Childhood, Family, Love, Memory, Parenting, Poetry, Relationships

Hidden Pictures

 

Hidden Pictures

At Jennifer’s First Birthday, 1975

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In this big picture, find the locket, the John Lennon spectacles, blue eyeshadow, bangs trimmed straight, August, yellow #5, a red balloon (not to be confused with The Red Balloon), a tray wiped clean, a downward glance, an elephant, love, another elephant, motherhood, hints of a Bubbi in a baby’s breath, a candle blown, “she looks like you Mom,” uncertainty, a glassy iris, love, the end of an exhale, one year, 26, 11 in between days, a hidden picture, gingham.

In this big picture, find

 

 

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Happy birthday, Mom.
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Philosophy, Poetry, Writing

What appeals to me about found poetry

One of the reasons why I love to experiment with “found poetry” is that it allows me to make an artful experience last longer.

I just finished reading Milan Kundera’s “The Unbearable Lightness of Being,” for instance, and was struck often throughout by meaningful gems I wish I could spend more time contemplating.

In the absence of a classroom full of fellow philosophers or a literature professor, I turn to found poetry, otherwise known as “erasure poetry” or “blackout poetry.”

There is no correct way of digging in, but this is how I’ve been doing it with books. (You can also find poetry in songs or in newspaper articles. Why not?)

Instructions for finding poetry:

1. Xerox copy the page of the book or the document that stopped you in your tracks.

kundera metaphors are dangerous

2. Read it over a few times. Perhaps, out loud.

3. Listen.

4. Circle with pencil the words calling out to you.

When you’re certain (or certain enough) you’ve dug out something new or relevant or useful from the beauty or wisdom already expressed by the author, smudge out the words around those in paint or black ink or, like Mary Ruefle, with white out.

5. There. You’ve found something. A poem, perhaps, or an idea or a pathway.

Something.

Like most creative writing, a first draft of a found poem might only be a writing prompt for something more significant.

At the very least, you got to spend more time with beauty or wisdom … and upcycled it into your own life.

 

 

Poetry, Relationships

When all else fails, shave your legs

<FOUND POETRY>

Ultra Sensitive
Ultra Sensible
Contents under pressure.

You don’t have to sacrifice
comfort or
closeness.

We recommend       shave gel
like my dad on Saturday
over wet skin
like Bernie at Atlas Paints

You don’t have to sacrifice
comfort or
closeness.

We recommend       shave gel
like the neck of a hairy bear
almost man
who promises the Blair Witch Project
isn’t real

Do not place near
sources of            puncture.

like my husband on Saturday

Keep out of reach

like a chilled river running over a boulder
and I am that boulder with my head bowed down
and 

Glide.

 

 

Poetry, Terrorism, War

When there is beauty inside bad news

<FOUND POETRY>

“Parking lots have sprouted
outside each kibbutz;
as reservists mass
for entry into
Gaza, their hatchbacks
with toddler seats
gather
the dust of days.”

— Jodi Rudoren in
The New York Times
Tunnels Lead Right to Heart of Israeli Fear
July 28, 2014

Love, Memory, Music, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

Take heed

What if the woman who’s leaving Bob Dylan in Boots of Spanish Leather returns one day?

Maybe instead of boots she just brings her older, softer, leathery self to a cafe where it’s said Dylan sometimes drinks black coffee.

I imagined that woman

and with her in mind, played a little with blackout poetry.

It’s the first time I almost like the result.

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 Take Heed

I just thought you might want
a long ol’ time alone.
From the storm
From the Mountains of Mad.

I remember saying
I don’t know when I’ll be back
back to where time
depends on true love.

Can you ask me again?

Just carry yourself back to me spoiled.
That’s all.

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(You can listen to 50 different covers of Boots of Spanish Leather on YouTube or this sweet Lumineers version.)