Scheduled skeletal closetblogging

Since I am in Buenos Aires and have nothing to say, it’s time to reveal a few more skeletons in my closet. A while back, I posted an attempt at a sestina, written a couple years back in the course of an internet poetry throwdown.

Two other things were produced by me in that throwdown. A villanelle and a pantoum, to go along with the sestina. Obviously, I like bizarre old verse forms.

Let’s see. I like the pantoum best. It’s also my favorite of those forms. SO: once again, with no guarantees about functional meter:

space be no barrier between us two
our minds spanning the quantum breach
spooky action spans the distance from me to you
an act of will as a cosmic reach

our minds spanning the quantum reach
from a catalytic spark’s synaptic leap
an act of will as a cosmic breach
singularly sweeping past the light-speed creep

from a catalytic spark’s synaptic leap
my thoughts to you to bridge the space
singularly sweeping past the light-speed creep
we defy the laws of time and place

my thoughts to you to bridge the space
n-dimensional stringed vibrations hum our unity
we defy the laws of time and place
past fens, past bends, through cybernetic community

n-dimensional stringed vibrations hum our unity
spooky action spans the distance from me to you
we defy the laws of time and place
space be no barrier between us two

Ok, let’s face it, I’m no poet. But it’s fun.

I think I shall reveal the villanelle tomorrow.

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3 Responses to “Scheduled skeletal closetblogging”

  1. Helen Says:

    oh good god I love pantoums (pantoua?). The big problem for me is that, like a terza rima, it’s so easy to make them go on forever. case in point:

    Evening Pantoum

    It’s so lovely to see you again!
    Here, let me take your wet jacket.
    It looks like we still have that rain—
    Well, better to have it than lack it.

    Here, let me take your wet jacket.
    Don’t you hate nights like tonight—
    Well, better to have it than lack it,
    The dark creeping in on the light.

    Don’t you love nights like tonight!
    I’ve dimmed down the lamps and lit candles.
    The dark creeping in on the light—
    A feeling of secrets and scandals.

    I’ve dimmed down the lamps and lit candles
    The wine—have a glass?—it’s Lafite.
    A feeling of secrets and scandals—
    It’s good, as a mood, when we meet.

    The wine in your glass is Lafite—
    Do you like it? It’s up from the cellar.
    It’s good, as a mood, when we meet
    In the rain. Tonight you look stellar.

    Do you like it? It’s up from the cellar,
    I’ve had it for, oh, it’s been years.
    In the rain, tonight, you look stellar,
    A sensation that gently appears.

    I’ve had this for, oh, it’s been years—
    To drink it at last feels so sweet,
    A sensation that gently appears.
    Can I offer you something to eat?

    To drink this at last—is it sweet?
    I’m worried I’ve waited too long.
    Can I offer you something to eat,
    More wine? Did I do something wrong?

    I’m worried I’ve waited too long
    To ask you to come here, to me.
    More wine—did I do something wrong?
    Is there somewhere that you need to be?

    To ask you to come here, to me—
    I know it’s not what you expected.
    Is there someone that I need to be
    To keep me from being rejected?

    I know it’s not what you expected—
    The candles—they’re over the top.
    To keep me from being rejected
    I ought to have known when to stop.

    The candles—they’re over the top,
    The wine—it all feels so contrived.
    I ought to have known when to stop—
    Those three glasses before you arrived.

    The wine—it all feels so contrived
    That I wasted this bottle on you.
    The three glasses before you arrived
    For courage—what else could I do?

    That I wasted this bottle on you—
    Pulled this dusty old wine off the shelf—
    For courage—what else can I do
    Besides pour out a fourth for myself?

    Pulled this dusty old wine off the shelf,
    Once you’re gone I’ll go after the gin.
    Besides pour out a fifth for myself,
    I won’t move ’til the sunlight comes in.

    Once you’re gone I’ll go after the gin—
    Can I get you your coat? Here’s the door.
    I won’t move ’til the sunlight comes in;
    I’ll wake up when my head hits the floor.

    Can I help with your coat? Here’s the door,
    It looks like we still have that rain.
    I’ll wake up when my head hits the floor.
    It was lovely to see you again.

  2. ben wolfson Says:

    I thought the first and second pairs in a quatrain in a pantoum were supposed to have ostensibly unrelated subject matter? So John Hollander has it.

  3. Paul Gowder Says:

    Ben: Are they? Bugger.

    Helen: things that delightful ought to go on forever.

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