Very clever, Rebecca and so delightful to hear your sonorous tones. I've always pictured you as being really rough with a cigarette hanging out of a corner of your mouth, with a voice to match. How wrong can a person be?
You set yourself a huge challenge and pulled it off magnifently. What an original idea! That's the great thing about oulipo: people can make up their own constraints.
The ice thing about yours is that it actually sounds poetic and pleasant. A lot of constraint writing sounds a bit wooden to me.
Thanks for the kind words and link to my humble project. ?
Haven't listened yet. But the poem is a great read! I gave up on Terry's puzzle and I will wait for the key. The first social event for us was very enjoyable, though more nerve wracking than in The Before Times. We'll relearn grace and ease!
The jengahenge pictures are cracking me up . I, too, have this idea that the sun must always rise in the East and set in the west- even though I’ve been to Stonehenge and know that humans built cities , ancient and new, around the movement of the sun. I know science, I scream, get get frustrated when I can’t find where west is based on the sun. A very relatable predicament.
1. I grew up in NY (state) and was today years old when I learned about Manhattanhenge. 😃🙏Excitingly, I may actually be in Manhattan for the sunset one on May 28th. Watch this space.
2. Have you ever heard of Newgrange? It’s (*controversial statement incoming*) even cooler than Stonehenge because the enclosed central chamber is only lit once a year by the rising sun on the winter solstice.
3. I know I said two thoughts but I lied. The third is: I love this piece. I fully lol’ed at you confidently pointing in the wrong direction. 🤣
As I live south of the Tropic of Capricorn, the sun always rises north of east for me. And I assume you’d be well north of the Tropic of Cancer, so the sun would always rise south of east for you. At least that’s the way my brain interprets it.
I got a bit lost in your quotes but it’s late here and it’s been a long day and my brain doesn’t want to concentrate any more. Maybe I’ll have another read tomorrow...
Even with my good bump of direction, I still have to stop and orient myself, particularly when indoors. We live in very different times. Anyway, an interesting read. Thanks so much.
Your poem is fabulous Rebecca! And once again I learned a lot from your post today...thank you. :) Keep up with the exploring of poetry...it is fun and no right or wrong!
Love the poem! And that very accurate picture of your internal compass - mine too! I’m driving next week to Boston for vacation (about 9 hours) and I’m all ready to fall apart once we cross the border into the US with their miles per hour and toll highways.
It is a strange thing to remember this many years later, but I recall sitting in my backyard around late elementary school age when my sense of direction “clicked.” I remember looking up at the sky in one direction thinking, “I get it now - THAT is East!”
If you need all that literature to every morning know where the sea is after breakfast, you’re completely lost. The sea smells, but to the question which way is the sea, the answer is simple, the sea’s always in the direction where dreams are.
Your poem is wonderful! And #3 in your observations (about the expansiveness of the container) made me so happy. I tell poets I work with/teach all the time but until they try it themselves they won't fully get it. You need a boat or a plane to comprehend/navigate the immensity of the sea. :)
Love that poetry exercise and your result! I’m also usually some degrees off in my internal compass, but I always end up where I need to be, eventually....
Very clever, Rebecca and so delightful to hear your sonorous tones. I've always pictured you as being really rough with a cigarette hanging out of a corner of your mouth, with a voice to match. How wrong can a person be?
You set yourself a huge challenge and pulled it off magnifently. What an original idea! That's the great thing about oulipo: people can make up their own constraints.
The ice thing about yours is that it actually sounds poetic and pleasant. A lot of constraint writing sounds a bit wooden to me.
Thanks for the kind words and link to my humble project. ?
Haven't listened yet. But the poem is a great read! I gave up on Terry's puzzle and I will wait for the key. The first social event for us was very enjoyable, though more nerve wracking than in The Before Times. We'll relearn grace and ease!
The jengahenge pictures are cracking me up . I, too, have this idea that the sun must always rise in the East and set in the west- even though I’ve been to Stonehenge and know that humans built cities , ancient and new, around the movement of the sun. I know science, I scream, get get frustrated when I can’t find where west is based on the sun. A very relatable predicament.
Two thoughts:
1. I grew up in NY (state) and was today years old when I learned about Manhattanhenge. 😃🙏Excitingly, I may actually be in Manhattan for the sunset one on May 28th. Watch this space.
2. Have you ever heard of Newgrange? It’s (*controversial statement incoming*) even cooler than Stonehenge because the enclosed central chamber is only lit once a year by the rising sun on the winter solstice.
3. I know I said two thoughts but I lied. The third is: I love this piece. I fully lol’ed at you confidently pointing in the wrong direction. 🤣
As I live south of the Tropic of Capricorn, the sun always rises north of east for me. And I assume you’d be well north of the Tropic of Cancer, so the sun would always rise south of east for you. At least that’s the way my brain interprets it.
I got a bit lost in your quotes but it’s late here and it’s been a long day and my brain doesn’t want to concentrate any more. Maybe I’ll have another read tomorrow...
Even with my good bump of direction, I still have to stop and orient myself, particularly when indoors. We live in very different times. Anyway, an interesting read. Thanks so much.
Your poem is fabulous Rebecca! And once again I learned a lot from your post today...thank you. :) Keep up with the exploring of poetry...it is fun and no right or wrong!
How wonderfully creative! And I love the “literal” drawing of your internal compass! Laughed out loud at that one:)
Love the poem! And that very accurate picture of your internal compass - mine too! I’m driving next week to Boston for vacation (about 9 hours) and I’m all ready to fall apart once we cross the border into the US with their miles per hour and toll highways.
It is a strange thing to remember this many years later, but I recall sitting in my backyard around late elementary school age when my sense of direction “clicked.” I remember looking up at the sky in one direction thinking, “I get it now - THAT is East!”
If you need all that literature to every morning know where the sea is after breakfast, you’re completely lost. The sea smells, but to the question which way is the sea, the answer is simple, the sea’s always in the direction where dreams are.
Your poem is wonderful! And #3 in your observations (about the expansiveness of the container) made me so happy. I tell poets I work with/teach all the time but until they try it themselves they won't fully get it. You need a boat or a plane to comprehend/navigate the immensity of the sea. :)
Love that poetry exercise and your result! I’m also usually some degrees off in my internal compass, but I always end up where I need to be, eventually....
This is how I feel when people go on about observing how the sun hits the garden. 😵💫
I loved this!
Very inventive with the poem! I love how you made it your own :-) Nicely done!