > >>
> > >> This is the way my day begins,
> > >> This is the way my day begins,
> > >> This is the way my day begins:
> > >> Not with a bang but the paper.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> Andrew
> > >> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> > >> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > >>
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > --
> > > Janet Jackson: Words with attitude & soul
> > > Poems Performances Workshops Courses
> > > Creative, technical and corporate writing
> > > Editing
> > >
> > > [log in to unmask]
> > > www.proximitypoetry.com
> > >
> > > Perth Poetry Club: www.perthpoetryclub.com
> > >
> > > The Line Mine, bulletin board for Perth poetry & spoken word:
> > > [log in to unmask]
> > > groups.yahoo.com/group/thelinemine
> > >
> > > Breastfeeding info & help: www.breastfeeding.asn.au
> > >
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Janet Jackson: Words with attitude & soul
> > Poems Performances Workshops Courses
> > Creative, technical and corporate writing
> > Editing
> >
> > [log in to unmask]
> > www.proximitypoetry.com
> >
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> >
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> >
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> >
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
>
> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> bookshops
> - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 15:03:14 +1100
From: Max Richards <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Robert Frost poem
An Old Man's Winter Night
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It's thus he does it of a winter night.
Robert Frost
[I used to teach this, quixotically if that's the word, to young students -
before I was old.
Now I am old I have a new appreciation of it.
Max in Melbourne (summertime)]
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Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2010 20:50:45 -0800
From: Angel Robert Marquez <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
your poem reminded me of these two songs:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/beatles/a+day+in+the+life_10026556.html
http://www.lyricsdomain.com/19/suzanne_vega/toms_diner.html
On Sun, Jan 31, 2010 at 7:26 PM, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Thanks, Janet. Yes, it was a self-pitying moment masquerading as a poem.
> I'll chop and add and chop and chip and chop and ... something will remai=
n.
> Third person is a good call - I'll try that. & no Eliot. Thanks again.
> Andrew
> (Yes, I'm looking after myself - and Jeanette has a short lease on me so =
I
> can't venture far until after 10th - boo hoo.)
>
> On 1 February 2010 11:20, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > And now, having read the other comments, I can condense mine to:
> >
> > 'Like Judy said'
> >
> > :-)
> > Janet
> >
> > On 1 February 2010 11:18, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > >
> > >
> > > On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > >
> > >> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> > >> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> > >> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. Bu=
t
> > >> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> > >> welcome!
> > >>
> > >> Illustrated History (title)
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> For us, the faded ink
> > >> whispers of a bleak end.
> > >>
> > >> _We are the hollow men =85_
> > >>
> > >> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> > >> I am drained of much
> > >> and live in echoes.
> > >>
> > >> _May this bring back
> > >> fond memories =85_
> > >>
> > >>
> > > Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
> > > sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and
> after
> > > this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing
> > tradesmen...
> > > that's so exactly right!
> > >
> > > Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
> > >
> > > Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just quo=
te
> > him
> > > once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
> > >
> > > The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and
> consigned
> > > to the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would =
it
> > be
> > > more powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
> > >
> > > I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third
> > person...
> > > or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
> > >
> > > HTH, look after yourself
> > > Janet
> > >
> > >
> > >> My play is all dialogue
> > >> at the shopkeeper=92s door
> > >> with old Marcia who sits
> > >> on the padded seat
> > >> of her walking frame.
> > >>
> > >> _We are the stuffed men =85_
> > >>
> > >> As we talk, about weather
> > >> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> > >> out of utilities and trucks
> > >> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> > >> and Mrs Mac=92s pies.
> > >> Stained with years,
> > >> the old lady sips her coffee
> > >> through a straw
> > >> and meditates in
> > >> their exhaust. Her dress
> > >> is faded and her hair grey
> > >> but she likes to watch
> > >> tradesmen come and go,
> > >> talking of who can bat
> > >> and who can throw.
> > >>
> > >> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
> > >>
> > >> Vice detectives own
> > >> the shopkeeper=92s son who
> > >> now pushes his daughter =96
> > >> thin, bespectacled, thirty =96
> > >> towards the bar.
> > >> His family history is
> > >> illustrated in tattoos:
> > >> Mother=92s faded numbers
> > >> over a triangle,
> > >> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> > >> and now
> > >> her bluebird and red rose.
