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Pantoum – The Song of Someone Trying to Write a Poem

Done in class. A lot of my class poems seem to revolve around the fact that I can never think of anything to write about in class.
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Oh crap! We've been told to write a poem,
But shit! I have no ideas for a poem!
Fuck it, nature! That's always a good subject!
Trees trees trees trees trees birds and shit!

But shit! I had no ideas for a poem,
So I'll be unoriginal and write about the
Trees trees trees trees trees birds and shit
And say a load of things that have been said before.

Right, I'll be unoriginal and write about the
Dancing sunlight dappling a forest pool
And say a load of things that have been said before
About pikes in cool clear ponds like Hughes.

Dancing sunlight dappling a forest pool
Lofty autumn vaults dropping tarnished treasures
Above pikes in cool clear ponds like Hughes'
Cliché is how I solved my poetry dilemma.

Lofty autumn vaults dropping tarnished treasures,
Because nature's always a fucking good subject,
This is how I solved my poetry dilemma
When crap! We'd been told to write a poem.

Jacob Andrews : 02 Feb 2011 22:31 |  Tags: Mow2010-11 Poetry |  Comments (4) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

So on it

I appologise for the awful title of this post.

Anyway, I have a cunnung plan. I'll post this up before the seminar so that if I wake up late and forget to bring the physical copy again in my rush (as I did this week) I can just get Dan or someone else with a computer to fire it up.

I went for the Bill Shakes style of sonnet because basically it's easiest. Less stuff has to rhyme with other stuff.

'At sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig'
- A line stolen from an Alestorm song,
A crime that may to some seem appauling,
But I'm not that good when I aint got long.
But giz time motherfuckers and I'll knit
A poem of my own, scented like lime,
Full of gratuitous swearing and shit,
And nonsense concepts just to make it rhyme.
But plagerism's just so easy when
In class tasks you never mean to publish
If no-one minds some more blatant theft then
In the manner I started I'll finish:
'Look in my eyes and it's easy to see
One and one make two, two and one make three!'

Shitty, I know.

And now, in MLA style, the refrencing-
Alestorm. Captain Morgan's Revenge. Napalm, 2008.
Tenacious D. Tenacious D. Epic, 2001.

(MLA only makes you refrence albums, not songs. The songs were Captain Morgan's Revenge (Alestorm) and Tribute (Tenacious D))

Jacob Andrews : 26 Jan 2011 16:09 |  Tags: Mow2010-11 Poetry |  Comments (3) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

Remix

I figured I may as well use this for something other than essay draughts once in a while.

Basically, we were given poems and told to cut them up and make a new one out of them. The glue and scissors was a bit primary school but a nice change of pace from alot of uni stuff. I actually enjoyed it, despite not being too nonplussed (what seems to be my word of the day, btw) about poetry in general.

The poem I had was Carol Ann Duffy's Valantine (here: http://www.poetryconnection.net/poets/Carol_Ann_Duffy/9274) and I managed to take this love poem (albeit unconventional) and turn it into something sinister and sexual, which I'm quite proud of.
(Note: ALL words here are from the poem itself, even connectives. That was the rule. So if you ran out of ands/ifs/whens then that's it, you had to do without them. I did allow myself punctuation though.)

'Not an Onion'

Not a red rose onion.
It is a heart wrapped in brown paper.
Not a cure card or kissogram.
It promises the love of undressing.

It will blind you Here with your knife.
Take Its platinum moonlight like a lover,
Its feirce kiss will stay on your lips,
Its scent will cling to your fingers.

Jacob Andrews : 19 Jan 2011 17:05 |  Tags: Mow2010-11 Poetry |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem