This is the name given to a project by Lucy Harrison that is currently running at London's Poetry Library. The idea is to make poems from a personal deck of random word-cards; I elaborated the contest to make sure I used ALL the words in my deck, but have ended up with two remarkably similar poems. Personally, I like (ii) best.... :)) xx
POETRY MACHINES
i.
Hey, sometimes we become
people, happiness, language
that become London – no,
fragments of someone
you can remember.
The friends everywhere,
they speak a morning fiction;
I, myself – someone –
wandered (home) again.
Smile.
ii.
People become you…
myself… sometimes friends –
fragments of (home).
They speak no language
we can remember.
I become fiction,
the London morning,
a smile that wandered
everywhere.
I too like the second best. It is amazing how the same simple words, reformed become two completely different poems--no, entities really. I like that "I become fiction...a smile that wandered everywhere." It rings true to you/ about you.
Here's mine-- cheating (as usual) and using your cards:
I remember myself,
fragments of a language
that wandered morning.
We speak, "Hey!"
and friends become happiness everywhere.
Sometimes people can smile fiction,
and someone... You, London--
[know] home again...
(Tons harder than it looks!) You should make a challenge of this. --Charlie
Two works that show the poetic mind and how it can unscramble the puzzle of words into thoughts of creation...you have that creative characteristic Kate, nice work on both poems...
Hey, sometimes we become
people, happiness, language
that become London – no,
fragments of someone
you can remember.
because no truer words were ever written. This stanza really hits the mark. No fragments of someone you can remember is right. How many times have we forgotten an beau who has up and left us without warning for someone else, only to have the fragments of him still in our minds? A lot. But this stanza in the first poem tell us that sometimes we become people and to shed off those fragments of someone you can remember. This is by far the best outstanding piece I have read yet, because it is so esoteric and surreal, it actually makes sense. Thank you for sharing Kate.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, abd be with you always and by your side. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
This kind of experiment is something I really like.
It's like playing with word magnets, or fridge magnets...
I love the idea of people that become parts of you
and finally, fragments of home.
Strange how you can say almost the same thing rearranging the words
yet create different feelings. Very intresting project. #2 for me too;-)Enjoyed this,Kate, thanks!...ET
I've written many "certain words" poems. I was a member at Kookamonga Square and these were a favorite challenge. Just love these--especially the second. Such an ease and warmth of heart. "...I become fiction, the London morning, a smile that wandered everywhere..."--beautiful, Kate!
Love the fun factor of this one sweet Kate and yea I would if you asked me to pick go with Number 2, just seems to be more Katish if you know what I mean...
hugs
fee
Hi Kate, what a great poetry machine! The second has more meaning, but I like the way the first one makes me think... connections... Thank you for sharing this...."a smile that wandered everywhere"..;]
I must agree that I like the second one best. The first one, as Ed says, makes me think...but it also leaves me feeling a little melancholy...even though it ends with a smile :~) because I feel as though I have lost a little piece of myself in it. The second one is brighter and makes me think of friendships that I get lost in and don't need language to communicate...we can communicate without words and speak spirit to spirit. That thought made me smile...and then I reached your line about a smile that wandered everywhere. :~)...and happiness...that just describes the whole poem in a nutshell.
Like the sound of the contest/project too...usually, if someone gives me a picture I can knock out some kind of poem & as for your two I like the second myself, though the first gets me to thinking...Ed & rufuz
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Here's mine-- cheating (as usual) and using your cards:
I remember myself,
fragments of a language
that wandered morning.
We speak, "Hey!"
and friends become happiness everywhere.
Sometimes people can smile fiction,
and someone... You, London--
[know] home again...
(Tons harder than it looks!) You should make a challenge of this. --Charlie
Art Sun...
and i enjoyed this
Hey, sometimes we become
people, happiness, language
that become London – no,
fragments of someone
you can remember.
because no truer words were ever written. This stanza really hits the mark. No fragments of someone you can remember is right. How many times have we forgotten an beau who has up and left us without warning for someone else, only to have the fragments of him still in our minds? A lot. But this stanza in the first poem tell us that sometimes we become people and to shed off those fragments of someone you can remember. This is by far the best outstanding piece I have read yet, because it is so esoteric and surreal, it actually makes sense. Thank you for sharing Kate.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, abd be with you always and by your side. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
Stunning use of words, powerfully penned - you are a true wordsmith!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
ii is my favorite, too. :)
Cheers,
Dan
It's like playing with word magnets, or fridge magnets...
I love the idea of people that become parts of you
and finally, fragments of home.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
yet create different feelings. Very intresting project. #2 for me too;-)Enjoyed this,Kate, thanks!...ET
Lin
Be always safe,
Karen
EDWIN
Love,
Christine
hugs
fee
In Spirit,
Bear
John
Hugs,
Cryssa :~)
especially the following:
a smile that wandered
everywhere
-gene.