> > >>
> > >> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> > >> No nearer=97 _
> > >>
> > >> This is the way my day begins,
> > >> This is the way my day begins,
> > >> This is the way my day begins:
> > >> Not with a bang but the paper.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> Andrew
> > >> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> > >> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > >>
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > --
> > > Janet Jackson: Words with attitude & soul
> > > Poems Performances Workshops Courses
> > > Creative, technical and corporate writing
> > > Editing
> > >
> > > [log in to unmask]
> > > www.proximitypoetry.com
> > >
> > > Perth Poetry Club: www.perthpoetryclub.com
> > >
> > > The Line Mine, bulletin board for Perth poetry & spoken word:
> > > [log in to unmask]
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> > >
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> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Janet Jackson: Words with attitude & soul
> > Poems Performances Workshops Courses
> > Creative, technical and corporate writing
> > Editing
> >
> > [log in to unmask]
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> > Perth Poetry Club: www.perthpoetryclub.com
> >
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> >
> > Breastfeeding info & help: www.breastfeeding.asn.au
> >
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
>
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> bookshops
> - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 08:19:51 -0000
From: Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
For us, the faded ink
whispers of a bleak end.
_We are the hollow men ._
Brittle bones and flawed heart,
I am drained of much
and live in echoes.
_May this bring back
fond memories ._
Hi Andrew I am not good at rewriting other peoples poems but I rather
enjoyed this on it's own-probably because I can identify with it !!hope you
are feeling perkier
bests from P old codger
Pps but perhaps rewrite _We are the hollow men ._
Cat (Asher)now needs to sleep on keyboard
Ppps interested in the others comments -perhaps to form a self pitying
school of poetry something we can all enjoy
-----Original Message-----
From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Janet Jackson
Sent: 01 February 2010 03:18
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: poem for review
On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. But
> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> welcome!
>
> Illustrated History (title)
>
>
> For us, the faded ink
> whispers of a bleak end.
>
> _We are the hollow men ._
>
> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> I am drained of much
> and live in echoes.
>
> _May this bring back
> fond memories ._
>
>
Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and after
this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing tradesmen...
that's so exactly right!
Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just quote him
once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and consigned to
the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would it be more
powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third person...
or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
HTH, look after yourself
Janet
> My play is all dialogue
> at the shopkeeper's door
> with old Marcia who sits
> on the padded seat
> of her walking frame.
>
> _We are the stuffed men ._
>
> As we talk, about weather
> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> out of utilities and trucks
> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> and Mrs Mac's pies.
> Stained with years,
> the old lady sips her coffee
> through a straw
> and meditates in
> their exhaust. Her dress
> is faded and her hair grey
> but she likes to watch
> tradesmen come and go,
> talking of who can bat
> and who can throw.
>
> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
>
> Vice detectives own
> the shopkeeper's son who
> now pushes his daughter -
> thin, bespectacled, thirty -
> towards the bar.
> His family history is
> illustrated in tattoos:
> Mother's faded numbers
> over a triangle,
> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> and now
> her bluebird and red rose.
>
> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> No nearer- _
>
> This is the way my day begins,
> This is the way my day begins,
> This is the way my day begins:
> Not with a bang but the paper.
>
>
>
> Andrew
> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
--
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 08:26:16 -0000
From: Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
Hi Angel do you have to sign up to hear the music?(will I get all tha spam
??)I seem to get two songs at once
Patrick non tech-still I know the song well
-----Original Message-----
From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
Behalf Of Angel Robert Marquez
Sent: 01 February 2010 04:51
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: poem for review
your poem reminded me of these two songs:
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/beatles/a+day+in+the+life_10026556.html
http://www.lyricsdomain.com/19/suzanne_vega/toms_diner.html
On Sun, Jan 31, 2010 at 7:26 PM, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Thanks, Janet. Yes, it was a self-pitying moment masquerading as a poem.
> I'll chop and add and chop and chip and chop and ... something will
remain.
> Third person is a good call - I'll try that. & no Eliot. Thanks again.
> Andrew
> (Yes, I'm looking after myself - and Jeanette has a short lease on me so I
> can't venture far until after 10th - boo hoo.)
>
> On 1 February 2010 11:20, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> > And now, having read the other comments, I can condense mine to:
> >
> > 'Like Judy said'
> >
> > :-)
> > Janet
> >
> > On 1 February 2010 11:18, Janet Jackson <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> >
> > >
> > >
> > > On 29 January 2010 08:02, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> > >
> > >> I am presently trying to work this poem out. If you don't know The
> > >> Hollow Men by TSEliot, it may lose a lot. And this format doesn't
> > >> allow italics (for those without rich text) for the quotes. Sigh. But
> > >> have a look if you will - any response is valid. And more than
> > >> welcome!
