It's the Poem-A-Week Challenge Discussion Thread

I am curious if any other poets who also write stories ever feel their ability to express themselves via poetry falls to the wayside after writing a story.
It seems in a story I’m more concerned with carrying a narrative from point A to B to C, while in poetry it’s more immersing myself in a particular moment, burrowing in and staying put. That’s sometimes harder to do. I notice there aren’t too many famous contemporary writers who do both; John Updike is about the only one who comes to mind without racking my brain for others. (I’m sure there are others.)
 
p/s I've actually been wondering about getting some or one of you to read a piece of short fiction i'm working on to submit to the Berlin Literary review... I don't trust the people who comment on the author pages here...if anyone could be bothered...please let me know...but if not, it's all good! Just thought i'd throw it in there.

Sounds very exciting. And inspiring. The only reason I’m not volunteering is I’m a piss poor poet, can’t spell, not an author. It’s a shame you absolutely can’t post your draft in your thread. I’m sure a lot of Lit people would find it inspiring. And want to help in anyway they can. Especially people from the poets’ forum.

(Lol I know you weren’t asking me but it is nice pretending you were 🫵😁).
 
Sounds very exciting. And inspiring. The only reason I’m not volunteering is I’m a piss poor poet, can’t spell, not an author. It’s a shame you absolutely can’t post your draft in your thread. I’m sure a lot of Lit people would find it inspiring. And want to help in anyway they can. Especially people from the poets’ forum.

(Lol I know you weren’t asking me but it is nice pretending you were 🫵😁).
I would not say that about you. But, its all good. I was afraid it was a little inappropriate to talk about that here...but its all good, mate!
 
Now that my 750 word story is finished and posted, I am working on a third free verse to pair with My Tribute to The Beat Generation and Midnight on Lennox free verse. This one will take place in Paris in the 1950s, a homage to Hemingway's a Movable Feast.

Does anyone else submerge themselves in the culture and period of time when they are writing period poetry?

I've been listening to French cafe music from the 1950s. I let myself visualize the scene and then arrange the words of my image. What's really interesting is once I hear the small accordion play it's like I am in the cafe. I do wear headphones to be totally immersed.
 
Now that my 750 word story is finished and posted, I am working on a third free verse to pair with My Tribute to The Beat Generation and Midnight on Lennox free verse. This one will take place in Paris in the 1950s, a homage to Hemingway's a Movable Feast.

Does anyone else submerge themselves in the culture and period of time when they are writing period poetry?

I've been listening to French cafe music from the 1950s. I let myself visualize the scene and then arrange the words of my image. What's really interesting is once I hear the small accordion play it's like I am in the cafe. I do wear headphones to be totally immersed.
I often listen to (nonverbal) music when I'm writing. When I'm writing about jazz in any capacity I listen to jazz, sometimes the same piece of music, over and over. I feel like the sound permeates my writing and can even effect the rhythm of the poem. I want as much as possible for the reader to "feel" the sense of the music. Sometimes it works pretty well!

I bet that sounds a little 🤪 lol, but it works for me. I think you're on to something Lez and I'm looking forward to your next poem in your Beat Generation homage!
 
Since 42s not around.

Quality workshops can….include writing for the screen, to foster truncated written images. Writing for the stage to grow a poet’s narrative writing skills… novelists tools such as voice over narration. Stream of conciseness, subjective reality. Non lineal story telling. Flashbacks fantasies, memories. The overlooked basics, start late and get out early. If you examine poems closely you will find all of these techniques are part and parcel of all forms of creative writing, especially 42’s poetry.
Okay enough ass kissing. I’ll give this / your challenge ago. You two are ratxbags. Face plant take two.
 
@SpermFactory & henchwoman, thanks for the writing prompt.


Crazy tales

1930s in a back alley of East LA. Solomon
Kane a dark and somber man lives where
the sun don’t climb. In this trash can blood

-thirsty cat eat dog white bird world. “He,” his
neighbor says “Solomon knew his pirouette
of a woman was over him. Satdee night I heard

Solomon yelling, where is my felt Fedora
shotgun an loincloth?
Next d’y. He was
howling a gale about all his luggage. He said,

there ain’t no need to leave the porch light
on.
By Sundee even’n he was blind drunk
naked, out on the street looking for a wife.”


(Written in half an hour. I find it helps to write to a time limit).
 
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@SpermFactory’s 42 challenge.

Write a poem that has as many of the following elements you can cram in 30 minutes writing: Voice over narration. Stream of conciseness, subjective reality. Non lineal story telling. Flashbacks fantasies, memories. The overlooked basics, start late and get out early.

If you cheat you only cheat yourself. If you’re willing give it ago.
 
42, a breakdown please. 👑
Method: Set the stop watch running. Have a coffee. Identify the elements I wanted to use. Write.
Have another coffee. Write. Totals, 14 mins writing, 15 mins coffee thinking. 1 min format & post. Stop the stop watch.

