Rumors of White Supremacy.
In that row, your column’s number…
Coining new terms in secrecy: “Boing” (boring minus R) is dumber.
Coiled, then boing like a prompted spring,
Primitive poetic action;
Apes with crayons, coloring;
Hooting in dissatisfaction.
Leaves leave a taste like baseless fears,
Primitive prompts in lyric night. BOING! The Jack-in-the-Box appears—
Laughing at your illiberal fright…
PROMPT #6 : Find the row with your number. Then, write a poem describing the taste of the item in Column A, using the words that appear in that row in Column B and C. For bonus points, give your poem the title of the word that appears in Column A for your row, but don’t use that word in the poem itself.
PROMPT #5: First, pick a notation from the first column below.
Then, pick a musical genre from the second column. Finally, pick at least one word from the third column. Now write a poem that takes inspiration from your musical genre and notation, and uses the word or words you picked from the third column.
“with a hint of frenzy”
power ballad
sharks
“the joy is gone”
jazz fantasia
nonsense
“smugly saying ‘yeah, I’m better than you’”
folk song
roses
“literally go nuts”
march
departures
“play terribly”
chamber music
bones
“deliciously”
symphony
infield
“about to burst”
aria
concrete
“crazy eyes here”
overture
butterflies
“fade out like my hairline”
interstitial
wool
“like you’ve been hit by an arrow”
muzak
vanilla
“louder than possible”
breakup anthem
vampire
“with contempt for imported convertible sports cars”
rumba
shadow
“like a naughty, naughty boy “
waltz
monument
“lord have mercy”
outlaw country classic
clock
“improvisatory screaming”
death metal
moonlight
“tempo di murder”
novelty song
centaur
“as roughly as possible”
fugue
pool
“gradually becoming a disaster”
yacht rock
hollyhocks
“play like you are about to start crying”
tango
chain
“obliterate the choir”
hymn
banquet
“like 100 tin cans falling out of a Volvo”
dubstep
snow
I’m off to Bermuda
While you’re up the creek!
I cruise like old money;
You float like a freak.
As you steer between rocks
In that vulgar canoe,
You’re a maritime nuisance
Obstructing the view.
My luxury vessel
Steers clear of the sharks;
You paddle and fulminate,
Studying Marx.
Your dugout is leaking;
I’m greasing the skids.
The dividends pay out
to bankroll my kids.
My profits accrue
While you seethe at your bosses.
You rail at the system—
I minimize losses.
I cruise into port.
Our hotel is reserved…
Your bitter resentment
is not unobserved.
Departures are blissful;
We glide into harbors
And dine amidst hollyhocks
Under the arbors.
The banquet is served:
An idyllic location—
But you merely murmur
In disapprobation.
So scratch my maid’s Tesla
(or blow up a dealership…)
Rattle your chains
While insulting my captainship.
I’m by the pool—
You can splash in your gutter.
I’ll leave you a tip
For some bread with your butter.
Those pervy bros Podesta:
Collector’s breed apart;
Both share a nasty interest
In a type of sordid art;
Depicting painted victims,
Raped kids in disarray;
Their taste projects the symptoms
Of what their souls display.
Such themes as fill their mansions
And cloistered halls of power
Reveal some dark delusions
And what they would devour.
Our capital’s elitists
Show plainly what they are
The price of their admission
Won’t get them very far.
Donald Hallsaid in a recent interview with The Writer magazine that most of his poems go through something like 100 drafts. He says none of his published poems have gone through less than 50… and that he revised one of his poems 400 times.
This may make artistic sense, but it hardly makes economic sense.
(To be fair, neither does writing poetry.)
Let’s be generous and say that Hall is paid at the top of the scale and gets $50 for one of his poems. Let’s also assume that he’s fast… and each draft only takes him a half-hour to revise and rewrite.
With 100 drafts, that’s a minimum of 50 hours of labor to produce one poem paying $50. That comes out to a dollar an hour – or less than one-fifth of minimum wage.
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