> > >>
> > >> Illustrated History (title)
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> For us, the faded ink
> > >> whispers of a bleak end.
> > >>
> > >> _We are the hollow men ._
> > >>
> > >> Brittle bones and flawed heart,
> > >> I am drained of much
> > >> and live in echoes.
> > >>
> > >> _May this bring back
> > >> fond memories ._
> > >>
> > >>
> > > Until this point I'm bored... I'm thinking, it's another of those
> > > sad-old-man poems (sorry, Andrew!) But then we get some action and
> after
> > > this point I just love the description, especially the bouncing
> > tradesmen...
> > > that's so exactly right!
> > >
> > > Would anything be lost by starting at this point?
> > >
> > > Also it may be better to get rid of the Eliot bits, or maybe just
quote
> > him
> > > once, at the beginning, if you still want that context.
> > >
> > > The poem is I guess examining the experience of being older and
> consigned
> > > to the role of observer -- in contemporary suburban Australia. Would
it
> > be
> > > more powerful to leave out the introspection? Simply to describe?
> > >
> > > I'm not sure whether this poem wouldn't work better in the third
> > person...
> > > or perhaps rewrite it from old Marcia's point of view?
> > >
> > > HTH, look after yourself
> > > Janet
> > >
> > >
> > >> My play is all dialogue
> > >> at the shopkeeper's door
> > >> with old Marcia who sits
> > >> on the padded seat
> > >> of her walking frame.
> > >>
> > >> _We are the stuffed men ._
> > >>
> > >> As we talk, about weather
> > >> and rising prices, tradesmen bounce
> > >> out of utilities and trucks
> > >> to buy choc-flavoured milk
> > >> and Mrs Mac's pies.
> > >> Stained with years,
> > >> the old lady sips her coffee
> > >> through a straw
> > >> and meditates in
> > >> their exhaust. Her dress
> > >> is faded and her hair grey
> > >> but she likes to watch
> > >> tradesmen come and go,
> > >> talking of who can bat
> > >> and who can throw.
> > >>
> > >> _Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!_
> > >>
> > >> Vice detectives own
> > >> the shopkeeper's son who
> > >> now pushes his daughter -
> > >> thin, bespectacled, thirty -
> > >> towards the bar.
> > >> His family history is
> > >> illustrated in tattoos:
> > >> Mother's faded numbers
> > >> over a triangle,
> > >> his 1% MC and devil-tailed flames,
> > >> and now
> > >> her bluebird and red rose.
> > >>
> > >> _Behaving as the wind behaves
> > >> No nearer- _
> > >>
> > >> This is the way my day begins,
> > >> This is the way my day begins,
> > >> This is the way my day begins:
> > >> Not with a bang but the paper.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> Andrew
> > >> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> > >> bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > >>
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > --
> > > Janet Jackson: Words with attitude & soul
> > > Poems Performances Workshops Courses
> > > Creative, technical and corporate writing
> > > Editing
> > >
> > > [log in to unmask]
> > > www.proximitypoetry.com
> > >
> > > Perth Poetry Club: www.perthpoetryclub.com
> > >
> > > The Line Mine, bulletin board for Perth poetry & spoken word:
> > > [log in to unmask]
> > > groups.yahoo.com/group/thelinemine
> > >
> > > Breastfeeding info & help: www.breastfeeding.asn.au
> > >
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Janet Jackson: Words with attitude & soul
> > Poems Performances Workshops Courses
> > Creative, technical and corporate writing
> > Editing
> >
> > [log in to unmask]
> > www.proximitypoetry.com
> >
> > Perth Poetry Club: www.perthpoetryclub.com
> >
> > The Line Mine, bulletin board for Perth poetry & spoken word:
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> >
> > Breastfeeding info & help: www.breastfeeding.asn.au
> >
>
>
>
> --
> Andrew
>
> 'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
> bookshops
> - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 16:50:49 +0800
From: andrew burke <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Robert Frost poem
Yes, a goodly poem, Max. Thanks. Andrew
On 1 February 2010 12:03, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> An Old Man's Winter Night
>
> All out of doors looked darkly in at him
> Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
> That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
> What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
> Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
> What kept him from remembering what it was
> That brought him to that creaking room was age.
