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Listening to Tower of Power While Driving in Oakland One day, while I was driving in Oakland I listened to the Tower of Power Funk Band The radio playing the song "What is Hip" I sang along with the refrain, What is hip? Funk Band That night at a party in Berkeley Slow danced to You’re Still a Young Man Funk band Note: third Ode to my favorite band East Bay’s Own Tower of Power For NaPoWrMo Submission following the following prompt: We’re three Fridays down, with just one left to go in this year’s National/Global Poetry Writing Month! Our featured participant for the day is Poems by Sidra, where the surrealist-inspired poem of friendship for Day Seventeen rocks some fantastic similes — it’s all about those teeth! nd Then— And Then— And then we will sit at a table with floating fruit and share inside jokes so layered in innuendo and self-reference that they grow their own teeth. Yes, and then I will paint, and you can draw, and we will feed our work the secret blood of our hearts and we will tell each other, “Make it weirder. Make it stranger.” And then I will become a ghost and you will become an owl and we will fly together in the dark night. Yes, and then I’ll be a lady of fire and you can be a lady of stone, and we can frighten away the men who try to talk to us. Yes, exactly, and then together we will be animal-people on the prowl, red and dangerous and beautiful, never growing old, never growing tired. And we will protect each other? Yes, we will protect each other. Note: This poem is inspired by the works and friendship of Surrealist artists Leonora Carrington and Remedios Varo. Today’s resource is a virtual visit to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. Gardner, who died in 1924, was a devoted and very wealthy art collector who built a Venetian-style palace (in Boston) to house her treasures. The museum building is beautiful and well known for its gorgeous courtyard. But the Gardner is also well known for having been the unfortunate site of one of the greatest – and still unsolved – art heists of all time. If you can figure out whodunnit, there might be $10 million in it for you. And now for today’s (optional) prompt. Like our villanelle prompt from a week ago, this prompt plays around with song lyrics, but in a very specific context – singing while riding in a car. Take a look at Ellen Bass’s poem, “You’re the Top.” Now, craft your own poem that recounts an experience of driving/riding and singing, incorporating a song lyric Ellen Bass Last night I get all the way to Ocean Street Extension, squinting through the windshield, wipers smearing the rain, lights of the oncoming cars half-blinding me. The baby’s in her seat in the back singing the first three words of You’re the Top. Not softly and sweetly the way she did when she woke in her crib, but belting it out like Ethel Merman. I don’t drive much at night anymore. And then the rain and the bad wipers. But I tell myself it’s too soon to give it up. Though the dark seems darker than I ever remember. And as I make the turn and head uphill, I can’t find the lines on the road. I start to panic. No! Yes—the lights! I flick them on and the world resolves. My god, I could have killed her. And I’ll think about that more later. But right now new galaxies are being birthed in my chest. There are no gods, but not everyone is cursed every moment. There are minutes, hours, sometimes even whole days when the earth is spinning 1.6 million miles around the sun and nothing tragic happens to you. I do not have to enter the land of everlasting sorrow. Every mistake I’ve made, every terrible decision—how I married the wrong man, hurt my child, didn’t go to Florence when she was dying—I take it all because the baby is commanding, “Sing, Nana.” And I sing, You’re the top. You’re the Coliseum, and the baby comes in right on cue. xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx YY xxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxx YY The Dixdeux appears to be one of many forms developed as an alternative to the Japanese Haiku. In this case, there are three lines with syllable counts of 10, 10, 2. When written in multiple stanzas, the third line becomes a refrain, as described and demonstrated in the following links: https://popularpoetryforms.blogspot.com/2013/11/dixdeux.html |
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