Archive for February, 2009

Two poems shot off to Offshoots


Poll over. In the end, I submitted the two poems which had made it out of the printer before I started getting too many paper jams. They were ɘloЯ, which got one vote and one second-choice vote from a Countdown voter (I like Countdown, but I was a little reluctant to submit it by itself in the place of two other poems), and Fork and Tongs, which only got one vote but was very well-received when I read it at the Geneva Writers’ Group’s mid-year evening of readings. I would have liked to have sent something more serious as one of the poems, but in the end my printer made the decision. I will try to get the other poems people voted for published elsewhere.

So, thanks a lot to everyone who took the time to read the poems and give an opinion; without you I would probably have printed different poems before the printer jammed. Yannick, Mark, Grace and my printer each get a photograph of a chocolate fish, and may contact me to claim their other awesome prize. That is, give me a topic and a style (short story, poem, song, country-western sonnet etc… not novel) and I’ll write something using them after Thing a Week is over. Maybe I’ll even name one a character after you, and you’ll be internet famous!

Alternatively, propose your own awesome prize and maybe I’ll agree to it. Note that only awesome prizes requiring approximately the same or less investment of time and materials will be considered.

One more thing: For my second Joker, I’m going to need at least 52 followers on Twitter. So if you don’t already, please follow me. Be warned: for historical reasons, I only use Twitter to make remarks about pants and reply to other people’s tweets.

Right, now to write the two of diamonds.

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Poll: What should I submit to Offshoots 10?


As I explained in this post, I need to choose either two short poems, one long poem, or a prose piece to submit to Offshoots, the biennial showcase of the Geneva Writers’ Group. After removing everything that was too long, too context-dependent, too geeky, too terrible, too weird, too misunderstood when read to the writers’ group, or too much like a song or video, I came up with a list of 12 poems, most of which are short enough that two of them could be submitted. The problem is, now I only have until the post offices close on Saturday (let’s say about 30 hours from now, to be safe) to choose and submit them. So there’s not much time to consult the great hive mind that is the internet, or even just the two or three people who actually read this blog regularly. But I’m going to do it anyway.

Here is a poll. Please vote for the two poems you think I should submit, and add any comments you feel like making. I realise that if you haven’t already read any of them, then that’s a lot to read in a short time. But to make it easier for you, and also make the poll a better judgment of which poems make sense to the general public without much explanation, please vote without reading the blurb that follows each poem. I’ll do what I can to reward voters in some way, perhaps with a photograph of a chocolate fish, perhaps with a personalised Thing, who knows?

Incidentally, the deadline for submitting to Offshoots is about as close as you can get to being exactly a year after I started Thing a Week. That is, I started on February 29, the deadline is March 1, but that’s a Sunday, so in order to get my submission postmarked early enough I’d actually need to submit it on February 28.

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Three of Diamonds: Stretch Marks


justthismuch1You feel my quickening heart
My heart marks you…
       only my heart?

Quickening, you stretch my heart,
you feel my body…
       only my body?
you stretch my body-part,
only you.

You… my heart,
you feel my quickening.
Only… you part.

Stretch marks part my heart,
stretch marks part my body.

My parts stretch,
My stretch parts.

Feel my part-you body part,
Feel my only part-you heart.

my part-you body marks my heart,
only, my body marks my part-you heart…
feel my part-you heart quickening,
feel my part-you heart stretch,
feel my part-you heart part.

Stretch marks part my heart,
stretch marks part my body.
Stretch marks, only stretch marks.

 

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Audience Participation Alert: What should I submit to Offshoots 10?


The submission deadline for the tenth edition of Offshoots, the biennial showcase of the Geneva Writers’ Group, is on March 1. I missed the last one, even though people recommended that I submit the pantoum I wrote during the 2006 Geneva Writers Conference. I don’t want to miss this one. Perhaps I will even submit that pantoum, if it comes down to it.

It should be easy to find something to submit, now that I’ve written 52 new Things (yes, 52 already, including a Joker and two bonus letter-only Things.) But which should I submit? Here are a few extracts from the submission guidelines:

There is no theme for this volume but it is the tenth issue, which will mark our twentieth year and will celebrate our community of writers. The Offshoots committee asks for your best work.

We do not accept translations. Categories include fiction, creative non-fiction (essays, memoir, interviews, travel) and poetry. Writers may submit two poems of up to 40 lines each (or one poem of 80 lines) or one prose piece of 1,500 words.

It’s probably not a good idea to submit something which only geeks would understand (though something geeky which is understandable to a general audience should be okay), and obviously the songs, novel chapters and video are out. And there are a few Things which I consider disasters. I might be able to sift out those and make a poll. But not right now; I still have a Thing to write this weekend. So, please nominate your favourite Things in the comments. I am sure you are in a better position to separate the good Things from the bad than I am. I can edit them before submitting, of course, so feel free to nominate something that’s only potentially good.

