Ars Poetica, a cento

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Angeline
Angeline
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First dues for the body poetica:
undo the lettuce leaves from their heart,
fantasies or memories
and miles into never minds.
Picking them up, I

reach out and cradle your
cityscapes and biospheres,
emitting profane levels of profundity.
I don’t want to be
witlessly ignorant of my mood (but)

I am a poet, therefore I lie
by the blood of man, knowing
the blank page denied
my trip to the moon; it’s been postponed.
It’s hard work keeping spirits up.

I send prayers into the evening sky,
some more valuable than others.
Eyes closed, I fall back
in the soft murmur of foliage
over the edge, drowning.

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Line Citations:
1First Reading at Café No by jd4george
2Tonight I'm Sarcastic by Epmd607
3Whispers by Syndra Lynn
4Talk to the Heat by The Mutt
5In the Attic by Remec
6There is always a trigger by Minervous
7Another Pickup Line by Icingsugar
8it’s not what you know by normal jean
9uncomfortable silence by neonurotic
10Perhaps Not Your Touch by Average Gina
11Irren by Kaishaku
12Beyond Zero by bluerains
13Reluctant Muse with Attitude by Bill Dada
14Waiting Room by Cordelia
15Ashtray by Lalique by darkmaas
16Falling Stars by Champagne1982
17Disposing of Little Men by Wespeak
18Five Wagons of Hickory Nuts by Annaswirls
19Beethovenhous by Lauren Hynde
20Dogwood by smithpeter

Angeline
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twelveoonetwelveooneabout 15 years ago
Here

I disagree with Tzara, it is not seemless. Read it again, doesn't work on at least two levels, tone and images disconnect i.e /I send prayers into the evening sky, /some more valuable than others. Probably only I could throw those lines together, but it would be rather sarcastic. You follow with: Eyes closed, I fall back/ in the soft murmur of foliage/over the edge, drowning./ which read excellent together and don't quite fit the "some more", "Lettuce leaves". Centos by there nature do not lend themselve to linear writers of which you are an excellent one. That being said you did group together excellent sets of lines, but that makes it all the more obvious where it doesn't work.

UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 15 years ago
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I found the Cento fun to research (although I did keep getting sidetracked!) but what glee to pounce on some little morsel that fits perfectly. This is full of those morsels and makes the perfect feast. Well done Ange!

annaswirlsannaswirlsabout 15 years ago
yes

It is very apparent that you took the time needed to pull this together. We have discussed this poem already, but once again, well done girlfriend!

TzaraTzaraabout 15 years ago
Seamless.

The cento is, in my stupid opinion, just about the hardest form to do well. I mean, you have to snag lines from other contexts and fit them into your own vision, like collage. This poem does that about as well as any could. I'd give you a solid five for the feat of composing it (which is really impressive), but as a poem it's good but not superb. (I will toss in my Wayne's World "I'm not worthy" genuflect if that helps, though.)

bflagsstbflagsstabout 15 years ago
third stanza

was just about seamless. Cento's probably my least favorite form, but it looks like you spent some time, so good job and all that.