QUILLFYRE’S #OULIPOST 28 MELTING SNOWBALL

Ouliposter-Badge-Plum-300x300A text in which each word has one letter less than the preceding one, and the last word only one letter. From your newspaper, select a starting word, and then continue adding words of decreasing length from the same source article or passage. Challenge yourself further by only using words in order as you encounter them in the text.

 

I was sufficiently challenged by just finding the words that led down to a single character, and took liberties with that, as my choices were a or I, and neither worked well, so I resorted to numbers, and in at least one case stole it from a longer one.

 

Once I had my source text, I removed all extraneous characters and spaces so I could run it through a tool that sorted by word length. It was getting confused by the commas and quotation marks.  I then reviewed the list and calculated the letter counts for each group.

 

Here are my resulting snowballs, three of them, each beginning with a 13-letter word:

 

I.
DEEP WATER

 

Extraordinary
encapsulated
Geological
resources
evidence
diamond
locked
Earth
deep
520
to
0.

 

 

 

Jellyfish

Jellyfish (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

II.
Jellyfish Float

 

Invertebrates,
accidentally
translucent.
Gelatinous
creature,
floating
jellies.
Dragon
under
seas:
one
or
2.

 

III.

Underwater Rainbow.

Underwater Rainbow. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Diving Into the Veins

 

Decompressing
environments
inner-Earth
underwater
limestone
fissures
beneath
Mother
Earth
dive
for
20
7

 

CAS, April 28, 2014

 

 Spears, Tom, Finding Earth’s huge water reservoir, Ottawa Citizen print edition, April 28, 2014 (B3)

 

Spears, Tom, Swimming “through the veins of Mother Earth”, Ottawa Citizen print edition, April 28, 2014 (B3)

 

 Neergaard, Lauran, Unique floating lab showcases ‘aliens of the sea’, Ottawa Citizen, April 28, 2014 (A6)

 

 

 

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QUILLFYRE’S #OULIPOST 27 IRRATIONAL SONNET

Ouliposter-Badge-Blue-300x300Create a 14-line sonnet sourced from lines from your newspaper that is divided according to the first five digits of the irrational number pi – that is, into stanzas of 3, 1, 4, 1 and 5 lines. As with the preceding sonnet assignment (see April 12) you may interpret “sonnet” as formally or as loosely as you wish.

Source material for today comes from the Life section of the newspaper, selected lines remixed. Originally I intended to mix all three pieces into one poem, but there was too much left over so I created two sonnets instead. As well as conforming to the line counts per stanza, these are irrational in choice of line length and the image mixes too!

To view other Ouliposters’ work, please visit the Oulipost blog here.

Irrational Anthems

Irrational Anthems (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My two sonnets:

Update Your Status

Our latest gastronomical experiment, crickets.
A clever tweet, a shrewd hashtag going viral.
Retweets.Virtual call and response.

I fall prey to the numbers.

Disorder. Reaction, these mini versions of myself
more insignificant than nothing: unfriend, and block.
These are my own demons redefining the community,
an ever-growing web of ethereal ego boost.

Quasi-friends as cutthroat as high school cliques.

This social media echo chamber,
real humans, not only eerie presences.
Not being asked to the big dance
has distorted our collective sense of self-worth.
The social media cycle continues.

 
***
 
I Dozed Off for a While
 

I knew this would happen, my suitcase never first in the baggage claim area.
A cloud of irritation, the diaper had a lot to say, the little packet of cheese, too,
spooning the finest strained carrots the size of garbage-can lids.

The moment, captured down to the silk tassel on a perfume bottle of

delicate blossoms and blowsy blooms,
euphoria, a little from the grass, a little from the soil,
an element of synaesthesia, transposed into notes
every shape, every colour, every music.

Intimacy with all the raw materials, camomile, violet, cherry-blossom.

