Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo 2019

Lyric Destinies

 

 

Condemned with all who scrawl their thoughts online

Obsessing over words, revising verse,

This love of poetasting is a curse . . .

(no, wait—I think I need to tweak that line).

Composing, thus, my useless universe,

Convinced that golden musings are divine,

I polish leaden verse to make it shine

So proving that bad poetry grows worse.

My muse may well disown me for my crimes,

Fly off and leave me searching for some word,

Abandon me to unpoetic times;

And yet my lyric soul is undeterred.

My own best lines may or may not show it;

Still, I’ll bear that shameful name of Poet.

 

 

 

Intellectuational Linguistics: Benchmarks for Bench-Warming

The author, after recently publishing

Working to Frame Approaches Towards Approaching Frameworks:
Contextualizing Systemic Interventions as an Interventional System in Context

collaborated with herself and co-wrote

Granting Greater Rights to Grant-Writers:
Turning Down the Echo in an Eco-Downturn.

Both papers were well-received and build on the strength of the author’s initial work, published in 2027, entitled:

Speed-Dating the Data: Progressive Measures towards Measurable Progress

The author’s third paper examined day-by-day data deterrence as a strategy to enhance documentation of impact towards tracking the implementation of benchmarks. The main thesis of the author’s 78-page analysis was that out-dated data, when out on a date, flirts with obsolescence by trying to ford the current affordability when instead, it could be out-sourcing data while invoicing clients in adolescence—rather than dragging the river for dead data. All three publications are recommended and underwritten by overwhelmed authorized ghost writers and this blog.

 

PROMPT #8-2 :

think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem
[…] perhaps you can take inspiration from one of the business jargon phrases that seem to predominate in corporate environments

 

CHECK MY DATA-DRIVEN POETRY

 

NaPoWriMo Prompt #8

So far I have actually written 7 new poems in response to prompts, but today’s prompt is so near and dear to my poetic heart that I have already written some data-driven drivel and will bring out those past poems to match today’s prompt:

think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem
[…] perhaps you can take inspiration from one of the business jargon phrases that seem to predominate in corporate environments

Here’s my first:

Data Talks . . . Celery Stalks


Fata Morgana !

Crunch the numbers and look at the data. I’m like:
Measurable outcomes for pleasurable incomes—
incorporate outsourced inhuman resources in-house. I’m like:
indicators for vindicators.
It’s all about the data, mama—
so man up, sit down, and move forward
like hard apps on software, like ram on a gigabyte. I’m all:
sit up, move down, man forward;
benchmarks as milestones, stone benches as mile-markers
measuring the change-talk: obstetric metrics
played out for pregnant pauses.
It’s about throwing out the carry-on
It’s about unpacking the lost luggage
It’s about documenting best practices of undressed actresses
until the data-driver fails the breathalyzer.
The data tells a story—memes of mastery cast in plastery:
DUCK the FATA (morgana) !

Fata Morgana !

 

 

One More Art Form

 

That classic villanelle is hard to master;

alternate lines can drive me up the wall

(but avant-garde absurdity drives faster).


I could just dash off some Haiku disaster,

but that would never hold you in its thrall.

Authentic villanelle is hard to master.


To learn new forms, sometimes all we can muster

is try it out and write; obey our call

and follow, bleating, some poetic pastor


to greener lyric landscapes—or a vaster

universe of verse in which to scrawl.

Authentic villanelle is hard to master.


Breaking the lyric flask of alabaster,

like the Magdalene’s perfume, we give our all,

disciples of true poetry, to our Master.


Keeping pace, the muse now urges: faster

I’m sweating now, and headed for a fall . . .

That classic villanelle is hard to master.

I hope to learn from Bishop—yet run past her.

 

 

PROMPT #5: write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following:

(1) the villanelle form,
(2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or
(3) phrases that oppose each other in some way.