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RU NaPoWriMo: Spell for New York
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A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Spell for New York. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Since 2010, Rutgers English PhD students and friends have been writing a poem a day for the month of April as part of NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). 05/01/16 - 05/08/16 (2). 04/24/16 - 05/01/16 (12). 04/17/16 - 04/24/16 (8). 04/10/16 - 04/17/16 (13). 04/03/16 - 04/10/16 (18). 03/27/16 - 04/03/16 (7). 04/26/15 - 05/03/15 (21). 04/03/11 - 04/10/1...
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The Coriolis Question: This paragraph never happened
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. This paragraph never happened. As I said to my dry-cleaner,. Is so furiously irrelevant that it makes subatomic particles look torpid. These poems took me back to my favorite dissociative episode with the surgical theatre soundtrack. Will have a longer shelf life than plutonium-infused jerky. Formalizes head trauma and the power of its complicated oratory. Never has the omission of personal pronouns been so electrifying. The 3 and a half syllable lines of. Nodule of Lower Forks.
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RU NaPoWriMo: young and reckless
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A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. I'd get to say all the things I wanted said,. That appears an audience as soon as Ready is the word. Only then to find. That it was the Conversation we all sought,. The validation, reconciliation, the every evil shunned:. The Names go bad. Like neglected fruit once picked fresh. But the seed remains—possibility—awaiting it's day. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 05/01/16 - 05/08/16 (2). 04/17/16 - 04/24/16 (8).
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RU NaPoWriMo: Constitutionals
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A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Tonight I walked to the store after dinner,. And I thought of other constitutionals. Especially those evening walks by Ceredigion Bay. Walking along the promenade, catching the sunset. Sometimes earlier, just walking to walk, hear the surf, feel the wind. To think more, feel less, expend agitation, aid digestion. Often, early and late, I’d see an old man, thin, bent, with a wooden cane. May 1, 2015 at 6:40 AM.
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The Coriolis Question: Eventide
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. Now, as this last miserable year grinds to a close, I thought I’d snatch some last 2008 tidbits out of the ether, before unplanned obsolescence (the lifeblood of the internet in general and blogs in specific) take hold. The most ineradicable of internet memes- the cat:. How i feel about poetry. Sitting on machine i don't understand. Cannot make it speak/fly/produce food/pet.me. Managed a bit of brilliant urban camouflage. Or something like that. I give the man a dollar. From now o...
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The Coriolis Question: Appropriate Yourself
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. Memes Where would we be without them? Trying to rebrand cosines? I know that Olena Kalytiak Davis didn’t mean to start one. But I thought I’d just jack it anyway. Because sometimes you get tired of gossip, and want to get linguistically solipsistic. Frankly, I never met an axiom I didn’t just love, if for nothing but its hinge. Here is the substrate, followed by my elaborations:. I think it means that the present is either proof of the future, or evidence left behind by the future...
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The Coriolis Question: You have chosen... wisely
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. You have chosen. wisely. Over at the tautologically named No One Does That. In one of my favorite forms:. Q: What did Anne Frank eat and drink when she was in the cupboard? As a kid, I had a bunch of Choose Your Own Adventure books. Where you always died, fell into a pit, got lobotomized, got knocked on the head, or were taken prisoner as an intergalactic sex slave on page 146). Wikipedia formally codifies the types of endings here. Occasionally a particular set of choices will th...
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The Coriolis Question: Forbidding... lots of stuff
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Sunday, March 29, 2009. Forbidding. lots of stuff. But today is not then. No more hunkering down in a cultural bunker with all news forbidden except the New Yorker, Fresh Air, and the local independent weekly, venturing out only for arts podcasts and The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. (Sorry, guys. I know that Obama and Biden will be less rich material than McCain and Palin.). Ridiculously out of print, but grand) that handily summarizes the presiding spirit of what we didn’t choose last night:.
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RU NaPoWriMo: kick up a storm
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A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends. Thursday, April 30, 2015. Kick up a storm. Sentimental pirouettes dizzying me so—. O how I long to wrap this up. Like a gift for all eternity,. Like a teacher courteous to the next, erasing his mess from a blackboard,. Like the white chalk dust hurrying to the sky, falling into cloudy desperation, settling at our feet—. But I digress and digress,. Hope our lesson never ends without you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). 04/21/13 - 04/...
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RU NaPoWriMo: the poetry of you
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A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends. Tuesday, April 28, 2015. The poetry of you. Sweet subtle asyncopation, systole/diastole,. Allegro, crescendo, fortissimo, sforzando! Īamb, anapest, amphíbrakhys, dáctylus. From the backwash, the undertow speaks. It’s slow murmur at the sky,. Just before we crash low,. Before we’re swept in by the next gale,. Hurried by the western winds,. Into the slow wet earth,. Kept quiet by a passing whistle,. With all we can share, praying. 03/27/1...
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