Father ran through all his routines, he was piercingly loud.
He ignored the withering glares from people passing,
packing about 75 bags for a flight
that wasn’t going to happen.
It was all quiet when I woke up.
CAS April 27, 2014

Pi: The Transcendental Number

Pi: The Transcendental Number (Photo credit: tj.blackwell)

SOURCES:

Gilsdorf, Ethan, Looking for “Likes” in all the wrong places, Ottawa Citizen print edition, April 26, 2014 (K1, K5)

Fashion page Postmedia News, Bloom Sayers Ottawa Citizen print edition April 26, 2014 (K6)

Atkinson, Nathalie, a little from the grass, a little from the soil Ottawa Citizen print edition, April 26, 2014 (K4)

Ward, Bruce, Fly and cry: Screaming children on airplanes can bring out the worst in everyone, Ottawa Citizen, print edition, April 26, 2014 (K1, K5)

 

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QUILLFYRE’S #OULIPOST 26 BEAUTIFUL OUTLAW AKA BELLE ABSENTE

Calvino-300x300 The outlaw in question is the name of the person (or subject) to whom the poem is addressed. Each line of the poem includes all the letters of the alphabet except for the letter appearing in the dedicated name at the position corresponding to that of the line: when writing a poem to Eva, the first line will contain all letters except E, the second all letters except V, and the third all letters except A.

Choose someone mentioned in your newspaper to whom to address your poem. Compose a beautiful outlaw poem following the procedure outlined above and using words sourced from your newspaper text.

To view what my fellow Ouliposters have shared, visit the Oulipost blog here: http://www.foundpoetryreview.com/blog/oulipost-26-beautiful-outlaw-belle-absente/

I worked mostly from a single article, but found that for certain letters like q, x and z I had limited choices. How many times can you repeat subsequent in 6 sentences?  With the constraint at times of the omitted letter, I decided to use words occasionally from a second article.

Once I had my sentences complete and in compliance with the belle absente rule, I then (ha! Subsequently!) inserted line breaks to make it more like a poem.

Here are my sentences, followed by the poem. The title is the name I chose to work with, Miriam.

SENTENCES:

All puny sorrows nuanced, shattering exploration into the agonizing job of suicides, the subsequent overshadowed it burrows deep, expecting kindness, a balance of funny and sad disappointed.

The wry humour, overshadowed square, large, excellent, the job of funny Ezra feels the lack, however, and what makes up for the lack?

To die a long suicide attempt involving pills and knives and bleach leaves agonizing in the subsequent months you want to live, and expecting to want to live, but also know it’s a futile job how does one live with such knowledge?

The novel opens more: the house of Ezra, the father’s own excellent hands hauled away on the back of a truck, never to be seen subsequent the father, who makes a job to block the sun’s glare as he stares at the place home used to be.

The subsequent survivors, bronze children, the conflicted emotions, the shell-shock job of simply loving someone who dies, the well of resentment to expose institutions.

While each unhappy exploration is revealing, unhappy in its own way, the subsequent terrain of guilt, frustration, anger, despair and fear, look where you stand: a fine job of exploring that bronze landscape.

MIRIAM

All puny sorrows nuanced, shattering exploration into
the agonizing job of suicides, the subsequent overshadowed.
It burrows deep, expecting kindness, a balance
of funny and sad disappointed.

The wry humour, overshadowed square,
large, excellent, the job of funny.
Ezra feels the lack, however,
and what makes up for the lack?

To die. A long suicide attempt involving pills
and knives and bleach leaves agonizing
in the subsequent months. You want to live,
and expecting to want to live, but also know
it’s a futile job: how does one live with such knowledge?

Various pills

Various pills (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The novel opens more: the house of Ezra,
the father’s own excellent hands hauled away
on the back of a truck, never to be seen subsequent.
The father, who makes a job to block the sun’s glare
as he stares at the place home used to be.

First abandoned house in Glenkeel

First abandoned house in Glenkeel (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The subsequent survivors, bronze children,
the conflicted emotions, the shell-shock job of
simply loving someone who dies,
the well of resentment to expose institutions.

While each unhappy exploration is revealing,
unhappy in its own way, the subsequent terrain of guilt,
frustration, anger, despair and fear, look where you stand:
a fine job of exploring that bronze landscape.

