Oct 12, 2015 Original Poetry, Writing 201
I have NEVER done “Found Poetry,” nor have I ever attempted chiasmus as a device, although I knew of it, and had encountered it. It seems that these days I’m doing things that I’ve never attempted. In any case, today’s (Day 6) assignment, in brief, was:
Create a “found poem”
Make it about “faces”
Use “chiasmus.”
I’ve typed up the text of my found poem, which I assembled from tea-bag covers, junk mail, an art catalogue, and a plastic bread-bag. Not having a working camera currently, I took an awkward picture with my MacBook Pro’s PhotoBooth. So, the picture below looks, let’s face it, bad and blurry. However, I shall remedy that when I can get a clearer image with a working camera. In any case, here’s the image, and then, my typed-up text below it, for those who cannot discern the words.
(Oh, and I was thrilled to FIND my chiasmus in the process of looking for words! The first line occurs on line 10 (after the heading, which is “Not When Pigs Fly”): The Power of each woman’s face. The second part of the chiasmus occurs as the punchline, the end: “Face each woman’s POWER.”)
Here’s the poem, in its entirety:
Not When Pigs Fly
©October 12th, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
We are women —
Friends of the earth,
Hope,
The People,
wise,
The Majority.
We shall converge on LITTLE DREAMS,
GIVE Clarity.
No Blisters.
Guaranteed.
VISIONS OF THE UNCANNY —
THE POWER OF each woman’s face
EXHIBITS passion,
SUPPORTS MEMORY.
SURVIVING THE ELEMENTS,
ULTRA CONCENTRATED,
OUR MUSIC ROLLS ON.
WE ARE PEACE.
WE ARE the Earth.
face each woman’s POWER!
Tags: #Face, #Hope, #Peace, #Writing 201, chiasmus, Dreamer of Dreams, Found Poetry, poetry challenge!, The Earth, The power of women
Jun 2, 2015 Ramblings and Musings
Purple Prose-Bending
(First post on my new WordPress site: StrangeLander 2015)
©June 1st, 2015
By Vijaya Sundaram
All right, lasses and lads, beaver-toothed mammoths, snarp-crusted squids, squirrel-faced carp and all acidophilus pro-biotic life forms! This is your former dreamer who spake in the voice of V-Hypnagogic Logic.
I come now, wide-awake, armed with sleep-starved brain and staring eyes, ready to strip the world of any sense it possesses, and re-configure it into snake-headed lionesses and dog-eared tail-waggers, because, words!
What do I bring with me?
Ennui! Oui! And a dangerous, teetering dance on the edge of insanity, couched in prose so serious, that it gazes blindly at the sun, peeling grapes and crushing bleeding pomegranates underfoot.
And when insanity comes, it will come disguised as poetry, and when poetry arrives, all prose becomes amateurs, all grammar flies in the wind of chaos, and anarchy flies on a broomstick, hair streaming backwards.
All purple will be my mutterings, and in the midst of all the primordial bubbling, there will recline a recumbent form. And that form will be rich with purple and crimson. Pleasure will be king, and the blues will be an empress, and somewhere, a monk will play a piano. Miles and miles of wandering will lead to a coal train, chuffing towards a distant destination, where Winged Victory awaits, and all dreamers are welcome.
More to come on the morrow, when I shall borrow from the world of the living some surcease of sorrow, while ravens come and go and quoth Nevermore at me, day in and day out.
Goodnight!
~Dreamer of Dreams~
Tags: Dreamer of Dreams, new blog post from a new blog, Purple mutterings, The Avatar of word-flow lava
Mar 30, 2013 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries, Essays on Music and Musicians
“Small Blue Thing” by Suzanne Vega
This song blew me away when I first heard it. I wished (and still wish) that I had written it. Her songwriting, guitar-playing, music and tone of voice are (dare I use this word?) perfect.
Suzanne Vega is probably the most elegant, concentrated, delicate and literate among songwriters, whether female or male.
I am, and will always be, a fan. And I am hard to please.
“Lullaby for an Anxious Child” by Sting
I heard this song a couple of years ago or so. It made me cry. Sting is … my absolute favorite contemporary male songwriter, musician, singer, performer. His imagination and musical taste are impeccable.
Thank you for listening!
Love,
Dreamer of Dreams
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tags: #Music, #Suzanne Vega, celebrities, Dreamer of Dreams, lullaby to an anxious child, Music I love, songs, Sting