Saturday 20 June 2009

stolen from the air

I take random lines out of poems
tear and again paste those
into arresting thoughts
a picture forms, assimilating
those torn lines, and some from air too
that broken guitar stands up
and plays by itself tearing into my heart
I again take those torn lines
reform them into wicked poems
rhythmic poetry prevails again

"I clutch my knees and make music in my mind"

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Posted for 3WW, One Single Impression and Sunday Scribblings.

38 comments:

  1. "That broken guitar stands up" - great line!

    Best wishes
    Ralf

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  2. Yes, it is wonderful. What energy!

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  3. You give me the feeling that if I truly open up to the magic, I can catch words and songs here and there, did I mention, i love this!!!

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  4. I have a vision of you sitting on the floor with scattered papers everywhere, cutting and rummaging through stacks of magazines.

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  5. The art of art. Thanks, Gautami.

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  6. I love this poem. It's musicality sings with every line. Wonderful. Have a great day.

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  7. First, thank you for the great prompt. I like both the poem on OSI and this one. This poem reminds me of the creative writing class I took this past spring - we did just exactly what your poem describes -- cutting up existing poems and playing with the lines, adding subtracting and rearranging.

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  8. Amazing images you create with this. Intriguing and it makes me want to find my scissors.

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  9. Firstly, thanks for the prompt!
    Thought both of ur poems were amazing... this one here has a certain flow which is quite appealing!

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  10. "that broken guitar stands up
    and plays by itself tearing into my heart"
    wow that was the perfect image.
    lovely poem

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  11. The musical reference is what brought this all back to me.

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  12. this was great, of course. I loved "I ... make music in my mind."

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  13. I had to rewrite this three times! I kept starting to tell you which was my favorite line but they are all my favorites.

    The music and the poetry - all made from bits and pieces of other and yet created new in our minds. Yep.

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  14. This reminds me of the way all of life becomes fodder for the collage of our creative experience. Nicely written and terrific insight!

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  15. Lovely. Esp the last lines.

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  16. I can really feel the energy in this wonderfully written piece.

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  17. Beautiful! Loved the last line.

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  18. old compostions sometimes bring fresh thoughts. Nice poem :)

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  19. I feel very connected to this one, Gautami. Thanks for writing it!

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  20. I clutch my knees and music in my mind... Did I get this right? Broken guitar is your dreams of being a rock star and the music in my mind being the poetry that you write. Poetry rocks and you are a Star!
    Namaste.

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  21. “I again take those torn lines
    reform them into wicked poems”

    A terrible beauty that makes a poem or a canyon. Not for the faint of heart.

    But the results are breathtaking.

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  22. I think the swetness of the guitar comes from the hands which holds it.

    Sweet poem here...

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  23. Hi Gautami, thank you for the prompt. It was fun as usual but just a little hard for me this time. I had another idea but this one (assimilation of races) was simpler for me to just write my little tanka.

    I like your idea and Sue confirmed that it can be done. I would like to look over some that you have done.
    Could I do it with my favorite poem, Abu Ben Adam? Or Joyce Kilmer's 'Tree?' How would you start?

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  24. For sure, this one sings!! The magic of cut and paste, the random thoughts - nice work...

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  25. Several great lines, I salute you (and sorry for being late in my comment).

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  26. wonderful creative and witty poem. Thank you.

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  27. I am one of many in really liking the guitar line.

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  28. i join the procession of praise for the broken guitar line! :)

    kudos!

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  29. As I walked in your moccasins for a while, I realised we seemed to travel toward a well-known pose ~ Rodin's "The Thinker". But yours is iced with music! Interesting strings played here!

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  30. I will sometimes pull random phrases from non-poetry books and mold them into a poem. That way, EVERYTHING ever written is potential grist for poetry.
    Nothing is safe!

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  31. .. good original thinking & a great prompt..many thanks for this ..

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  32. A creative assimilation of several prompts-Excellent!

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