Sunset Grand Canyon (Arizona)

Sunset Grand Canyon (Arizona) (Photo credit: gabri_micha)

CAS, April 26, 2014

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QUILLFYRE’S #OULIPOST 25 LARDING AKA LINE STRETCHING

Ouliposter-Badge-Plum-300x300Aka “line stretching.” From your newspaper text, pick two sentences. Add a new sentence between the first two; then two sentences in the new intervals that have become available; and continue to add sentences until the passage has attained the length desired. The supplementary sentences must either enrich the existing narrative or create a new narrative continuity.

 

This constraint was more of a challenge than it seemed at first, since the number of blank spaces to be filled can grow quickly, and each addition changes the narrative, requiring a reassessment of which space should be filled next. I had already decided on a last line, so rather than having two consecutive lines for my starting text, I chose from two quite different subjects.

 

I would have found it less challenging if I had not spotted so many lines I wanted to use in the source text. So, my process was too long to show here.  And once again, I have a fairly long poem.

 

 

 

NEGOTIATING THE MEDICAL MAZE OF CODE, INTRIGUE AND RELICS

 

A hospital is the breeding ground for slang doctors use
to describe patients, situations, how many patients “boxed” that night,
medicine’s dark enduring secrets, the slang and coded words.

Dark, unexpected forces delve into the root causes of the turmoil:
the ability to distinguish between a person walking past and one who
wants to stop and chat, negotiate obstacles interpret postures,
a noise complaint from the neighbours, an erotic subtext whose film record
is a charmingly clunky precursor to the found-footage craze,
a soundscape of static and feedback, sudden bangs by champagne corks
popping or a bed collapsing under sexual activity rating 2½ stars out of 5.
Frequent flyers and cockroaches patients return to the ER
again and again investigating the clinical madness of the occult.

 

The kid-size robot acknowledges a raised hand, tracks three
conversations at once, sophisticated reactions, robotic legs,
five to 20 seconds to take each step, climbing, then buckling
falling over, kicking a leg to counterbalance like a primary school kid
helping his father pick up a newspaper in the morning.

 

A snitch for Israeli intelligence close to the inner circle of terrorism
found in the grass near Rome’s main airport, a famous terrorist — or freedom fighter
trapped in a house by the local community of rock-throwers. It’s a dangerous game.

 

There are several jolts: The so-called “sacred chin” of St. Anthony,
the saint’s jawbone and several teeth, St. Gennaro’s dried blood,
eight microphones, 14 power sensors and two stereo cameras that can
sweep 120 degrees, the fragment of bone, blood-stained cloth. The martyr’s blood
liquefies, all assembled into a kind of Frankenstein’s monster that never comes to life.

 

It evokes the hopeless complications from the other side of the security fence,
a more subtle kind of treachery. Obese patients are “whales” or “beemers,”
a play on body mass index. Old people, known as FTDs, failure to die, become
a symbol of impenetrable tragedy.

 

Cracking the code of hospital slang isn’t pretty. Some friggin’ Exorcist s—t
combined with a mad scientist theme. Add some flickering lights, flashbacks,
and a last-minute drive to the library miles from any notions of narrative coherence.
The Canadian Medical Association’s code of ethics: Doctors practice medicine
“in a manner that treats the patient with dignity and as a person worthy of respect”.
A tangle of loyalties as complex as the Middle East, reminiscent of Chinatown.
The enmities run deep.
Everyone is guilty of something.

 

CAS, April 25, 2014

 

SOURCES:

Kirkey, Sharon, Are you a whale, “FTD” or a “cockroach”? Ottawa Citizen print edition , Postmedia News April 25, 2014 (A4)

Hagiwara, Yuki and Jie Ma, Asimo aids quest for robotic cars, Ottawa Citizen print edition, April 25, 2014

D’Emilio, Frances, Relics through the ages 6 things, Ottawa Citizen print edition April 25, 2014 (A12)
Stone, Jay, a few jolts, but no shocks, Ottawa Citizen, print edition, April 25, 2014 (E4)

Stone, Jay, An informant’s story told in hints and feints, Ottawa Citizen print edition April 25, 2014 (E2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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