The hair reference reminds me of Dorothea Tanning's obsession with hair and transformation in her paintings. Like in A Mrs. Radcliffe Called Today. She was very into tresses of hair becoming other living objects or inanimate objects that become living because of the hair. All intertwining as one. Really great piece!
It was another Poem of the Day. The first lines written and it decides what it’s about and the themes as I am writing. I’d asked myself how I kept people alive and honor them. Poems was result. Having very short curly coiled hair, long hair, chin length or longer is fascinating and very alive for me. Mine doesn’t move- other hair is an animate living dead-keratin thing. Hard to articulate.
Yeah I got the process of creation in it. I didn't get semiautomatic writing, but makes sense. Some great lines though. 'You slip through me as you slipped into my life.' Great!
I used to be a bit like that. Contrary for the sake of it. Which I get. Personally, I stopped writing anything for several years because I was just annoyed with submitting and rejection. Then I found the stack and an audience. I mean they're right there aren't they? You'll never make money from poetry I think unless you're mega big. So I put all my good stuff here, build a nice lovely group of people who dig my writing and hopefully one or two will buy a book or two. Boom. You're a writer.
I remain contrary. I have a book I’m waiting for poems to be printed still so had to
Come up with something! Wanted a dear friend off my back and when second Elgin mom came in, knew it was time for a new book. I have the books. The credits. I just use this for communication and sharingI don’t restrict or have tiers or such. I’ve
Not monetized my substack. I want to do workshops and more performance pieces personally.
There was no prompt. I wrote poem and then found art that suited it. Reverse ekphrasis. I thought image too visceral and saved that line for a revised version I’ll eventually submit somewhere to get rejected
I mostly share my random poems and my B tiers on Substack. The good stuff gets wasted in submissions and eventually ends up here a year after it has collected all the “no, but please try agains” possible and I am utterly exasperated and despondent. My book in July was written in a month as I was being contrary and stubborn and refused to pick the best stuff (a few are still in publishing queues too) and do a themed collection of them and instead created a concept art collection of phobia poems to procrastinate curating the “good stuff”. 🤣😂🤣 A full length themed dark confessional slipstream collection as an act of mere procrastination and self-sabotage and to avoid doing the easier thing when a person was asking if I’d picked and ordered my poems for a new chapbook out yet so many times I went and did something completely different and wrong on purpose.
The hair reference reminds me of Dorothea Tanning's obsession with hair and transformation in her paintings. Like in A Mrs. Radcliffe Called Today. She was very into tresses of hair becoming other living objects or inanimate objects that become living because of the hair. All intertwining as one. Really great piece!
It was another Poem of the Day. The first lines written and it decides what it’s about and the themes as I am writing. I’d asked myself how I kept people alive and honor them. Poems was result. Having very short curly coiled hair, long hair, chin length or longer is fascinating and very alive for me. Mine doesn’t move- other hair is an animate living dead-keratin thing. Hard to articulate.
Thank you! It was one of my poems of the day I wrote a couple days ago. Attempted to describe my workflow in it. Semiautomatic writing.
Yeah I got the process of creation in it. I didn't get semiautomatic writing, but makes sense. Some great lines though. 'You slip through me as you slipped into my life.' Great!
Thank you. I personally feel that line might have been stronger when it was “slipped into me like a spinal disc” in the other version I have
I used to be a bit like that. Contrary for the sake of it. Which I get. Personally, I stopped writing anything for several years because I was just annoyed with submitting and rejection. Then I found the stack and an audience. I mean they're right there aren't they? You'll never make money from poetry I think unless you're mega big. So I put all my good stuff here, build a nice lovely group of people who dig my writing and hopefully one or two will buy a book or two. Boom. You're a writer.
I remain contrary. I have a book I’m waiting for poems to be printed still so had to
Come up with something! Wanted a dear friend off my back and when second Elgin mom came in, knew it was time for a new book. I have the books. The credits. I just use this for communication and sharingI don’t restrict or have tiers or such. I’ve
Not monetized my substack. I want to do workshops and more performance pieces personally.
All sounds good! 🙏
Yeah. 'You slipped into me like a spinal disc.' Works. I like that. Why did you change? Oh was it for the prompt?
There was no prompt. I wrote poem and then found art that suited it. Reverse ekphrasis. I thought image too visceral and saved that line for a revised version I’ll eventually submit somewhere to get rejected
😂😂😂 yeah you sound like me. I've given up submitting though. For the moment. Visceral is good. I think. Always go with your gut.
I mostly share my random poems and my B tiers on Substack. The good stuff gets wasted in submissions and eventually ends up here a year after it has collected all the “no, but please try agains” possible and I am utterly exasperated and despondent. My book in July was written in a month as I was being contrary and stubborn and refused to pick the best stuff (a few are still in publishing queues too) and do a themed collection of them and instead created a concept art collection of phobia poems to procrastinate curating the “good stuff”. 🤣😂🤣 A full length themed dark confessional slipstream collection as an act of mere procrastination and self-sabotage and to avoid doing the easier thing when a person was asking if I’d picked and ordered my poems for a new chapbook out yet so many times I went and did something completely different and wrong on purpose.