Reading Hugo has helped immensely. I’m picking away at an old poem, so even though it’s technically not writing, I don’t care. It counts as writing. Matt and I have changed our schedule so that we’re doing one poem a week, due on Sundays. I’ve had little luck focusing tonight. And despite the fact that…
I’ve spent today mostly working and, as a result, I’ve got little to offer tonight. I didn’t even surf around the boards much, so no links or sites of interest. Days like today, I look up and it’s damn near 10:30 PM. I worked late, the subway broke down for 20 minutes, and being home…
by Richard Hugo The poet’s relation to the triggering subject should never be as strong as (must be weaker than) his relation to his words. The words should not serve the subject. The subject should serve the words. This may mean violating the facts. For example, if the poem needs the word “black,” at some…
Ahh, damn. I’m SO happy I picked up “The Triggering Town” and opened it up again. I’m finding myself dog-earing every single page, it’s so good. I’m realizing that, the lessons it’s taken my years to learn have been summarized by Hugo in these pages. They were there when I first picked up the book,…
Last Friday, on my way home from work, I happened to see this guy at the Clark and Lake Blue Line stop. I was situated behind a pillar, and decided to sneak a picture (without explicitly asking his permission). Well, as I was focusing, some guy ends up walking right between me and the person…
Well, when I checked this from work I realized it wans’t synched up at all. I was loading in the audio as a .swf file (loaded into a level), and had it set to “stream.” My understanding is that, on the “stream” setting, Flash would drop frames to keep up with the audio. While this…
I just heard Tom Waits for the first time, two days ago. I saw a thread on WH about him, and realized I had never really heard his music. I feel like I’ve fallen painfully behind my peers on this. Thankfully, I happened to see Alex online and chatted with him briefly on IM. When…
This is right by my workplace (the Merchandise Mart). I’d like to think there was a big wave of jets, criss-crossing one another earlier in the morning.
Saw this right at the corner of North and Wood. The overlapping lines fascinated me, and I wanted a picture so I could remember the moment. Before I get my daily coffee, I’m weird like this.
Click here to view it. Well, technically it’s not an experiment. It’s more of an animated Flash poem. But since I don’t have an area for Flash poems yet, I’m being lazy. Found poems are pretty fun. I guess it’s the closest thing the poetry world has to sampling. Honestly, I’m not sure how serious…
When it’s 1:45 AM, and you’re tired… but you don’t want to go to sleep because you want to keep working. :)
by Felix Jung Weíre given paper, scissors, glue, as ifthese tools can make or mend our little hearts. Each February teaches us that redmeans love, despite the worldís requestto stop, to see our anger like a film, to hearan ambulanceís shrill and vacant wail. Democritus believed the world composedof atoms, tiny specks defining pleasureand unpleasantness….
I mentioned a while back that I had some big project in mind for Valentine’s day. Unfortunately, that’s fallen through. I was going to animate one of my old poems but, I’m just going to type it in instead. However – as a side note, I’m currently working on taking an older found poem, and…
In 1923, Rudolph Valentino published a small book of poetry entitled “Day Dreams.”