Purpose of the time restriction? It’s a free write exercise. Just like in workshops.

I am a fan of Robert E Howard. The title is a nod to a 1930s publication Weird Tales, where his characters Conan the barbarian and Solomon Kane appear. I wanted three voices, the narrator, the neighbor, Solomon Kane. Why LA? Half rhymes with alley.

Miscellaneous overshare. Presently writing all my poems to strict time limits. This year I hope to write and get published a collection of around 80-100 poems (extraneous to my Lit poems). So half a year generating material. Six months dusting it all off.
 
@SpermFactory’s 42 challenge.

Write a poem that has as many of the following elements you can cram in 30 minutes writing: Voice over narration. Stream of conciseness, subjective reality. Non lineal story telling. Flashbacks fantasies, memories. The overlooked basics, start late and get out early.

If you cheat you only cheat yourself. If you’re willing give it ago.
Just wanted to say this was an interesting exercise! Wrote mine on my commute to work - usually I’m zoned out during my train ride but it was a nice way to wake up. I am usually pretty slow as I’m writing and trying to be meticulous but it was cool to just let the words fly and see what came out.
 
I often listen to (nonverbal) music when I'm writing. When I'm writing about jazz in any capacity I listen to jazz, sometimes the same piece of music, over and over. I feel like the sound permeates my writing and can even effect the rhythm of the poem. I want as much as possible for the reader to "feel" the sense of the music. Sometimes it works pretty well!

I bet that sounds a little 🤪 lol, but it works for me. I think you're on to something Lez and I'm looking forward to your next poem in your Beat Generation homage!
I agree with you, Angeline, about this, especially the repeated listening to the same piece while writing, trying to capture its feeling in your work. What I can’t do anymore that I used to do easily is write to music in the background. Over time it’s become an either/or proposition, and I can’t do both simultaneously. I miss it, but that's just the way it is.
 
I agree with you, Angeline, about this, especially the repeated listening to the same piece while writing, trying to capture its feeling in your work. What I can’t do anymore that I used to do easily is write to music in the background. Over time it’s become an either/or proposition, and I can’t do both simultaneously. I miss it, but that's just the way it is.
I understand. I can't write with just any background music: it has to be connected to what I'm writing. There needs to be a purpose to the music. That means it's either jazz or classical, occasionally opera. I once wrote a poem that referenced Violetta's Waltz from Verdi's La Traviata, but usually if I'm referencing music with singing I have to listen before I write.
 
Just wanted to say this was an interesting exercise! Wrote mine on my commute to work - usually I’m zoned out during my train ride but it was a nice way to wake up. I am usually pretty slow as I’m writing and trying to be meticulous but it was cool to just let the words fly and see what came out.
Pretty cool free write @Waeponwifestre. It gives a glimmer of your broader poetic skill sets: Universal themes, impactful ending, while giving a sense of character through a journey.

Mine is a ‘silver’ lining lol, ugly, got out way too early. Didn’t go anywhere. But I did like how crazy stuck and ugly my free write is.
 
Pretty cool free write @Waeponwifestre. It gives a glimmer of your broader poetic skill sets: Universal themes, impactful ending, while giving a sense of character through a journey.

Mine is a silver lining lol, ugly, got out way too early. Didn’t go anywhere. But I did like how crazy stuck and ugly my free write is.
I quite liked yours! I’d like to write more about what I liked about it and will either post again or edit this but currently got about five minutes before I gotta head back to the production line 😵
 
Just wanted to say this was an interesting exercise! Wrote mine on my commute to work - usually I’m zoned out during my train ride but it was a nice way to wake up. I am usually pretty slow as I’m writing and trying to be meticulous but it was cool to just let the words fly and see what came out.
I wanted three voices, the narrator, the neighbor, Solomon Kane. Why LA? Half rhymes with alley… got out way too early

Obviously both practiced writers. No training wheels or guard rails here.

I enjoyed both of your time bound Free Writes.

@Waeponwifestre’s free write, ‘seemingly’ preoccupied, contemplative, effortlessly plays out with the softest finger stroke of life’s keyboard. In two+ words effortlessly deft free writing.

42 you screen writish caffeine fein. Very opening scene, beat one, two or three: Act One. The inciting incident, a crazy man and his wound. Your language allows cross over from screen play to a caged page poem. Yes you did get out too early. Something to work on?


Btw I just tried this challenge. The clock ran out, (I made it to 3x’s Um, um, ums?)
 
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Method: Set the stop watch running. Have a coffee. Identify the elements I wanted to use. Write.
Have another coffee. Write. Totals, 14 mins writing, 15 mins coffee thinking. 1 min format & post. Stop the stop watch.

Purpose of the time restriction? It’s a free write exercise. Just like in workshops.

I am a fan of Robert E Howard. The title is a nod to a 1930s publication Weird Tales, where his characters Conan the barbarian and Solomon Kane appear. I wanted three voices, the narrator, the neighbor, Solomon Kane. Why LA? Half rhymes with alley.

