NaPoeWriMo: Week 1
Jan. 8th, 2006 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jakebe
All right, so I've done the first week of NaPoeWriMo. It's been pretty hectic, but I've managed to keep up. My biggest goal for week two is to actually critique a lot more than I have been doing.
Delirium at Room Temperature is a pre-January poem that I'm just including here. It was written during a kind of funk that was induced just by a coworker calling me 'weird'. Sometimes you wear it like a badge of honor, sometimes you shoulder it like a curse. Anyway, I could explain it a bit more but I don't want to make everything *too* clear, do I?
Patchwork is something I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyperegrine and I hope she doesn't mind that I used it to break the ice for the month, or that she saw it first posted on the NaPoeWriMo page. I've always been fascinated by and attracted to 'cool moms', a group to which she definitely qualifies. To maintain a vibrant imagination while being actively engaged in raising children is no small feat, and she succeeds admirably.
The Thin Black Line is a poem I wrote because I've always been fascinated by the line between existentialism and out-and-out nihilism. Tube described it as 'apology of nihilism,' and several other people offered up similar comments such as 'scary' and 'yikes'. I think I should make it a little more clear that I really don't like nihilism. :)
Dissolution is yet another clumsy attempt at explaining how loving and being loved makes me feel. The ending, I think, particularly needs work.
Sit and Movement, beyond having a silly title, is a response to poetry that can be found here. I don't think it's nearly quite as good as the other two, but I like it anyway...mainly because it's written with, you know, timeless love and everything.
Donning grew out of the ending, actually. I really hate it when I come up with a few lines that sound like they'd be a neat closing thought, with nothing to actually lead up to it.
Dear Leonard, From Ayn is an imaginary "Dear John" letter from Ayn Rand. Since actually making it good would require reading more of her and developing a feel for her writing style, I think I'll just leave this one where it lies.
Shock, Future is a poem I'm actually kind of proud of, though it's jumbled and messy and not very clear. I think it's the closest I've come to putting down what I think about the possible end of the world on paper; absurd and romanticized and too horrible to think about.
Well, there, I think that catches us up. On to week 2. :)
Delirium at Room Temperature is a pre-January poem that I'm just including here. It was written during a kind of funk that was induced just by a coworker calling me 'weird'. Sometimes you wear it like a badge of honor, sometimes you shoulder it like a curse. Anyway, I could explain it a bit more but I don't want to make everything *too* clear, do I?
Patchwork is something I wrote for
ladyperegrine and I hope she doesn't mind that I used it to break the ice for the month, or that she saw it first posted on the NaPoeWriMo page. I've always been fascinated by and attracted to 'cool moms', a group to which she definitely qualifies. To maintain a vibrant imagination while being actively engaged in raising children is no small feat, and she succeeds admirably.The Thin Black Line is a poem I wrote because I've always been fascinated by the line between existentialism and out-and-out nihilism. Tube described it as 'apology of nihilism,' and several other people offered up similar comments such as 'scary' and 'yikes'. I think I should make it a little more clear that I really don't like nihilism. :)
Dissolution is yet another clumsy attempt at explaining how loving and being loved makes me feel. The ending, I think, particularly needs work.
Sit and Movement, beyond having a silly title, is a response to poetry that can be found here. I don't think it's nearly quite as good as the other two, but I like it anyway...mainly because it's written with, you know, timeless love and everything.
Donning grew out of the ending, actually. I really hate it when I come up with a few lines that sound like they'd be a neat closing thought, with nothing to actually lead up to it.
Dear Leonard, From Ayn is an imaginary "Dear John" letter from Ayn Rand. Since actually making it good would require reading more of her and developing a feel for her writing style, I think I'll just leave this one where it lies.
Shock, Future is a poem I'm actually kind of proud of, though it's jumbled and messy and not very clear. I think it's the closest I've come to putting down what I think about the possible end of the world on paper; absurd and romanticized and too horrible to think about.
Well, there, I think that catches us up. On to week 2. :)
