How to Write a Text Message Poem

I culled the directions below directly from text message poet Andrew Wilson's article, (and I added a few of my own), Everday words from everyday lives from The Guardian. The article is informative and entertaining. All the text message poems are from The Guardian's 2001 text message poetry contest.

I just wrote this tonight, and sent it out to a couple folks around 9:19 P.M. Here's my first attempt at text message poetry:

Sari - Danna
a dream rooted in my flesh,
an oracle made of a river of blood and spirit.
In the moonlight I watched a flock of flaming birds
lift like language from my body
& light on the black branches
of the olive tree outside my window.
Their harsh and urgent cries beckon
me to gather the torn pieces
& frayed remnants of my life
and join them in the shimmering darkness.
The world's needle will stitch me
with silk thread, suture my selves:
dream, oracle, river, bird, tree, darkness.
Stich me whole and seamless & I will wake from a new dream,
in a new bed & i will love this jeweled body;
love me fierce.

Directions:
1. Text message poems must be written on phone screens.
2. Different makes of phone have different -sized screens, so the only way to control the rhythm and pace of what is being read is by choice of words and punctuation.

3. Text messages are short, so the subject has to be tackled in a way that will accommodate 160 characters.
4. A text message poem captures one truthful moment and describes what Ezra Pound called the luminous detail. Find it, show it and let it speak for itself.
5. Text messages are written in everyday words about our everyday lives. Handled with care and mindfulness, that’s poetry.
6. Text messages have own abbreviated vocabulary in order to save space. Use them in a playful, inventive way, but keep in mind your subject matter and also, be aware the effect they may have on the reader .
7. Give the poem a title.
8. Send your friends a text message poem and challenge them to send you an original.
9. Text your poems and post them to your blog or post them in the comments here!

Text message poem examples from The Guardian's Hot Hundred

Be strong
Jus left th clinic
bstrong cheri
arm ok no panic
need u 2 promis me
2 keep kissin
me left breast
cos baby nxt week
me right'll b missin

Apology
It wasn't me it was the words.
They get into the smallest
spaces and cause interrup-
tions
To the smooth running of
conversations


Dancer cows
along a high hedged meander
Friesian hoofers pirouette out
conga ahead
&soft-shoe-shuffle home
farmer quicksteps the gate
shut we trip on

The Guardian's 1st & 5th place winners:

txtin iz messin,
mi headn'me englis,
try2rite essays,
they all come out txtis.
gran not plsed w/letters shes getn,
swears i wrote better
b4 comin2uni.
&she's african

Hetty Hughes

Watch dog
Watch me,
or i'll be prowling my way
round your house of a body:
licking at windows,
stealing through doors,
trying beds out for size.

Melissa Terras

Poem Therapy at 1:07 P.M. - Jeanne Wagner

Jeanne Wagner

Eve’s Version
Jeanne Wagner

It was when he told me I was made from Adam’s
rib, not his heart or his gut or his brain,

or that special appurtenance between his legs,
but a single rib from the thicket of bone

where animals dive their heads down after dark
to gorge on the flesh of their prey.

Because I found out I was not the first one born,
or even the second, but made from a bare bone,

a dog’s idea of generation, I took the fruit and
ate it, not as some have said,

with small salacious bites, the sweet juice trickling
down my chin, but

sitting cross-legged under that very tree, my
favorite when in flower,

its limbs all covered in a pale froth of blossom.
With new exactness, I picked the fruit,

cut it in half, pulled the pit from its center and
placed it on the ground.

Then I halved those halves, again and again,
arranging each small curved slice

in a tangent around the stone, like the rays of
the sun, the petals of a simple flower.

Only when I had done all this, did I pick up
each piece and force myself to eat,

bite by bitter bite.


March is Women's History month, so I thought I'd start things out with a poem about the first woman of the Bible, (actually, Lilith was there first, but I'll get to her).

WHMP 2010's them is Writing Women Back Into History, so my focus will be just that.