> He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
> And having scared the cellar under him
> In clomping there, he scared it once again
> In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
> Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
> Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
> But nothing so like beating on a box.
> A light he was to no one but himself
> Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
> A quiet light, and then not even that.
> He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
> So late-arising, to the broken moon
> As better than the sun in any case
> For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
> His icicles along the wall to keep;
> And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
> Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
> And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
> One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
> A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
> It's thus he does it of a winter night.
>
> Robert Frost
>
> [I used to teach this, quixotically if that's the word, to young students -
> before I was old.
> Now I am old I have a new appreciation of it.
> Max in Melbourne (summertime)]
>
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
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>
--
Andrew
'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie bookshops
- list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 20:11:54 +1100
From: Chris Jones <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: blue monochrome
I think this an academic paper on monochrome...
http://www.escholarship.org/uc/item/3d48x20g
Anyways, on skimming it did seem interesting
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 09:12:54 +0000
From: David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Poetryetc Featured Poet
Yes, wonderful self-interview Judy, asserting both self and language (and
some arresting lines in the poem: fear and carrots)
On 31 January 2010 17:06, Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> Judy Prince of this list is the Featured Poet (photograph, self-interview,
> and poem) in the current issue of The Nervous Breakdown:
>
> http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/jprince/
>
> Robin
>
--
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You say are poems" - DMeltzer
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 09:27:56 +0000
From: David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Robert Frost poem
Yes, although my own poetic prefrences are at a remove from Frost, I do find
his ability to project psychological states impressive: here for instance
the 'clomping' to scare the 'outer night', the room creaking like old bones
and so on. His conservative image (and sometimes practice) is a barrier for
many (and an insidious attraction for others) but he's a true heir of the
Wordsworthian narrative of the selfd.
On 1 February 2010 04:03, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> An Old Man's Winter Night
>
> All out of doors looked darkly in at him
> Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
> That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
> What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
> Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
> What kept him from remembering what it was
> That brought him to that creaking room was age.
> He stood with barrels round him -- at a loss.
> And having scared the cellar under him
> In clomping there, he scared it once again
> In clomping off; -- and scared the outer night,
> Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
> Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
> But nothing so like beating on a box.
> A light he was to no one but himself
> Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
> A quiet light, and then not even that.
> He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
> So late-arising, to the broken moon
> As better than the sun in any case
> For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
> His icicles along the wall to keep;
> And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
> Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
> And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
> One aged man -- one man -- can't keep a house,
> A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
> It's thus he does it of a winter night.
>
> Robert Frost
>
> [I used to teach this, quixotically if that's the word, to young students -
> before I was old.
> Now I am old I have a new appreciation of it.
> Max in Melbourne (summertime)]
>
>
> ------------------------------------------------------------
> This email was sent from Netspace Webmail: http://www.netspace.net.au
>
--
David Bircumshaw
"A window./Big enough to hold screams/
You say are poems" - DMeltzer
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 23:19:49 +1100
From: Martin Dolan <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
Hey Andrew
Short lease, you say? From Eliot to Shakespeare in one bound...
(Sorry. Couldn't resist).
Regards
Martin
> Thanks, Janet. Yes, it was a self-pitying moment masquerading as a poem.
> I'll chop and add and chop and chip and chop and ... something will remain.
> Third person is a good call - I'll try that.& no Eliot. Thanks again.
> Andrew
> (Yes, I'm looking after myself - and Jeanette has a short lease on me so I
> can't venture far until after 10th - boo hoo.)
>
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 21:51:36 +0800
From: andrew burke <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: poem for review
Bugger. It was meant to be 'short lead', of course, of course. Apologies to
all. I'm slack with my proofreading. Andrew the Penitent
On 1 February 2010 20:19, Martin Dolan <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Hey Andrew
>
> Short lease, you say? From Eliot to Shakespeare in one bound...
>
> (Sorry. Couldn't resist).
>
> Regards
>
> Martin
>
> Thanks, Janet. Yes, it was a self-pitying moment masquerading as a poem.
>> I'll chop and add and chop and chip and chop and ... something will
>> remain.
>> Third person is a good call - I'll try that.& no Eliot. Thanks again.
>> Andrew
>> (Yes, I'm looking after myself - and Jeanette has a short lease on me so I
>> can't venture far until after 10th - boo hoo.)
