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Tuesday, September 06, 2005

A put-together pantoum

Thanks to my creative writing class, I was introduced to the Pantoum, a relatively easy form of writing, especially when you are doing it the way we are: 'found poetry'. Word-chopping, taking lines from the back of buses, famous books, not so famous books, the back of ketchup bottles, safety instructions on an AV projector.

The results can be hilarious, and strangely apt.

Here's my humble attempt, blogged for your amusement--

-On the hubris of being mortal, and a writer-

Now look at this mouse in action.
The books are coming, it squealed.
This is a conviction born of Beethoven's music:
It's you. The New York Lightening man.

The books are coming, it squealed.
For details contact: Director, Special Markets.
Its you. The New York Lightening man.
(I am a sick man... I am a wicked man)

For details contact: Director, Special Markets.
Orestes collapsed, and lies where he fell.
(I am a sick man... I am a wicked man)
Write a pantoum.

Orestes collapsed, and lies where he fell.
Thankyou for washing your hands.
Write a pantoum.
Now look at this mouse in action.

~joseph, priyanka. this day, 2005

Sources used being Euripides, Dostoevsky's notes from the underground, the ISBN page of Paul Auster's oracle night, Kundera's unbearable lightness and a line said by my prof, who last week calmly, without realizing the dread of his statement, said-- "the books are coming".

Pantoum, anyone?

1 comments:

Gul said...

lol! aye, good fun! makes me feel like trying..!