Thursday, December 21, 2006

po/eme

This poetry meme comes courtesy Jessica Smith's blog. Not all of the questions inspire an answer for me, but here's what did...

The first poem I remember reading was...
The Cat in the Hat Comes Back by Dr. Seuss.

I was forced to memorize numerous poems in school and... the first half of this statement is dramatic! I elected to memorize poems for school and outside of school. I've already mentioned "Little Orphant Annie" by James Whitcomb Riley and the Seuss. I also memorized swaths of Shel Silverstein ("Nobody" was a hit with my brother and me). In grade six, I gave my first oral presentation (on wolves). In 7/8, I gave my speech on war. In grade 9, love... though I chose this topic mostly as an excuse to recite poem excerpts. This proved a bit of a contentious point with a teacher, as I recall, since "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe wasn't short...

I read poetry because...

A poem I'm likely to think about when asked about a favorite poem...? Oh, they come in a jumble -- "Spring night" by Hagiwara Sakutaro (transl. Hiroaki Sato), "RUSH (A long way from H)" by Caroline Bergvall, "Poem improvised around a first line" by Gwendolyn Macewen, "Sonnet XXXVII" by Ted Berrigan, "Identity A Poem" by Gertrude Stein, "Nuevocations" by Steve Venright, "Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll...

I write poetry, but... can you feel the love tonight?

My experience with reading poetry differs from my experience with reading other types of literature... This statement reminds me of a favourite Jack Spicer quote: "See how weak prose is.... Presently I shall go to a bar and there one or two poets will speak to me and I to them and we will try to destroy each other or attract each other and nothing will happen because we will be speaking in prose."

I find poetry... in Algoma freezers, tucked behind the wild strawberries, chokecherries, and moose.

The last time I heard poetry... was earlier this morning: "Höpöhöpö Böks" recording of Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl, and Austin Publicover's new "a hoosh a ha" work-in-progress.

I think poetry is like... a simile?

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2 comments:

Mom to Two said...

Do you remember having to memorize "In Flander's Fields" in grade 7? You set it to the tune of "Let's Give 'Em Something to Talk About" and we sang it on the bus. When I went up to give my recital, it was all I could do to not sing it!

a.rawlings said...

Biff: I forgot about that! Now it's in my head again. Thank you for the reminder! xo