NaPo Thread of the Day

This is the last NaPo Thread of the Day, folks. As the threads get longer and my brain gets mushier, I fear I am losing the ability to make any critical sense at all. After today, in an effort to conserve fast-dwindling brain cell reserves, it will just be NaPo Poem of the Day.

Going out with a bang here, though, and would like to highlight three threads today. Although they have very distinctive voices and styles, I group them together in my mind just because they all joined PFFA within a few months of each other late last year, and I can remember when all of them were PFFA newbies (ha!). It’s been very cool seeing them go from strength to strength over the months, and I think they all got together and ate some magic thing before NaPo started, since all of them have gone from strengther to strengther in NaPo. Lots of keeper material and can’t wait to see what they workshop post NaPo – they’ll be busy for sure!

They are Eleanor Tipton (thread pick In Memory); M. Woolley (thread pick untitled) and AngelaVirginia (thread pick Vent).

Go, ladies!!

Blehh

I hope it’s OK if I announce I am sick of NaPo. It’s making me barf. I have nothing more to say about anything on this planet or off it, in poetry or prose, with punctuation or without it. The next poem I write should by rights be that green hospital electronic flat-line noise which starts just before the film credits start rolling except I have no more brain cells left with which to figure out how to make that a poem or even a facsimile thereof.

So blehh.  

NaPo Thread of the Day

EParsons thread. Stay me with flagons! Someone’s been over-dosing on metrical magic potion. These pieces move you from one luminous set of details to another set so seamlessly you hardly realize the poem is actually telling a story or making a point until you do, for a cool double wow. Description as narration, or what. One favorite is The Fence, which has this bit in it:

But old fences fall
that stood crookedly for years, or leant
against a post fixed in crumbling concrete
for support, yawned through winters, wore
green velvet and a mist of spores
on the soft-biscuit panels, which the snails
had chalked with the diagrams of decay;

Another is A Room of Old Presses Reprinting a Great Work, and read about this tree and tell me you don’t instantly want to run out and hug it, or baptize it, or something.

Go, Tony!

NaPo Thread of the Day

Barbara Jean’s thread.  A rich thread, in the particular and in the general. Savvy controlled writing and a cool variety of context, all doing just what poems are meant to do, which is make things and experiences new. The thread is crammed with great pieces and needs more careful re-visting post-NaPo. Favorites at the moment are That Moment, Cartographer’s Instructions and Now We Sleep in Double Beds.

Go, Barbara Jean!

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NaPo Thread of the Day

Cheating today because it’s not a thread, nor is it from someone whose work has been unknown to me.

So sue me.

It’s a NaPo series by Scavella, which she’s calling The Ceremonial Building of a Waga. Talk about archetypal and resonant. Talk about cool litany and very very cool ritual. It’s like cave paintings. It’s petroglyph poetry, that’s what it is. Go read it.

Part I
Part II
Part III

Woohoo, Scavella!

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