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ModPo 9.3…I think I’m now a bit obsessed with Christian Bok and his “Eunoia”. Concept: to write a novel where each chapter only uses one vowel. The storyline maintains another set of constraints. It is not only amazing to read, but I think it has sheer beauty upon the page, especially the vowel ‘i’ — it is so lean, I see trees, some trees, perhaps…. Here is a link to Chapter ‘e’ — it has a most artistic presentation for the reader.

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Despite this being a bit of a repeat from yesterday, I shall remain consistent with documenting my assignments for ModPo. An afternoon comment arrived in my blog email whilst still at work, it helped me decide which chance poem to use. Many thanks to this peer for it was a hellish day in libraryland (cold, rainy weather brings ’em running inside for word, letters… and movies) so I had little patience to rethink the wheel tonight! Whilst not in love with the summation, I shall roll with it.

I dwell in possibility, Tell all the truth but tell it slant
The brain within its groove Song of myself
Smell! Danse Russe A supermarket in California
Grandfather advised me You are my friend If it isnt for want
The way Grayroom Sea roses Sea poppies
In a station metro The encounter Lines between walls
This is just to say The red wheelbarrow Fountain
The rose is obsolete Portrait of a lady, Nude
descending a staircase, A long dress
A carafe, that is a blind glass
Water raining Malachite
Let us describe If I told him A dozen cocktails –
– please A recollection Yet do I marvel
Lines for the abortionist’s office
Interior Incident If we must die
truth Mending walls The death of a toad
Cottage street, 1953, Nude descending a staircase
Howl
October in the railroad earth I know a man
Rogue state Incident The day lady died
The instruction manual A step away from them
20 Some trees Hard times, 3 pages
Invasions of the body snatchers
Albany, My life
Chronic meanings In a restless world like this is
My life has stood – a loaded gun, BART
Writing through Howl Vocabulary for Peter Innisfree Moore
A feather likeness of the justice chair Dropping leaflets
Not a Cage

Inspired poem via Bernadette Mayer’s “experiments” page — “Write what cannot be written; for example, compose an index.”

Using the ModPo ‘index’ per se of all poems discussed to this point to formulate a poem. The only non-poems included were “Fountain” & “Nude Descending a Staircase” since they have had an integral role in discussion.

This ‘index’ poem has been configured based on timeline of syllabus. There has been very little intentional manipulation beyond following the line breaks dictated by the width of my notebook. Liberty was taken with line breaks for better flow in two instances; five commas were added as well. Since I eschewed parentheses, each new poem is dictated by a capital letter.

This chance operation confirms the ability of a poem to be created whilst removing the ‘creative genius’ beyond the idea of how the found materials would be formulated. The ego was far removed as the words and organization were fairly set before transcribing.

What does the poem say?

I dwell in possibility, Tell all the truth but tell it slant
The brain within its groove Song of myself

As the poem states, it is a statement of truth (perhaps in a slant way) of the poet’s relationship to poem. The brain offers a song of one’s self when in its groove.

Interior Incident If we must die
truth Mending walls The death of a toad
Cottage street, 1953, Nude descending a staircase
Howl

We must enter into a poem without ego. We must write though the howling ego. Die a death of truth beyond lines.

A feather likeness of the justice chair Dropping leaflets
If we let go of rules and laws, drop them, the poem will be free — “Not A Cage”.

There is indeed freedom in chance ~

Cover of "Eunoia"

Cover of Eunoia – moved to top of ‘to buy’ list!

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