1. one line found in a fictional short story
2. one line found in a quote in a news story
3. describe something broken, without using the word for that thing. Using words from the description, create one line found as the last line of your poem.
12 line poem. 3 quatrains.
Challenge: Trade each of the first two found lines with a classmate.
Super Challenge: Trade all three lines with another student.
Suppose there exists a digital library with a lot of books (10^2000000 books – 10 followed by two million zeros). Each book contains four hundred ten pages; each page, forty lines; each line, approximately eighty black letters. Suppose such a library could indeed contain every possible combination of letters in a 410 page book. That indeed would be a lot of books.
For your name
For a date in the future
For a date in the past
For a passage from your favorite book, or something you yourself have written. Search for alternate scenes and endings.
If you have writer’s block, search for the last word or sentence fragment you’ve written, and find out how it ends.
Those who tire of being constantly thwarted looking for meaning among the library’s babble can use reading its jumbled texts as a form of meditation. Eventually your mind learns no longer to search for or expect significance.
2. Afterward, without looking at the poem, write down all the evocative words you remember, or any words that the poem triggers.
3. Imagine a journey you might take in a real (concrete) landscape, one that is familiar to you. Use the words you have chosen to guide your way into a poem in which you take that journey, literally or figuratively. Let the borrowed language prose ways to break through your familiarity with the landscape, by suggesting details, a mood, the bare bones of a narrative, a kind of diction, or maybe even something specific as the name of the place, or words spoken there.
By adopting the mood and tone the poem evokes through its particular language, you enter an emotional landscape which is crucial in the recovery of memory. That sensibility then determines the location of your poem. The poem might focus on one specific incident or aspect of the journey, it might follow the complete route, or it might end in a place that no longer exists.
After you have the first draft of the poem, you might find it useful to “copy” the poem you heard. Taking the poem line by line, you might model your own poem after the original by progressing similarly from subject to subject, observation, metaphor, tone, etc.
Write a poem in which you undertake a journey to an unknown destination.
The poem does not necessarily have to have a formal “plot,” but does have to leave you at the end of the journey, in a wholly unexpected place: either in the midst of a strange landscape (mental and/or physical) or in the throes of a threatening or exciting discovery (self, other, or both).
Begin the poem with a predicament: the speaker of the poem ( the poet, a fictional narrator, or an actual person re-imagined) is lost, or hunting for something (someone), or is being propelled into a quest against her will, or is on a supposedly ordinary journey that turns weird.
Make the poem long enough (25+ lines) to make it hard for you to predict its outcome. Make each line a consistent length or meter. Some regularity of form helps give the sense that the poem is taking the poet on the journey; it works against a too-rational and too-orderly plotting by setting up a crafty, quasi-deliberate momentum.
This journey-poem is useful for its challenge to your customary anxiety for closure, an anxiety that may prohibit the imagination. As you write your way into a world created as you go along, you have the privilege of using “useless” material: images that exist for their own quirky beauty, flotsam and jetsam from actual journeys, revived memories, “superstitious trash” from old legends and stories, dream images and other nonrational arcana.
Enact the journey on several levels so that what you see resonates with what you cannot explain.
Pull several short phrases from a text – especially evocative and vivid phrases from a story or novel (write them on scraps of paper).
Arrange/modify/edit/group the phrases into a “found poem.”
For a “Dadaist” flavour, pull the slips of paper from a bag randomly and use them in the order drawn.
Found Poem from The Truce by Charles G.D. Roberts.
Every now and then a woodsman pays with his life for failing to recognize
that the bear won't always play by rule.
The wilderness loves a master; and the challenge was not accepted.
From that moment he was a veritable demon of vengeance,
his hunger was all forgotten in red rage.
A light of elation came into his eyes,
And he felt himself able to win the contest against whatever odds.
Then, even as he spoke, a strange, terrifying sound ran all about him,
a straining grumble, ominous as the first growl of an earthquake.
He bit off a chew from his plug of "blackjack,"
and with calm eyes surveyed the doom toward which he was rushing.
Now that he and his enemy were involved in a common and appalling doom,
the enmity was forgotten.
He made ready to plunge in and at least die battling,
when fate took yet another whim.
He rose cautiously and crouched,
every sinew tense to renew the battle for life.
His late enemy, alive, strong, splendid, and speeding to a hideous destruction,
was of the keener interest to his wilderness spirit.