>>
>>
>>
>
--
Andrew
'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie bookshops
- list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 08:27:05 -0700
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: East Asian painting
Yeah, that abstraction makes sense to me, Chris. I have two very
large b/w photos by a Canadian, Jane Hinton, from a series called
'Structures,' & I look at them every day, now for about 5 years, &
they still offer me something new each time...
Doug
On 31-Jan-10, at 2:27 AM, Chris Jones wrote:
> I don't think the appeal of B&W is nostalgia but rather the
> abstraction
> provided by B&W film and prints.
Douglas Barbour
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Swept snow, Li Po,
by dawn's 40-watt moon
to the road that hies to office
away from home.
Lorine Niedecker
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 08:36:30 -0700
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Poetryetc Featured Poet
I especially liked the von Braun one.
Oh yeah, & that sense of stubbornness: one would never have guessed
<g>....
Doug
On 31-Jan-10, at 10:06 AM, Robin Hamilton wrote:
> Judy Prince of this list is the Featured Poet (photograph, self-
> interview, and poem) in the current issue of The Nervous Breakdown:
>
> http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/jprince/
>
> Robin
Douglas Barbour
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Latest books:
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Wednesdays'
http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html
Swept snow, Li Po,
by dawn's 40-watt moon
to the road that hies to office
away from home.
Lorine Niedecker
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 08:38:34 -0700
From: Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: SNAP THAT MASH-UP
That's interesting, Barry, but I will tell you that I got the line
endings, too, but still heard that sentence crossing them....
Lines: very important....
Doug
On 31-Jan-10, at 11:38 AM, Barry Alpert wrote:
> Doug,
>
> I agree that the last sentence stands as the strongest such unit,
> but though I worked hard to simulate syntax in each accumulation of
> words ending with a period (usually
> starting with a disjunctive gathering), I was also trying to write
> lines. When I set it in Pages, I formatted ten lines, but in the
> transmission to Poetryetc, lines 4 and 5
> carried over. That interferes with my intended nine long lines
> concluding with a resonant short line, and I can understand how
> readers might take it as prose. In addition,
> each of my three sources began as prose.
>
> Barry
Douglas Barbour
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Latest books:
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http://www.uap.ualberta.ca/UAP.asp?LID=41&bookID=664
Wednesdays'
http://abovegroundpress.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-from-aboveground-press_10.html
Swept snow, Li Po,
by dawn's 40-watt moon
to the road that hies to office
away from home.
Lorine Niedecker
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 18:52:09 -0500
From: Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Poetryetc Featured Poet
No, thank you! <g>
yr biggest fan(dancer)
On 31 January 2010 12:13, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>wrote:
> Beautiful! Thank you very much, indeed.
> P
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Robin Hamilton
> Sent: 31 January 2010 17:07
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Poetryetc Featured Poet
>
> Judy Prince of this list is the Featured Poet (photograph, self-interview,
> and poem) in the current issue of The Nervous Breakdown:
>
> http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/jprince/
>
> Robin
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 18:54:46 -0500
From: Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Poetryetc Featured Poet
Much appreciated, K! I, too, love lilies placed. hee hee...
Best,
Judy
On 31 January 2010 18:09, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> lovely self-interview!
> lovelilily placed.
>
> KS
>
>
> On 31 January 2010 19:06, Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]
> >wrote:
>
> > Judy Prince of this list is the Featured Poet (photograph,
> self-interview,
> > and poem) in the current issue of The Nervous Breakdown:
> >
> > http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/jprince/
> >
> > Robin
> >
>
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Date: Mon, 1 Feb 2010 18:58:00 -0500
From: Judy Prince <[log in to unmask]>
Subject: Re: Poetryetc Featured Poet
Aw shucks, Peter; it was all ghostwritten by Robin. But don't tell anybody.
Best, as ever,
Judy
On 31 January 2010 19:59, Peter ciccariello <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Great to see this, congratulations Judy, well deserved!
>
> - Peter
>
>
>
>
> On Sun, Jan 31, 2010 at 6:09 PM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]>
> wrote:
>
> > lovely self-interview!
> > lovelilily placed.
> >
> > KS
> >
> >
> > On 31 January 2010 19:06, Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]
> > >wrote:
> >
> > > Judy Prince of this list is the Featured Poet (photograph,
> > self-interview,
> > > and poem) in the current issue of The Nervous Breakdown:
> > >
> > > http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/jprince/
> > >
> > > Robin
> > >
> >
>
>
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