Posts Tagged ‘experimental poetry’
CLEAVE POETICS 5&6 of 19 5. “This is very unprovoked thought” —Clark Coolidge, Postmodern Poetry: The Talisman Interviews it opened—i caught it versions left over—over the edge they shifted—down the spinal cord all the hyphens—slouching like cats sniffing—soft paws on the carpet here in the city—craning their necks getting a good look—thru the gate at the other—shape-shifter 6. “the great misunderstandings” —Clark Coolidge, Postmodern Poetry: The Talisman Interviews it comes here—i don’t know how i say this—i’ve lost so much planting hyphens—slanting it down how it grows—nobody knows beneath a—night sun moon blackness—dark at high noon it’s coming—undoing me
CLEAVE POETICS 3&4 of 19 3. “the energy of word art” —Clark Coolidge, Postmodern Poetry: The Talisman Interviews cleaving—against it seeing what—emerges writing—three-ways monsters—of the id ghosts—of the ego superego—doppelgangers the body—as movie dreaming—voyage imaginaire provoking—poetry i’m starved—i’m hungry the way—poets eat poets language—cleave du jour 4. “wait and see what emerges…” —Clark Coolidge, Postmodern Poetry: The Talisman Interviews what’s happening—with cleaves? the difficulty—talking about them? designing them—as 3 texts in one suggesting that—their meaning somehow comes—from a “complex”? when actually—the artifice of cleaves performs simultaneously—paraphrasing the old surrealism—thru LangPo research into a new reading—worthy to be called American—parasurrealism…
A 6-way cleave by Andrea Barton - a concrete cleave? Here are her words: "this is a six way poem based on the cleave form. I'm going to wait and see if anyone can figure out the six ways in which this poem can be read..." Maypole The brightly colored - center - celebration of spring - of - ribbons held by - poems - this way colors - are - dancing girls - maypoles - that way twirling - driven - skipping twisting - into - light steps of children - the - laughter and hope - earth - in the sun and w a i t i n g
A personal political cleave poem by Jennifer Semple Siegel, seeded with Robert Louis Stevenson. (First appearance: here). All Along the Campaign Trail! In the other gardens -- On the endless networks And all up the vale, -- And all through cyberspace, From the autumn bonfires -- From Springtime surprises See the smoke trail! -- Now see how they placed! * Pleasant summer over -- Conventions now passed And all the summer flowers, -- And all summer potshots, The red fire blazes, -- O'Biden blazes hot, The grey smoke towers. -- McPalin does not. * Sing a song of seasons! -- Sing a song of absurdity! Something bright in all! -- All frightful in Fall! Flowers in the summer, -- Hucksters all through Summer, Fires in the fall! -- One winner nabs all! --Seed Poem: "Autumn Fires," Robert Louis Stevenson--
CLEAVE POETICS For Phuoc-Tan, Diana, Laurie and Jennifer
How to write a Cleave poem?
Write the horizontal poem first.
Cleave the poem into 2 vertical poems.
Cleave with hyphens—using your intuition.
The vertical poems are the zen payoff.
They’ll read choppy somewhat but intelligent.
The gestalt one feels is unique because it’s yours.
It’s your horizontal poem to begin with.
But the 2 vertical poems are spontaneous.
Like Mac Low’s diastic impromptu method.
Except the cleave method is quicker.
It’s more spontaneous and otherworldly.
Because it’s you confronting your double.
Your poetic doppelganger in the NOW.
The left hand & right hand poems are one.
They’re not discrete poems.
They’re the surprise Bingo that happens.
The left and right poems aren’t stitched together.
Hunting and picking for combos that fit…
Cleaving one poem into two—that’s the trick.
Not stitching two poems into one.
What I want is surprise, joy and wonder.
My way gives the poet a double-whammy.
Cleave collaboration for me is Translation.
Translating Pound’s Personae, for example.
Pound put his Anthology poems together for a reason.
They were his Imagist Manifesto.
He jump-started the Modernist Movement.
Eliot and Joyce did too. The three of them.
With Personae, The Waste Land and Ulysses.
But Pound did it somewhat differently.
Thru small discrete poems—rather than Long Poems.
The Waste Land = Long Elegy
Ulysses = Long Love Lyric Irish Fairy Tale
Pound wanted to embrace & extend the Past.
Eliot and Joyce as well… each did it differently.
Personae (1926) was Pound’s American Tree (Silliman).
LangPo Poetry grew once Silliman’s Anthology (1986) came out.
Personae is a thin little volume—an easy read.
The American Tree is thick—many machines on Ix.
Better than those on Richese?
How to start a Cleave Movement?
Call it CloPo or maybe CleavePo?
How about an Anthology?
An Anthology is like a Baseball Park.
Build it—and they will come.
now—my little cleaves
let us—speak perfection
tell—our little story
—based on “Salvationists”
Ezra Pound’s Personae (1926)
(“Come, my songs,
let us speak of perfection—
We shall get ourselves
Now let us show—let us tell.
Let our little cleaves speak perfection.
Simplicity—elegantly telling a story.
Each story—imbued with ad lib.
Each story—ours to show & tell.
dennis kelly 9/23/2008
Cleave ‘Translations’ from Pound’s Personae (1925)
__is it poetry—or just a game
these elegant—crossword puzzles
not knowing—day to day
_________—for laurie elaine
_________i studied—aleatoric poetry
___botticellian splits—mac low’s diastic
______doubling back—seed to source
carefully capitalizing—the key letters
___to form the name—diagonally down
_____a pretty effect—but I got bored
____not enough tho—give me estrangement
___cleaving is more—narratological
_not just two texts—seed & source
but three new texts—folding into one
__light-hearted—i woke up
___in the wold—nonchalantly
____stifled me—faint of breath
smothered me—the stench
________tell them—diamonds flake
______down there—where sapphires
____________burn—liquid emeralds fume
rubies red as blood—flow like lava
___________deep—down inside me
A Bawdy Poet Laureate Enjoying Naughty Nights
our dreams – disguises
_____relieve – our
_______days – null
_____nought – fraughts
A selection of cleave poems from greatwriting.co.uk.
De-stressed-Distressed by John Bevan (aka Katanga)
__I’m certain that-I’m overtaxed
__stone-deaf, I’ll-need my ears waxed
________not hear-sometime soon
annoying noises-What a buffoon!
Feeling dies by Rachel Prudden (aka Rioka)
______this beautiful-feeling dies in me
________ally of mine-you can’t hurt me
_______reaching out-for your desire
__and freezing time-does not inspire
an aching heart but-tears in my eyes
_____for you I smile-though I should cry
The Circus by Brett Evans (aka Brett)
____The circus rolls-with joy and glee
__________into town-a novelty
___an ageing clown-shows its face
__proving youthful-without disgrace
__to such old jokes-we all connect
though his respect-through our neglect
_no longer chimes-of ancient rhymes.
Two visions: Ezekiel and Aphrodite by Brian Fone (aka patterjack)
_________Ezekiel saw a vision,-a gleaming godly vision,
____saw wheels within wheels-making the mind spin
_____spreading across the sky-as it slowly revealed itself
dazzling the enlightened man-with all its terrible beauty
__________sweeping him away-and took watcher, mind and body,
__from the reality around him-with its naked, shining splendour.