There might be the ghost of a chance for him,
but the man saw that there was no chance of his adversary's escape.
In his eagerness, and without any conscious thought of what he was doing,
the man stepped down into the water knee-deep.
For a moment he wondered if he could hold on,
but he soon saw that his caution was unnecessary.
Whoever might be the victor, what remained for him?
The situation was not satisfactory from any point of view.
After a long, sagacious survey of the flood,
he drew his knife and cut himself an alpenstock.
This was the moment for which the man was waiting.
The man picked his way across the slippery, chaotic surface.
He strode up the trail till the great woods closed about him
and the raving thunders gradually died into quiet.
In a post, write a line of poetry that seems to be an opening line. Discuss why your line is a first line rather than a line that might function equally well in a different context. Describe the poem you envision following your line in terms of ideas and form (stanzaic structure, meter, rhyme, length, tone, etc.). Then be prepared to give your line away.
Now in a comment below the post, other students “offer” suggestions – what sort of poem do they see burgeoning from that opening line, and why. These comments form the “bids.” Then the author of the line agrees to give it – no strings attached and forever – to the student whose suggestion, enthusiasm, or oddball approach most pleases him/her.
Each student produces a poem with a “purchased” opening line.
If you don’t freeze immediately in terror – and the ridiculously short time allotment usually allays panic, since you know it is impossible to write a poem in ten minutes, right? – what tends to come out are scary and wild chunks of psychic landscape.
“Shut your eyes and I’ll say a word. Open your eyes and write down what you saw.”
If I say “justice,” you may see a judge in a courtroom. This is the mind’s “translation” of an idea, an abstract concept to a mental picture, an image. The mind does this naturally.
Love: hearts, a loved one’s face
Death: coffin, grave, tombstone
Self: mirror, photo, guitar case
Soul: votive candle, Black-Eyed Peas, apple core
Be honest about what you see. Don’t worry if you see a Brussels sprout when I say “self” — your mind is telling you something. It is making a connection, which may not be readily apparent to you.
There is no such thing as a non sequitor the mind always has logic; it might not be obvious logic, but the mind has its reasons for connecting two seemingly unlike notions.
Let’s track the process a little bit. If I say “self” and you see a Brussels sprout, continue to interrogate that image and write down the next image it inspires, and the next. You may find that you are “tracking: the ignition of a poem — let’s say you see a hand picking up the Brussels sprout, or a toy next to it. You recognize the hand as yours, your hand as a child, you begin to enlarge the frame, you see it’s you as a baby eating Brussels sprouts for the first time, conscious of being a separate (perhaps suffering!) being. That’s OK, too, but keep the record, write down these signals from the unconscious.
Writing is an intuitive process; we must trust our intuition.
Here is a list of “abstractions” in four groups to enable a solo poet to play a kind of translation “solitaire.”
Rage, Order, Justice, Common
Solitude, Ecstasy, Evil, Gratitude
Mercy, Pain, Hunger, God
Peace, War, History, Angel
The idea is investigation: follow the thread back to the literal referent.
Give yourself five minutes. Pick a word, at first glance, from each group, then write down all the non sequitor images you get for each one.
See where this takes you. See what connections occur among the groups.
Look at what you’ve written and circle words that seem most vivid or evocative, that seem to reverberate with intention.
Take another five minutes. Try these words in lines.
Experiment; allow your intuition to lead you. Don’t frighten yourself: trust what comes up.
If you want to try a kind of solitaire, put each word on a card and deal your own groups. You could use all the listed words in a kind of nonassociative narrative – place one list over another, try to connect these dissimilar progressions.
Select any three entries from your blog and discover in verse the connection among them.
The three entires on which you base the poem should be well removed from one another, so that there is no bossy idea, package, or summary.
Many academic (mis)instructors ask, What is the poet trying to say? As if s/he had some awful throat disease. The poet who successfully completes this exercise may answer that what s/he is saying is what has been said (of course it ought to make some sense).
The capital-M meaning of the poem, that is, consists exactly in the language, imagination, and logic that found the connections. Ideas inevitably emerge from poetry, they must not determine it.
Try cutting and pasting a list of phrases and putting them next to each other causes ideas to emerge:
I should add that I enjoy poems with an emphasis on the abstract or philosophic, but the intellectual control of a poem is something to apply after the materials have been allowed to float to the surface.