I break the line: are you game for the game?

[The_Fool]

I’m curled into a ball
like a dog that is cold.
Who will tell me why I was born,
why this monstrosity called life.
The telephone rings.

I have to give a poetry reading.
I enter.
A hundred people,
a hundred pairs of eyes.
They look, they wait.

I know for what.
I am supposed to tell them
why they were born,
why there is this monstrosity
called life.

 

[champagne1982]

wow, very close to the original? I have to go back and check, but I remember he had it spaced like that


cool!

Ooo. That is neat! But you gave it away when you told us who wrote it. ee is a very concrete poetry kinda guy.

 

[unapologetic]

This is fun, and good practice for me.

POETRY READING/Anna Swir

I’m curled into a ball,
like a dog that is cold.

Who will tell me why I was born?
Why this monstrosity called life?

The telephone rings -
I have to give a poetry reading.

I enter. A hundred people,
a hundred pairs of eyes.

They look; they wait. I know for what.
I am supposed to tell them.

Why? They were born.
Why? There is this monstrosity

called life.
_____________________________________

Not quite sure what I was trying to do here. I guess I wanted to approach it from a different angle. I'm off to google how the poet did it originally.

 

[annaswirls]

POETRY READING/Anna Swir


Why? They were born.

_____________________________________

Not quite sure what I was trying to do here. I guess I wanted to approach it from a different angle. I'm off to google how the poet did it originally.

oh my god, you just answered her fucking question. you are brilliant. Thank you! I will never read this, one of my all time favorite poems, the same.

ooh I like this exercize too!

 

[annaswirls]

Ooo. That is neat! But you gave it away when you told us who wrote it. ee is a very concrete poetry kinda guy.

and you are one bright kinda gal

 

[annaswirls]

this is so awesome, I have read the poem a hundred times, and to see it with new eyes like this! yours is a lot like how she had it.... but different enough to give it a new view.

I’m curled into a ball
like a dog that is cold.
Who will tell me why I was born,
why this monstrosity called life.
The telephone rings.

I have to give a poetry reading.
I enter.
A hundred people,
a hundred pairs of eyes.
They look, they wait.

I know for what.
I am supposed to tell them
why they were born,
why there is this monstrosity
called life.

 

[The_Fool]

this is so awesome, I have read the poem a hundred times, and to see it with new eyes like this! yours is a lot like how she had it.... but different enough to give it a new view.

I think there is something else there. Have to give it a different kind of thought...

 

[champagne1982]

POETRY READING

I’m curled into a ball
like a dog that is cold.

Who will tell me why
I was born?
Why
this monstrosity

called life?
The telephone rings.

I have to give a poetry reading.

I enter
a hundred people -
a hundred pairs of eyes -
they look. They wait, I know

for what I am supposed
to tell them
why they were born,
why there is
this monstrosity

called life.

 

[Maria2394]

POETRY READING

I’m curled into a ball
like a dog that is cold
Who will tell me why?
I was born , why this monstrosity called life.
The telephone rings-
I have to give a poetry reading.
I enter a hundred people
a hundred pairs of eyes
they look, they wait,
I know for what.

I am supposed to tell them why they were born
why there is this monstrosity called life

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I enter a hundred people

Anna, I know this is probably pretty bad, but that one line, when I read it and
rearrange the lines, I get the feeling like she was considering actually entering them, ( almost in a sexual way) or somehow immersing herself in her audience. I like this poem, but that ask ask ask one messed me up up up.

love ya

m

 

[Liar]

by one of my favorite poets: Anna Swir

i couldn't have guessed.



Reads like a Chalie Kaufman introspective stream of counscioussness kind of thing. So here goes.



POETRY READING

I’m
curled
into a ball
like a dog
that is cold.
Who will tell
me why I was
born, why this
monstrosity called
life? The telephone
rings, I have to give
a poetry reading. I enter,
a hundred people a hundred
pairs of eyes, they look, they wait,
I know for what. I am supposed to tell
them why they were born, why there is

this monstrosity
called
life.

 

[Liar]

They look; they wait. I know for what.
I am supposed to tell them.

Why? They were born.
Why? There is this monstrosity

called life.

Ha! Very cleva. Kudos.

 

[Liar]

Anna, I know this is probably pretty bad, but that one line, when I read it and
rearrange the lines, I get the feeling like she was considering actually entering them, ( almost in a sexual way)

Read much Plato lately. That's a classic old greek (Lyseas by proxy of Plato, I think is where I read about it) notion of text. To write is a sexual act, to penetrate the reader and ejaculate your ideas. They were a kinky bunch those old-timers.

 

[unapologetic]

POETRY READING

I’m
curled
into a ball
like a dog
that is cold.
Who will tell
me why I was
born, why this
monstrosity called
life? The telephone
rings, I have to give
a poetry reading. I enter,
a hundred people a hundred
pairs of eyes, they look, they wait,
I know for what. I am supposed to tell
them why they were born, why there is

this monstrosity
called
life.

I always forget to look at the physical form the poem takes on the page. This is amazing.

 

[unapologetic]

I got one for the game...

But I don't wanna put it in here in until annaswirls gets a chance to post the original form of Anna Swir's poem. I don't want to start another round of the game until this one is done, I guess.

I'll check back.

 

[annaswirls]

But I don't wanna put it in here in until annaswirls gets a chance to post the original form of Anna Swir's poem. I don't want to start another round of the game until this one is done, I guess.

I'll check back.

Here it is

Thanks for playing, I love love love reading the different reads!


POETRY READING

I’m curled into a ball
like a dog
that is cold.

