In my last blog entry, I waxed lovingly about the benefits and the necessary prerequisites to submitting oneself to a Forced Creativity Experience such as the National Novel or Poetry Writing Months in November and April, respectively, and my experience in a songwriting circle that does a similar thing in the musical realm. I subtitledContinue reading “Forced Creativity Experiences (Only the Bad and the Ugly)”
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Forced Creativity Experiences (The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly)
April concludes and the new month begins with my successful participation in the National Poetry Month challenge of writing a poem a day for 30 days. I’m happy to say that I missed not a single day and that all 30 poems are posted here at michaeljarmer.com for your reading pleasure. I thought I wouldContinue reading “Forced Creativity Experiences (The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly)”
#30: The Last Poem of April
The Last Poem of April April was only cruel in that it exacted from me 31 poems, whether I liked it or not, but mostly, truth be told, I liked it, and I moved freely and by choice through the month, writing a poem every day until today, the day on which I write the lastContinue reading “#30: The Last Poem of April”
#29: After Teaching the Ancient Chinese Masters, the American English Teacher Considers Buddhism Through an Exploration of the Four Noble Truths
After Teaching the Ancient Chinese Masters, the American English Teacher Considers Buddhism Through an Exploration of The Four Noble Truths Life is suffering. Not the physical pain of suffering, a burnt hand, a broken limb, an illness, but an uneasiness, a dissatisfaction, a desire that comes not from a dream or a goal but fromContinue reading “#29: After Teaching the Ancient Chinese Masters, the American English Teacher Considers Buddhism Through an Exploration of the Four Noble Truths”
#28: Did You See The Moon?
Did You See The Moon? More luminous than your computer screen, shining in through the window of your study, full, full of fury, brightening the night sky like nobody’s business. Landing on the moon was not nearly as special as it was to look at the Earth from that vantage point. Just as, perhaps, theContinue reading “#28: Did You See The Moon?”
#27: Eggs In Your Beer
Today’s assignment from the NaPoWriMo website was to use a search engine to look up some common proverb or phrase and to use the results to make a poem. This is one my mother often used anytime someone became petulant and demanding. Not much of this poem comes from my search engine results, only theContinue reading “#27: Eggs In Your Beer”
#26: Meditative Mowing
Here’s something new for the poem of the day, with only four more days to go: an audio performance! I’m reading this poem into garageband using my Blue Yeti microphone. I think it turned out pretty well. Let me know what you think! Meditative Mowing Pay day was two days ago, and now, bills paid,Continue reading “#26: Meditative Mowing”
#25: The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman
The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman Looking for inspiration for his own portrait of the poet, referencing a famous drawing of Uncle Walt, hand on his hip, in a gesture of confidence, I’d say, with a kind of challenging and quizzical look in his handsome, young face, the boy says, Was WaltContinue reading “#25: The American Teenager Has A Theory About Walt Whitman”
#24: I Love and Hate You, O Internet
Because I could not find inspiration in today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo (a challenge to make an anagram poem from my name), I submit the following instead. This is an animal called an apostrophe. An apostrophe is a figure of speech that addresses an audience that cannot respond, either because it is a dead person, aContinue reading “#24: I Love and Hate You, O Internet”
#23: On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again (A Triolet)
Moby Dick has become my white whale, not that it’s bitten off my leg, but that it haunts me, taunts me, torments me, because this novel by Herman Melville has the distinction of being the ONLY book I truly love that I have not finished reading–after repeated attempts! It baffles me, because every time IContinue reading “#23: On Trying to Read Moby Dick Again (A Triolet)”