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NPAD 2008 Recap

TcT — Fri, 12 Dec 2008 12:13:01 +0000

I’ve been trying to put together some kind of fancy schmancy wrap up for the November Poem A Day project, but I’m busy and fried.

Obviously the daily posting of the poetry being generated fizzled. I’m not terribly concerned about that.

In the end, I generated over 20 poems and fragments that I can possibly use. I didn’t generate 30, but I was pretty close. Closer than I ever was to completing NANOWRIMO. I’m feeling pretty good about that.

Also, while I didn’t consistently produce something everyday, I was thinking poetically everyday. I was observing closely and germinating everyday. Then I’d have some spurts of ripping off two or three ideas in one go. The poetical thinking on a consistent basis is something I thought was a good thing.

So, overall, I’m quite pleased.

Fear Not

TcT — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 12:59:40 +0000

NPAD 2008 has not died an ignoble death. I was out of town working for ETS, and between the internets not always being right close, actually working hard all day, good dinner conversations, and avoiding doing my day job work, I simply didn’t have time to post. However, I was scribbling away all weekend. Hoping to have things caught up online by the end of the week.

Until then enjoy this moldy oldy from the archives (with a hidden toy surprise!):

Shiver me timbers and batten down the
hatches on the bow. Posiden’s
out tonight with the fire in his eyes!
Tether the rafts and
gather up the rations.
Unless I’m wrong (and I am
never wrong)
A storm the sight of which has
never been seen since
God’s washing of the
earth is the fate that
lies before us.

02/26/91

NPAD 2008: Day 10

TcT — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 01:04:24 +0000

On NPAD

That feeling when you open up the bath
Room door expecting an empty room
But find instead your guests arrived and
You clothed only with a broom,

Or when you’re working hard away to cook
A complex, untried recipe,
And family members mumble, over-cautious,
Doubts of your sobriety,

Is nothing weighed against the red-faced terror
Of posting the roughest, most larvae-like
Spoutings of a rusty pen daily upon
One’s little-read internet site.

NPAD 2008: Day 9

TcT — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 23:10:59 +0000

the poem for day 9–
a rumination fundamental
about a grumpy prophet’s
constitution–
will, when ready, be
posted in its entirety
in this bland space
reserved for its posterity

NPAD 2008: Day 8

TcT — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 02:42:25 +0000

Miller’s Crossing

The smallest of crackles halted my walk.
Things twitched beyond the tree wall
Off the path through the twigs two eyes then four
Pinned me to ground. Like some opitical
Puzzle, my brain slowly decoding, the
Shapes in the forest became two white
Tailed deer. One minute. Three minutes.
Seven minutes in, a cramp strangled my calf. Still
This unequal trinity stood in percolating silence unsure
Of the protocol for just this sort of meeting.
The one deer, confident, impatient, or comfortable
Moved its neck. Raised its head. Gave a look
To its partner and walked, two steps three.
The cautious one maintained his thorax piercing stare,
Ten minutes of stillness still not convincing him. He
Turned his back and hopped over a log, white
Tail flashing against dun colored bark. I stretched
Out my calves, raised up on toes
When I then saw the third one
Scamper down the ravine to my right.