Stumble

My friend showed me the coolest thing, and now I'm hooked. It's bad.  It's called Stumble. It's a toolbar you can add to your browser and when you click it, it takes you to random websites based on your interests. There are so many cool things you find when you hit the Stumble button.

So the other day (yesterday) I stumbled (no pun intended) upon this website called oneword.com and there's a word of the day, and you are given 60 seconds to write something based on that word. the word was Sorry, and I came up with:

I'm sorry you went away

I missed you the second you left

I'm sorry

but You're already gone

you left before the o followed the s

I was hanging on the r's and you were

already gone

But I was still sliding from that Y

The idea is to just write, it doesn't matter if it makes sense or not, you just write. Anyway, I really liked it, so I bookmarked the website, and then I continued what I had started to write, and I came up with this:

S-O-R-R-Y

I'm sorry you went away.

I'm sorry,

but you're already

gone

you left before the O followed the S

I was hanging on the R's and you

were already gone.

But I was still sliding from that Y

as you were twisting through that

G. One

just one word drove you away and

I watched from that loop in the

L

as you ran laps around the O,

afraid of what our solitary letters

would unravel.

We sat at each point

of the V

avoiding each other’s I’s.

I was selfish, and you

knew, that.

Because there is no I in

"together forever"

And as I was waiting for you

At the top of the E

You were headed towards
the words that never stop after
a period.

I’m Sorry.

So, yeah, just something I came up with. You should really check out stumble, it's pretty sweet :)

Cento's

So I'm taking an Intro to Creative writing class, and last week we learned about Cento's. A Cento is a piece of wriing, especially a poem, composed wholly of quotations from the works of other authors. At least that's the definition from Dictionary.com. But really that's basically what it is. So my professor hands us all random books of poetry from different authors, and we're told to read some of their poems and pick random lines from different poems that we like or find interesting; one line per poem. Then we were to put those lines together to make a poem. They turned out really cool actually! I thought it would be a bit messy but everyone's turned out great.

The poet I had was C.K. WIlliams. When I randomly read one of his poems I didn't really like it. I thought to myself, "He's one of those abstract people who write about anything and everything in one poem, and they never conclude to anything!" I didn't understand what the heck he was talking about! But I kept reading, really just to find lines, but I realized that as I read I started to understand more and more what he was talking about. I found that by the end of our class I really liked C.K. Williams' poems. They were so creative and thoughtful, full of great insight and I just loved them! Anyway, I pulled together some of the lines I picked out and came up with a pretty awesome poem if I do say so myself. Technically I didn't write it... but I put the lines together. So I just wanted to share what I came up with.

I Highly suggest looking into C.K. Williams' poetry it really is excellent.



C.K. Williams Cento
I keep coming to lean on the sill
dreaming that someday we won't touch anything
but we are suffering several directions at once
it's not them, it's us: we know too much.
I miss you now, can you kiss me goodbye?
You just take breaths
tangled so closely to me that we are vines
we are the end, we are the living end.
It is awful not to be anywhere at all,
but I am still here; I have survived
one tiny bit of pain is left.
There is nothing.




From C.K. Williams Collected Works.

Poetic Collision

Streaming cognition
and erratic heartbeats
Collide
into a mess of illusion laden
words, that drip slowly down
this alabaster dental floss striped wall.
Smearing themselves across, diagonal,
upside-down.

Eyes glazed over, transfixed on the
symbols that emit from this
anxiety ridden soul. Each phrase
laced with traces of anger, infatuation
anguish, contentment, and a feeling of
incompleteness, yet the words fall so
perfectly.

In a way that makes this paper
complete. Only

I’m not finished yet

Blogging, me?

So I've decided to start a small blog because I'm planning on studying abroad in England next semester and I might be blogging while I'm there! So this one is just for little things that happen in the week, or poems I've written. Yes I'm a writer, so I feel as if I'm obligated to have a blog haha.

There's nothing really exciting going on right now, only that I'm clicking lots of things at the moment trying to figure out how to use this! Poems and random thoughts to come soon!

~Michaela~