Wednesday, December 29, 2021
Monday, December 27, 2021
Hi everyone, it's me with your weekly word list poetry prompt. The idea is to use at least 3 of the 20 words listed in either a poem of any length or style, OR a "flash 55" which is a piece of writing consisting of exactly 55 words not counting the title. The prompt stays "live" through Friday. Just write, link, visit, enjoy.
This week's list comes from the lyrics of songs by British singer/songwriter Laura Marling. The first song of hers that I heard was "New Romantic", which I stumbled upon on You Tube.
I also really like "Tick" "Blues Run The Game" and "Nouel" but you'll find your own favorites. If you weren't already into her music, I am betting that you will be presently!
Sunday, December 26, 2021
Tuesday, December 21, 2021
Monday, December 20, 2021
One of my earliest poetic loves and inspirations was Gregory Corso, for his wild, beautiful, irreverent use of language and for the pure energy and vitality of his work. If gorgeous angels were prone to "getting in your face" all while being thoroughly entertaining, that's what Grepory Corso was, and is, in his writing.
Strongly associated with Ginsberg, Kerouac, and the "Beats", Corso was nevertheless different from them. His early life was about as hard as can be imagined, and he was left largely or completely on his own from a young age. He once sold a toaster he was meant to deliver for enough money to buy nice clothes so he could attend "Song of Bernadette." (What street kid does that?!?) He was arrested and sent to New York's infamous "Tombs" and put in a cell next to a man who had murdered his girlfriend with a screwdriver. He was 13 years old. Somehow, he survived and managed to educate himself by reading during his incarceration. Along the way, several people recognized his genius and helped him to get started as a poet. However, he was never a conventional one, and even though he was one of the Beats, he was never considered the equal of the "stars" of that movement, though time has shown him to be every bit their equal, and in my opinion he outshines them all.
What we do here is this: write a poem using at least 3 of the twenty words on the following list. Your poem need not have anything to do with Corso except for the three(or more) words. The list is a springboard. Then just link, visit, comment. Prompt stays "live" through Friday. And now, without further ado, your list:
Saturday, December 18, 2021
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Monday, December 13, 2021
Hi everyone, it's me, with your weekly word list writing prompt! This time, the words are taken from the lyrics of songs written by the late Laura Nyro. Haven't heard of her? You've probably heard her songs recorded by others, from Blood Sweat & Tears to Three Dog Night to The 5th Dimension and many others.
When I was 16, I was visiting a friend at her apartment, and she had some record albums leaning against the wall. The one in front was Laura Nyro "New York Tendaberry." I wondered who this wild-haired woman was, standing in the wind, looking like some sort of urban poet goddess. I soon bought a copy for myself and....mind. blown. Soon after, I bought the rest of her albums. Check out these lyrics from "Stoney End" with which Barbra Streisand had a hit:
Laura was born in the Bronx in 1947. She says that music was, from an early age, a way for her to cope with a difficult childhood. "I've created my own little world, a world of music, since I was 5 years old." She never sought fame, and in fact, shied away from it. Even though her songs are best known as sung by others, her own singing is passionate and covers three octaves. She composed her own songs, and played piano on them, in a unique and amazing style unlike anyone else. I can't even express how much her songs and the way she performed them inspired my own creativity, and still do.
Laura passed of ovarian cancer at the young age of 49 in 1997. She was an animal rights activist and mother of one. She is missed.
Saturday, December 11, 2021
I've read what you wrote.
And? Brilliant, yes?
Brilliant in its own way. If cheap sentiment were white sand, you'd be a resort beach.
So I've taken away your shoes to teach you a lesson.
Why are you here, anyway?
Community service. I missed choir practice again.
Your lap is comfy!
Get off me, pervert.
Don't have kittens. What's the matter, you don't like bathos?
Why don't you try writing something decent?
When pigs fly.
Oink! (flap flap flap)
Uh...kay, bye Felicia. Weird chick.
(from afar) Write something decent, Steve.
for the Sunday Muse #190.
Tuesday, December 7, 2021
Monday, December 6, 2021
Hello friends, it's me, Shay, with your weekly word list prompt! What we do here is to look at the 20 words on the list and use at least 3 of them to write either a poem of any length or style, OR a flash 55 (a poem or flash fiction consisting of exactly 55 words.) Just leave your link in the comments! Prompt remains "live" through Friday.
This week our list is taken from I'll Be There In The Morning If I Live, the only volume of poetry by Grover Lewis. Dave Hickey, in his introduction to Splendor In The Short Grass: A Grover Lewis Reader, calls Lewis "the most stone wonderful writer nobody's ever heard of." Lewis was a native Texan (hence the "short grass" of west Texas) who wrote marvelously for Rolling Stone and other publications about movie sets and the directors, actors, and extras found there, as well as his own harrowing history. Lewis's father shot his mother dead when he was just a boy. The police were told that, in her dying moments, the mortally wounded woman picked up the gun that her husband had dropped and shot him right between the eyes, rendering Lewis an orphan. (It seems that a friend probably shot the husband, but we'll never really know.) Young Grover was sent to live with strict, sour, religious grandparents, and then on to another relative who encouraged his love of books.
"And now! What did we wish to say, that we were not able to say?" --St. John Perse
"Love is a stranger in an open car" --the Eurythmics
Saturday, December 4, 2021
Tuesday, November 30, 2021
Monday, November 29, 2021
Hello friends, it's me, Shay/Fireblossom with your weekly word list writing prompt! This time, the list is taken from the writings of poet Sylvia Plath, and includes words from many of her best known poems, and some from other, lesser known works.