The Devil You Know: The Writing Life



Bringing the Devil to His Knees: The Craft of Fiction and the Writing Life - Charles Baxter and Peter Turchi
In the department of omg!: the mother of all writing books has arrived (er, it was published in 2001), thankfully, just when light was turning gray and threatening to stay that color, forever! Right after physical therapy and moments prior to dropping sideways into my bed for the evening, I am heading to my local bookstore for this book. I've been off the writing path for longer than I will admit, so don't even ask, and have lacked the energy or enthusiasm to get back on it. Yes, reading about writing is not writing, but I lost my way and have been wandering in the trees and I believe this book is one hell of a breadcrumb to lead the way home. It's utterly ridiculous, but tears are actually stinging the inside of my nose and I'm welling up. Could be the anesthesia.

Book Monster

Celebrating Snow Globes - Nina Chertoff and Susan Kahn

Found this image in a hilarious book dedicated to snow globes. Hilarious because of the images: Mao, nuns, Reagan, penguins, Popeye, historic landmarks, all captured in snow globes, to name a few featured in the book. If you've been reading this blog, you know I'm a book monster, so I thought Bookzilla an appropriate image.

I picked up a few books to read as I affected my latest post surgery pose (big sigh):

Women in Their Beds - Gina Berriault
The title grabbed me simply because I've been pinned to the bed this last week by the effects of anasthesia. Also, Delia Falconer blurbed the book, and I admire her writing. The collection is a showcase of brilliant writing. How is it that such remarkable writers aren't household names? Perhaps, it's just my household. Lucky for me I chanced across it in my favorite thrift store.

The Hamilton Case - Michelle De Kretser
My knowledge of Edwardian Ceylon is more than a little limited so this book reveals a world I think most are unfamiliar with. The novel illustrates class struggles between the indigenous population,the colonized and the British. Strong writing that illustrates that despite time period or geography, human beings are far more alike than different.

You Can Heal Your Life - Louise L. Hay
My daughter has rolled her eyes countless times as I've read from this book about her ailments and thier meanings. She's more of cigar is a cigar kinda' gal. Apparently, hand injuries are about anger at self and not expressing oneself; breasts are about nurturing others more than one's self. When I read both of these descriptions to her, an eyebrow went up momentarily. Sometimes a cigar is not just a cigar.

Poem Therapy at 5:57 P.M. - Naomi Shihab Nye

Naomi Shihab Nye

Famous
Naomi Shihab Nye

The river is famous to the fish.

The loud voice is famous to silence,
which knew it would inherit the earth
before anybody said so.

The cat sleeping on the fence is famous to the birds
watching him from the birdhouse.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek.

The idea you carry close to your bosom
is famous to your bosom.

The boot is famous to the earth,
more famous than the dress shoe,
which is famous only to floors.

The bent photograph is famous to the one who carries it
and not at all famous to the one who is pictured.

I want to be famous to shuffling men
who smile while crossing streets,
sticky children in grocery lines,
famous as the one who smiled back.

I want to be famous in the way a pulley is famous,
or a buttonhole, not because it did anything spectacular,
but because it never forgot what it could do.


The Academy Awards were broad casted last night, but I didn't watch because I was watching Anne Boleyn lose to Henry VIII on The Tudors. I remember watching Masterpiece Theater's series as a child and hating, hating Henry. Not too long ago I was at Borders, picked up a book on Henry VIII and flicked his picture on the jacket cover hard enough to leave an indent, said "ass" too loudly that a woman turned and looked annoyed. I huffed off. In my more immature moments, I would like to spit on his grave, but since Henry's interred in the quire of St George's Chapel in Windsor Castle, I won't, mainly because it's rude to spit, especially in a church, and honestly, it's not like I knew Henry, and there are more deserving tyrants and despots, and moreover, what's the point of expectorating on the floor that covers a centuries' old moldering hulk?

History is a savage and brutal mistress and fame is like a photograph of the floating world: transitory, fleeting, meaningless. Shahib Nye's poem captures the reality of fame, fame is relative to its audience. I love that the Dali Llama said "who" when asked what he thought of Tiger Wood's indiscretions.

