erika, an acrostic is where the first letter of each line spells a word, if you read it down.
Like this
Curled up in the window, yet
Alert to all the birds
That fly past.
See?
I fed off a flowerperson, and I spent the next six hours watchin' my hand move.
Spike ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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Steph L. - Apr 14, 2003 12:43:44 pm PDT #1156 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
erikaj - Apr 14, 2003 12:47:05 pm PDT #1157 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Ok. That makes sense.
deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2003 12:54:48 pm PDT #1158 of 10001
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Hmmm.
My living senses fail me.
Eyes that see no present or future
Moments of laughter and shadow
Only in this frozen breath of time passing.
Reality has a different taste:
You're lost to me.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2003 12:59:27 pm PDT #1159 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Niiiiice, Deb! I love these lines particularly:
Moments of laughter and shadow
Reality has a different taste:
Quite good.
deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2003 1:02:29 pm PDT #1160 of 10001
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Thanks, sweetie. I write very little poetry, almost none structured these days (I realised, after years of happy structuring, that sonnets and sestinas and vilanelles were actually math), so it's nice to be lyrical in something other than prose.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2003 1:07:09 pm PDT #1161 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
I have NEVER written poetry (except bad angsty stuff in high school, so I'm going to not count it) until this past year. The reason, mostly, is that my Mom is a poet, and she has always harped on me that I should write poetry. The surest way to get me to NOT do something is to have my Mom tell me I *should.*
But suddenly, this year, poems suddenly come rocketing out of nowhere and demand to be written. It's odd. And they are very different from my prose, which is sooooooo long and rambly; my poems are very spare, and work with as much space as words -- the space *around* the idea/theme.
deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2003 1:26:06 pm PDT #1162 of 10001
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Steph, the period in which I was actually writing poetry, more than prose? Same flash thing, precisely. Prose prose prose, song lyrics (which I've always done, being a musician and singer) and suddenly WHOOMPH! poetry and there's a rose in the garden and it's shining specifically and entirely at me and I say so.....
Wow. When that hits? You just have to go with it, methinks.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2003 1:31:37 pm PDT #1163 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Wow. When that hits? You just have to go with it, methinks.
Yup. If you don't, it'll plague you and keep you from sleeping, OR it'll lead to writer's block, if you keep insisting on writing prose but poems want to be written.
Obey the broccoli.
(That's from Bird by Bird, Anne Lamott's book on writing, where she refers to a Mel Brooks sketch, where he is a psychiatrist telling a patient to "listen to your broccoli, and your broccoli will tell you how to eat it." She likens it to writing -- listen to your broccoli, and it will tell you how to write it.)
deborah grabien - Apr 14, 2003 2:09:16 pm PDT #1164 of 10001
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Yup - I did a few panels with Annie, way back when; Sam wasn't conceived then, that's how long ago it was.
Steph L. - Apr 14, 2003 2:11:39 pm PDT #1165 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
No kidding? I mean, I know she lives in/near SF, but DAMN. I just adore her.