Thursday, May 29, 2008

Pass the Patchwork Poems, Please

It's time! Today until next Thursday, you are invited to post the patchwork poems you cooked up from other poet's food related poems.

Be sure to credit your muses! And this time, it's for real. I think published poets might be a little possessive of their words (aren't we all, though?).

Next Thursday, we're branching out a bit, so stop by and see what's new! As always, thanks for keeping Patchwork Poetry going!

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmmm... this is going to be tricky! Strangely the diversity of poems seems wider than in previous weeks despite the fact that we have a theme. Or is that my fault for throwing a little Ogden-nashiness into the works?

Happy cooking!

Lirone

gautami tripathy said...

I took in a different way!

drifting

lissa said...

here's mine patchwork poem
kiwi dreams

Lirone said...

OK, here's mine...

Private passions

This is the second time I've done a cento based on the work of published poets, and I'm trying to work out why it feels different to patchworking the work of fellow patchworkers. I don't think it's just the respect that publication implies... somehow the voice and the use of language in these published poems seem very distinctive somehow, making it harder to combine them.

Which isn't to say that I haven't found source poems by fellow patchworkers moving and interesting and satisfying... but somehow the published poems seem to have a very individual quality to them.

Is it just me, or do others feel the same?

Lirone said...

Apologies - something weird happened with the scheduling date for my poem and it didn't publish when I expected it to, so the link above didn't work... The post is now up so the link should be fine now! Here it is again just in case:

Private passions

writerwoman said...

I'm late to the party but here is my cento
Hollywoodland Hunger

writerwoman said...

Lirone, I find the published poems a little harder to work with. They use such specific, sometimes archaic, word choices that they don't always fit in well in any poem but the original.

Sara