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    Don’t introduce your children to Cousin Al.

    Brilliant, love that. It cheered me up no end. Thanks!

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    Beth - Glad I was able to cheer you up. We all need some of that these days, I think!

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    the silted airs and graces of the sea algae
    swinging, the flannel shirts and dystopian beards
    of bushes manned with flowers, bands shredding
    their most popular cuts across the cliffs.

    Remember the guitarist I painted with clay,
    photographed flattened like a suspect
    against the canyon wall? The harsh light killed
    his profile. The ocean’s like that, overexposed

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    flannel shirts and dystopian beards

    Much win here!
    I'm really looking forward to seeing where this goes.
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    Thanks, Dave.

    Exchange, Part III

    like the Beatles’ ninth release, and overused
    like rolling stones in rock songs; it’s exchanged
    between the band: the singer’s ‘O’ pout, the pianist’s
    head hung down, the third face obscured by a stand.

    The stones are scoured with waves and sand
    same as our memories. Woodstock seems wholesome
    the way we tell it. Lawyers and bankers
    replace Hell’s Angels on Harleys.

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    This is a lark! I've opened two windows so I can read the strophes side by side. What a novel approach! Love it. Really found this compelling:

    The stones are scoured with waves and sand
    same as our memories. Woodstock seems wholesome
    the way we tell it.


    Fantastic!
    ...our words... come from obsessions we must submit to....~~~~~Richard Hugo

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    Collaberations stretch you, but are also a lot of fun. Nice job from both of you, the poem is full of great imagery and sonics and *flows* well. I hope you both put it all together once you're finished, both versions in both of your threads, and the photos, and let us know who wrote which. Or not. Sometimes poems are like women; there should be mystery. Heh.

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    Thanks for stopping by Alex and Donner. And thanks Hydro, for me inviting to do this. It was a fun and challenging project. Below is the entire poem, hopefully the same version in both threads, now. My strophes are italicized. The pics we exchanged are posted below. Mine is the little one.

    Exchange

    You’re turning black tables, this ‘Other Lives’
    band sings, over and over. Not one note is flat,
    but a negative of the photo of an abandoned barn
    on the album cover. Sunlight turns over my table,

    highlighting garish covers and photographs
    of seventies artists. Oceanside, beach huts
    in sorbet colors, old VW vans rust in air
    smelling of salt, nostalgia and something else:

    the silted airs and graces of sea algae
    swinging, the flannel shirts, dystopian bearded
    bushes manned with flowers--a band shredding
    their most loved cuts across the cliffs.

    Remember the guitarist I finger painted with red clay,
    photographed spread eagled like a suspect
    against the canyon wall? The harsh light killed
    his profile. The ocean air is like that, whitewashed, overexposed,

    like the Beatles’ ninth release, as overused
    as a rolling stone in a rock song, and exchanged
    between the band: a singer’s ‘O’ pout, a pianist’s
    head hung down, a third face obscured by a stand.

    The stones are scoured with waves and sand, clean,
    same as our memories. Woodstock seems wholesome
    the way we tell it. Lawyers, bankers and dentists
    replace Hell’s Angels on Harleys.

    Even the Internet is wholesome, when it wants,
    and can replace tourism. I have seen Payne County now
    in a neutral light. I could paint the day before they froze,
    or finished singing. This present plane is all’s required.

    Today in Boscombe Overstrand, I’m at a pub. The accents,
    sea breeze, band playing in the corner allow a pretense
    of other, younger lives. Tomorrow we’ll board planes
    and head home. The black tables turn over again.


    Last edited by PClem; 04-24-2010 at 10:27 PM.

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    Pclem:

    Nice job on the collaboration. I enjoyed the images of the white-washed, overexposed ocean.

    Your advice poem is very funny!

    Danielle

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    Thanks, Danielle! Now on to something where I don't have to worry about sizing pics! Damn photographs and Internet thingies!

    The Elephant

    I want to own the elephant
    in the living room, want to see
    with believing eyes,
    run my hands over its tough hide,
    paint the toes in neon colors,
    crawl underneath, tickle its belly,
    then swing from the nose,
    yank the tail, jump on its back
    for a ride over the furniture and crash
    the china cabinet. It’s been living
    here so long the place smells
    bad enough to knock a buzzard
    off a shit wagon. I’m tired
    of holding my nose,
    ignoring it, tiptoeing around.

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    Laurie

    Of this last lot, PClem's Advice is delightful reading. Of the exchanges, I liked III best. And The Elephant, starting as a cheerful romp, seems to have an interesting dark note towards the end.

    Fun thread / Dunc

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    Laurie, the Elephant poem was a hoot. Lots of symbollic possibility in it. The close is uber cool:

    It’s been living
    here so long the place smells
    bad enough to knock a buzzard
    off a shit wagon. I’m tired
    of holding my nose,
    ignoring it, tiptoeing around.
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    Laurie,
    Two weeeks since I was here! Eeeeek!

    So much greater the pleasure of encountering the elephant in your living-room! and receive bizarre advice I luckily don't need, on raising children! :-)

    Beatles/Beetles thrown in is a bonus --

    You are having a NaPo to remember.

    Sorella

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    Hi Laurie: Finally commenting although I've been reading along. I love Swaybacked With Dreams and Exploding Solitude, because that is a hellava title! Very energetic and good suggestions too. The poem lives up to the title. More useful advice in PClem’s Advice to Women for Raising Children. A humour there I like, as well as the imagery. The Elephant is amazing. What a great turn on that expression.

    You have a very strong thread happening. Great reading.

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    Good morning! Great to see the photos that inspired the poem. You (and Hydro) did a great job pulling interesting details and compelling imagery from them. Lovely to see who did what and I'll confess to some surprises over who wrote what which is cool....some I guessed correctly, some not.

    "Elephant" has an interesting sinister twist at the end and that gives it a great deal of depth and nuance. You are still swinging for the fences and it shows! Good job!
    ...our words... come from obsessions we must submit to....~~~~~Richard Hugo

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