Miscellaneous overshare. Presently writing all my poems to strict time limits. This year I hope to write and get published a collection of around 80-100 poems (extraneous to my Lit poems). So half a year generating material. Six months dusting it all off.
I decided to give it a go, the 30-minute timed writing exercise suggested by 42BelowsBack. I had an idea in mind before beginning: early morning, sitting in the kitchen, observing things occurring around me – a moment-in-time poem. I cheated a bit because after about 20 minutes (no stopwatch, don’t own one) I got interrupted and trying to get back to it just drew blanks. I was getting way off track anyway. Most of what I wrote were off-the-cuff ideas and constructs that came to me. // indicates a “coffee break” (about 2 minutes each), no coffee drunk, but did look up how to spell pachysandra and a few words in the thesaurus to fill in where I had just put in a blank space, not happy with any words I was thinking of. What follows is what I was left with, and it ends nowhere near where I started. A few lines are salvageable and might end up in future poems. I thought it was helpful as a way to get started writing, just getting ideas/words down on paper, realizing it’s nowhere near a finished product. It demands lots of editing, and for me personally, that’s a good thing: I like the editing process (am better at it) than the creative one.


The back door squeaked open
Startling a mouse into choice,
It twirled into a circle and
Almost scuttled off into the pachysandra
But instead raced into the house.
The cat almost leaped on the kitchen chair
//
Move like a bird flapping wings
Like cards being dealt at the poker table
//
Thought drifts off like a cloud
Afloat in a tranquil sky
Soft like velvet against the cheek
A soft invitation of smooth velvet skin
Leading to a destination
Time casts the illusion of . . .??
Ticking away, harsh and steady
//
 
I decided to give it a go, the 30-minute timed writing exercise suggested by 42BelowsBack. I had an idea in mind before beginning: early morning, sitting in the kitchen, observing things occurring around me – a moment-in-time poem. I cheated a bit because after about 20 minutes (no stopwatch, don’t own one) I got interrupted and trying to get back to it just drew blanks. I was getting way off track anyway. Most of what I wrote were off-the-cuff ideas and constructs that came to me. // indicates a “coffee break” (about 2 minutes each), no coffee drunk, but did look up how to spell pachysandra and a few words in the thesaurus to fill in where I had just put in a blank space, not happy with any words I was thinking of. What follows is what I was left with, and it ends nowhere near where I started. A few lines are salvageable and might end up in future poems. I thought it was helpful as a way to get started writing, just getting ideas/words down on paper, realizing it’s nowhere near a finished product. It demands lots of editing, and for me personally, that’s a good thing: I like the editing process (am better at it) than the creative one.


The back door squeaked open
Startling a mouse into choice,
It twirled into a circle and
Almost scuttled off into the pachysandra
But instead raced into the house.
The cat almost leaped on the kitchen chair
//
Move like a bird flapping wings
Like cards being dealt at the poker table
//
Thought drifts off like a cloud
Afloat in a tranquil sky
Soft like velvet against the cheek
A soft invitation of smooth velvet skin
Leading to a destination
Time casts the illusion of . . .??
Ticking away, harsh and steady
//
I like the following lines: ‘Startling a mouse into choice.‘ This line really makes you stop and think. Also, ‘it twirled into a circle’ had me imagining what a mouse twirling into a circle would look like. My favorite line is ‘The cat almost leaped on the kitchen chair.’ I found the tone very conversational and inviting.
 
Ok so @42BelowsBack , I’d like to preface this by acknowledging I don’t really know anything about Solomon Kane beyond the fact he was a pulp fiction character that Robert E Howard created and wrote stories about. I’m a little more familiar with Conan but I haven’t read much of his stuff so I feel like there are things I am missing in this.

I really liked the enjambment across stanzas - the whole thing felt like a story about Solomon’s chaotic emotional state and I felt like the way the stanzas all flowed into each other really helped mirror that in the poetics. “In this trash can blood

-thirsty cat eat dog white bird world” really stuck out to me on the first reading as well. Splitting a compound word across stanzas is a really good way to introduce the technique, and then following it with frenzied deconstructionist take on a cliche like “dog eat dog world” was really cool. It’s already interesting to replace the first dog with cat but then throwing in “white bird world” is a cool contrast, given that white birds made me think of doves (and peace via their symbolism) which is a really surprising thing to see given the previous parts of the sentence. It really sticks out in a good, novel way.

I also really liked “where is my felt Fedora
shotgun an loincloth”
I got some real Ubi sunt vibes from it - like I said I don’t know much about Solomon Kane but it feels like a real loss of identity that transcends the purely physical items mentioned.

I actually don’t know if I agree with the idea that you got out too early. Maybe if anything you got out too late or put that specific line too early. I almost kind of feel like that’s the crux the poem - the loss of meaning via Solomon’s gear and his subsequent nakedness showing his inability to handle a chaotic world full of contradictions.

Lemme know if I was picking up what you were putting down or if I’m way off base.
 
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