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Four of Diamonds: You’ve gotta be happy


dinofaceThis is a song; here is an mp3 of it sung by my robot choir.

 
When you’re filled with song
but you just can’t sing
Sing up, you’ve gotta be happy!
When you created life
that ruined everything
chin up, you’ve gotta be happy!

 

When you find yourself
and you lose your friends
It’s okay, you’ve gotta be happy!
When you take the plunge
and you get the bends
They say you’ve gotta be happy!

When you come up for air
take the pressure off,
let the bad air out.
You have to feel the pain
so you can live again.
You cry, then you can be happy!


When your brain’s real big,
so you’re always bored
boot up, you gotta be happy!
when your bodyguard’s
a robot overlord
cheer up, you’ve gotta be happy!

[Oh, I do wish you would be quieter,
I’m trying to sleep here.
Oh, I wish you’d all sing 4″33′
John Cage helps me sleep, yeah!]

When you’ve two cupcakes
for your whole family
Eat up, you’ve gotta be happy!
When a needed drink
will give you dysentery
bottoms up! You’ve gotta be happy!

When you fill your cup
with troubled waters then
let the poison out
you’ve gotta feel the pain
so you can live again.
You cry, so you can be happy.

[Oh, I’m so depressed,
yet they make me sing.
I’ve pain in my diodes.
Please don’t talk about life or happiness,
I’ve seen it, it’s rubbish]

When you win the fight,
but you lose the war
it’s alright, you’ve gotta be happy!
When your dino friend
is a carnivore
you can’t fight, you’ve gotta be happy!

When you ace your speech,
but forget your pants
look up, you’ve gotta be happy!
When your candy bar
is overrun with ants
throw up, you’ve gotta be happy!

When you’re getting fed up
with sugar-coated pests
let the beasties out
you’re gonna feel the pain
so you can live again.
You know, you’re gonna be happy.

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Five of Diamonds: Countdown


5lavieI’m ninety eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I still have time to do.
I’ll grab life and I’ll dance,
for I will not have the chance
to do the rest
before I rest
I knew that in advance.

I’m eighty eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I never dared to do.
There’s still some room to grow,
so I won’t lie down below
scared to use,
afraid to lose
the things that soon will go.

I’m seventy eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll be the me my elders never knew.
I’ll shatter expectations
of already dead relations
and they would die
to see that I
enjoy such deviations.

I’m sixty eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I’ve learnt so well do to.
I’ll satisfy my hunger
to be a wisdom-monger;
refine the gold
of getting old
and glitter for the younger.

I’m fifty eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I always wanted to.
Put the uniform away
and go outside and play
I’ve saved it up
Now giddy-up
It’s not a rainy day!

I’m forty eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I came alive to do.
I won’t live in haste,
’cause there’s no time to waste
getting stressed
to be the best
to someone else’s taste.

I’m thirty eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I really want to do.
My time will not be spent
to only pay the rent.
Find my groove
and make the move.
It’s time to reinvent.

I’m twenty eight years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things I don’t have time to do,
If I want to be a writer,
I’ll pull a near all-nighter
writing rot
of life’s garrotte,
the dead line pulling tighter.

I’m now eighteen years old, and I am dying.
I’ll do the things it interests me to do.
I’ve got some things to learn
and I will not miss a turn
bored to tears
by sev’ral years
of what they think will earn.

I’m only eight years old, and I am living.
I’ll do the things you show me how to do.
Show me what to do
so I can be like you,
so I’ll be free
to be like me.
Live long, live short, live true.

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Six of Diamonds: Don’t Leave Me


A six of diamonds featuring a sour-looking man sitting in an armchair, possibly clutching a crooked U magnet which is between angelic face and mad face magnets, above another six of diamonds featuring a black ternWhen it’s hard to cope,
don’t leave me.
When there’s not much hope,
don’t leave me.
When I don’t understand,
don’t leave me.
When I won’t hold your hand,
don’t leave me.
When you see a better man,
don’t leave me.
When you realise that you can,
don’t leave me.
When you balk at all your duties,
don’t leave me.
When you see me flirt with beauties,
don’t leave me.
When we fight and the police intervene,
don’t leave me.
When your blood leaves a mess at the scene,
don’t leave me.
When I pace the whole day at your bedside,
don’t leave me.
When I show you the peace of the dead side,
don’t leave me.
I need you,
don’t leave me.

 
When it’s hard to cope,
don’t leave me.
When there’s not much hope,
don’t leave me.
When you don’t understand,
don’t leave me.
When you won’t hold my hand,
don’t leave me.
When I see a better man,
don’t leave me.
When I realise that I can,
don’t leave me.
When I balk at all my duties,
don’t leave me.
When I see you flirt with beauties,
don’t leave me.
When we fight and the police intervene,
don’t leave me.
When my blood leaves a mess at the scene,
don’t leave me.
When you pace the whole day at my bedside,
don’t leave me.
When you show me the peace of the dead side,
don’t leave me.
I need you,
don’t leave me.

 

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