Who will tell me
why I was born,
why this monstrosity
called life.

The telephone rings. I have to give
a poetry reading.

I enter.
A hundred people, a hundred pairs of eyes.
They look, they wait.
I know for what.

I am supposed to tell them
why they were born,
why there is
this monstrosity called life.

~Anna Swir

 

[Maria2394]

Read much Plato lately. That's a classic old greek (Lyseas by proxy of Plato, I think is where I read about it) notion of text. To write is a sexual act, to penetrate the reader and ejaculate your ideas. They were a kinky bunch those old-timers.

Thank you MM< you make me feel nearly normal at times

xoxo

m

 

[unapologetic]

Round 3: A Kind of Lecture on a Dull Day When There Isn't Even a Fly Around to Kill

I'll fill in the poet when I post the original. I think if I told you who this is, it might color your perception.

don't kid yourself something kills them all finally it becomes a matter of dying of one thing or the other cancer a new car sex warm art poetry ballet dancing a hardware store smoking grass peeking out of windows or wiping the ass with cheap toilet paper when Christ began he had the cross in mind all along if I came down off this one here it would only be to find a better one meanwhile sitting with a drink in hand I know of course what it's all about come to the point dismiss it forget it hand to mouth I kid myself a little

 

[Liar]

Don't kid yourself, something
kills them all. Finally it becomes
a matter of dying, of one thing
or the other.

cancer / a new car / sex / warm art / poetry / ballet dancing
a hardware store / smoking grass / peeking out of windows
or wiping the ass with.......cheap.......toilet.......paper

When Christ began he had
the cross in mind all along.
If I came down of this one here
it would only be to find a better one.

Meanwhile, sitting with a drink in hand
I know of course what it's all about.
Come to the point, dismiss it, forget it,
hand to mouth I kid myself, a little.

 

[Maria2394]

I'll fill in the poet when I post the original. I think if I told you who this is, it might color your perception.

Don't kid yourself, something kills them all.
Finally it becomes a matter of dying
of one thing or the other;
cancer, a new car, sex
warm art, poetry, ballet dancing.

A hardware store, smoking grass
peeking out of windows or wiping the ass
with cheap toilet paper.

When Christ began,
he had the cross in mind all along.
If I came down off this one here,
it would only be to find a better one.

Meanwhile, sitting with a drink in hand,
I know, of course, what it's all about.
Come to the point, dismiss it, forget it.

Hand to mouth, I kid myself a little.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


thanks

m

 

[unapologetic]

I have a question, in the lin e---If I came down of this one--

is of supposed to be off?

just doesnt seem right, thanks

m

Eeek, a typo! I'll fix it right now. Good catch.

 

[champagne1982]

Don't kid yourself
something kills them all
finally:
it becomes
a matter of dying
of one thing

or the other;
cancer-
a new car;
sex-

warm art; poetry; ballet dancing -
a hardware store smoking grass;
peeking out of windows or wiping
the ass with cheap toilet paper.

When Christ began
he had the cross
in mind all along.

If I came down off
this one here
it would only be to find
a better one.

Meanwhile
sitting with a drink in hand
I know, of course, what
it's all about.

Come to the point,
dismiss it,
forget it;
hand to mouth
I kid myself a little.

 

[annaswirls]

oh I want to spend more time with this!!!


don't kid yourself
something kills them all
finally
it becomes a matter of dying
of one thing or the other
cancer a new car sex
warm art poetry ballet dancing
a hardware store smoking grass
peeking out of windows
or wiping the ass with cheap toilet paper

when Christ began
he had the cross in mind all along
if I came down off this one here
it would only be to find a better one
meanwhile sitting with a drink in hand
I know of course what it's all about
come to the point dismiss it
forget it hand to mouth
I kid myself a little

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

don't kid yourself
something kills them all
finally it becomes a matter of dying
of one thing or the other,
cancer, a new car, sex,
warm art, poetry, ballet dancing,
a hardware store, smoking grass,
peeking out of windows
or wiping the ass with cheap toilet paper
when Christ began
he had the cross in mind all along
if I came down off this one here
it would only be to find a better one
meanwhile sitting
with a drink in hand
I know of course what it's all about come to the point
dismiss it
forget it
hand to mouth
I kid myself a little

(done without peeking at the previous efforts.)

 

[unapologetic]

A Kind of Lecture on a Dull Day When There Isn't Even a Fly Around to Kill

by Charles Bukowski

don't kid yourself:
something kills them all-
finally it becomes a matter of
dying of one thing or
the other-
cancer, a new car, sex, warm
art, poetry, ballet dancing,
a hardware store, smoking grass, peeking
out of windows or
wiping the ass with
cheap toilet
paper

when Christ began
he had the cross in mind
all along.
if I came down off this one
here
it would only be to find a
better one.

meanwhile, sitting with a drink in hand
I know, of course,
what it's all
about, come to the point,
dismiss it, forget it,
hand to mouth
I kid myself a
little.
____________________________________________
(His line breaks are at such odd spots in the flow of the poem, almost like a hiccup.)

 

[unapologetic]

Round 4 anyone?

Someone else will have to post the next poem, but this one made me laugh so much I had to share it with you all.

A Doggerel: When Your Wine Cellar Becomes a Bomb Shelter, by Eleanor Wilner

Quel dommage no more fromage our champagne flutes are dry for we drank the champagne when the water failed and the light pales now as the dust drifts in for the French doors' glass is smashed and gone the veranda's a crater and just today though it hurts to say the puppy we ate her we were out of pate