I Can’t Escape My Past

“[T]ell the story of your most recent negative experience related to … addiction.”

– Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

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Addiction to a person

is probably the most dangerous

Life threatening kind

They spin like tops

Around and around

Break the thirteenth step

Thou shalt not…

But it’s too late

How did we get like this?

Naked

Alone in our togetherness

I feed off you

And only ache with hunger

Satisfaction does not exist

As my soul collapses

in on itself – A star into a black hole

I know I am drowning

But I refuse any air

Want My Job?

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“Write a poetic ‘résumé,’ describing several jobs you had. In each case, give us an image that helps us experience what the job was like for you.”

-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

 

 

Minimum wage

First job

So young

Terrified

Ice cream

Malts

A line out the door

Whose order?

His order?

One more drink

More

 

In through the garage

Sleep on the couch

Girl wakes first

Boy sleeps in

Games

Chores

Water fun

Lunch

Camp

Paid to play

 

Internship

No money

Wander Chicago

Take in the sights

Catch good audio

Camera on the El

Lugging through the streets

Beautiful

 

Fresh food

Hot food

ABC food

Dishes

Dishes

Dishes

Making friends

Catapult tomatoes

Dining Hall

 

Busy days

Slow days

Oh so boring days

Bring a book

Scoop and serve

Ice cream

Nuts

And candy

 

Thank you for shopping

Hell

Repetition

Repeated Music

Repeated Task

Carve my brain out

With a spoon

ABC gum

Messy shoppers

No money

No time

No freedom

 

Arrive

Adapt

Thirty new faces

Thirty new names

Notes

Fall behind

Love the kids

Hate goodbye

 

 

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Threading Love

“Write a detailed description of an object…It doesn’t matter what….

“After you’ve done this, begin a poem with ‘You are…’ and imagine a loved one as that object. This is a metaphor again – imagining one thing in terms of another.”

-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

I ended up editing the poem, which I don’t normally do. I just started formatting it differently at the end and decided to make the whole poem flow in the same way.

Description of Thread

So thin your fingers barely feel it. A collection of finer threads wound tightly together that show when the ends fray.

You wind your way around and around a spool until you form a wall of color, an infinity with no end just a single, thin start.

Poem

You are

a piece of thread Skin so thin

I can barely feel it as I run my fingers along your back

this miraculous collection of sinews and tissues and

smaller things wound tightly together

Only in the end when you are cut

apart will we see how everything fits to make

one

Meanwhile our lives twine like a single thread

around a spool I hope for

infinity Forever

with you

I Love Ginsberg

“Select a poem by another writer, and map out for yourself what is going on with the line breaks. What’s happening at the ends of lines? What kinds of rhythms are set up in each line? How do those things intersect with what the poem is saying? What patterns can you detect?

“Once you’ve figured out at least some of what the poet is doing, try a poem of your own, borrowing those techniques. Copying has long been used by painters, so they can understand kinetically what the great artists were doing. It’s also a useful way to learn about how poems move.

“The point of copying this closely is simply to get a feel for the lines and rhythms of a strong piece of writing. The artists who copied Rembrandt did so to learn about painting, not to be lesser versions of the master. They imitated as a way of looking closely, and then used what they had learned to develop their own work, brushstroke by brushstroke.”

-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

 

Ever since I read my first poem by Allen Ginsberg, I’ve been hooked. There are a lot of times that I have no idea what he’s talking about and yet those moments still grab me. Something about his style has caught me and pulled me in. I chose Cosmopolitan Greetings to study.

As I started reading and rereading Ginsberg’s piece, I started thinking, “What have I gotten myself into?” I don’t know if I could have picked a harder poet to mimic. And then, over halfway through writing my “version”, it clicked. I understood what he was doing and what I was doing. I’m not going to tell you which part. Take a guess and tell me in the comments. If you guess correctly, then I think that means I really did reach a moment of oneness with Ginsberg.

 

 

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Stand up against injustice, against war.

Stay vastly aware.

Say only what you know & can prove.

Obsessions are avoidable.

Aversion is obsession.

Children’s words often prove wisest.

Change what’s wrong.

Fix what’s fixable.

Hope is self-completing.

If we don’t tell anyone, we’re free to think anything.

Remember your dreams.

Dreams come cheap in the U.S.

Reproach only myself.

Don’t cry yourself to sleep.

Every human interaction is a psychological study.

The notes determine the outcome of each experiment (post-Freud).

God is present.

Allen Ginsberg celebrated Whitman.

We are tool, carpenter, judge, victim, Human.

God is Human.

Inside life is hidden behind outside life.

What’s in between quarks?

Love is dark matter.

What do we say when we have no one, praying alone?

“Our Father, Amen, Amen.”

Woman is shapely, Poem is shapely.

Minimum information, maximum air time.

140 characters, sound is bytes.

Hashtag fragments of useless thought, like.

Forget rhythm, roll on the floor LOL.

Colons and brackets make sense.

Savour faces, appreciate time.

Subject is known by what she writes.

Others can measure their life by what we post.

Speech ends confusion.

Memories: Poetry Day 15

Yet another poem written during the insomniatic hours of the night (like my new word?).

“Write about where you were and what you were doing when you got the news of a major world event.”

-Kim Addonizio, “Ordinary Genius”

Sixth Grade

Social Studies with

Mr. Palmer

A small slip

Two meaningless

Sentences

Too young

To understand

But able to feel

The fear

On fall morning

2001