On the Line

A day late with this, apologies, but here is the last post’s disarranged/rearranged poem as it was written: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! […]

Line Manager

Two days of doing other things and I’ve been flipped out of writing mode like a tiddlywink. Now here I am trying to roll out of the dog’s basket, and back on to the board. So here is an exercise that can be played with without causing too much agony. It asks that we try […]

Creation Mythology

Today’s exercise doesn’t come from Bernadette Mayer, though she does have a similar one, but from a new MOOC I’ve signed up for. It is Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop and is run by Cal Arts. They do weekly prompts, so I’ll probably intersperse them with Mayer’s. This one asks us to take a piece […]

Where’s the Smoke?

Today Bernadette Mayer, speaking through the Salt-Pig, told me to: write a poem that reflects another poem, as in a mirror. Turns out this is not an easy thing to do in an hour, so I flipped through a notebook, sure I’d attempted this exercise before and found I had with Norman MacCaig’s: That Journey […]

Fig Riding

Today’s writing exercise is: ‘Write in a strict form, or, transform prose into a poetic form.’ So I thought I’d try making a mesostic poem (like an acrostic only the chosen word is in the middle) using as the source text a page from one of my favourite books: Knots & Splices, by Cyrus Day, […]

Never Having to Say

Today the salt-pig gave me Love Journal…!!! Love, a Journal* Sunday faintly hung over we stayed in bed till late, ate the remains of what I’d made for Saturday’s supper from the food you’d bought Friday, it was still good. Monday you jumped out of bed to take out the trash before the midge-truck came, […]

Daily Exercise

The online poetry course I’ve been immersed in for the last 10 weeks ends tomorrow. It has been extraordinarily illuminating and I feel I’m only just beginning to absorb some of the things it teaches. I’ll miss it, not least because it has resulted in a massive spike in my own poem making, something I […]