I like the idea that my foot is famous to the shoe I wear, my hair to the stylist who complains of its thickness, my laugh is famous to my throat and mouth and ears, my incision is famous to my skin.

With youtube, blogs, flickr, facebook, myspace, websites, and the crush of new technologies, we're all famous in our need, our plea to the world to read our blog, see us, see me. And I think, for our anonymity in a world of brands and celebrities.

As for the Awards, I like to see who wore what gowns and jewels, and what films win, however arbitrary the judging sometimes seems. I am glad Jeff Bridges won for Crazy Heart. I like him, especially this grizzled incarnation.

I am also glad that Sapphire's novel Push will now garner more readers, fingers crossed anyway, especially now that Precious won last night for best supporting actress and best adapted screenplay. I would like to know if she attended the awards. If she was invited. Neither of the winners mentioned her. Hmmm. Here's the thing, if a book is adapted and made into a film, the writer should be there in the middle of the hoopla, preferably seated in the front row.

I googled and found that Sapphire was there, seated next to the very fine Lenny Kravitz. American woman get away from mee-ee! American woman, mamma let me bee-ee!

How to Write an Autobiographical Flash-trio

How to Write an Autobiographical Flash-trio
Directions:
1. Begin with a quote to act as prompt for ideas, such as:
A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. -George Moore

2. From the quote, settle on a guiding idea, (literal or figurative), for the title of your flash-trio, such as: Travel, Home, My Life, Where We Live

3. Choose three nouns as subtitles for the flash trio, such as: House, Tree, Body

4. Write each flash, beginning to end, without editing. Write in an active voice, using strong verbs and images, and remember that flash fiction is only about 100-1000 words, so there isn't time for long description or rhetorical excursions.

This is my flash trio which I sent for my holiday cards a few years back:

Where We Live
Danna

House
The house sits far back from the infidel road, named for the two gentile families that settled along it over one-hundred years ago. A wide expanse of lawn is punctuated with Oak, Pine, Linden, and host to birds of every variety: owl, dove, crow, hummingbird, and the occasional wandering peacock, particular favorites. Behind the calculus of rooms and lives sheltering within them, a wheat field covered in the snow’s scurf is flanked by a country lane lined on either side by Willow, Pine, Maple, and Honey Locust, each planted for the farmer’s seven children. The middle daughter’s tree is a tangle of branches armed with sharp, flat thorns.

Tree
The tree, a Mountain Ash, is rooted in the memorial park next to railroad tracks and was planted the year Albert Einstein was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics for his discovery of the law of the photoelectric effect. Come spring, waxwings will swarm the tree and feast on its berries until they are too drunk to fly and will fall to the ground, giddy and sated.

Body
The body is a glimmering on the horizon, a destination imagined in the soft hue of morning light. Composed of organic and trace elements, proteins, lipids, salts and sugars, its dual snake helixes around a mysterious code, dipping in and out of memory. Its soul is a restless traveler.

March 1 Came in Like a Lamb

The alarm didn't go off this morning, so I woke in a frenzy to a mild Spring day. March came in like a lamb, rather than a lion. I had lion-like dreams, though. I had my pointer finger out giving a certain venal person the what for, and even pushed her on the belly, which was swollen with child, and then the dream escalated to shouts, invective and Joe Louis blows. I think I won. The weather inside is much harsher than Mother Nature's.

Today is my birthday and I am now exactly two years out from fifty. Man, do I need to get myself together and finish my novel! Age really doesn't bother me, and I have yet to hear the siren call of botox or plastic surgery.

If Your Birthday Is Today:
Director Ron Howard (1954) shares your birthday today. You have a youthful quality that stays with you all your life. People like you because you show your appreciation for them, plus you're friendly and easy-going. Many of you acquire a specific skill or technique that you use. You enjoy beauty and the arts. And you‚re ambitious! You have an excellent year ahead. Focus on learning something new that you want to know. from http://www.nationalpost.com

Pisces March 1 Overview:
You know when to claim responsibility and when to let others take the credit. You don't have to worry about getting every little fact right today -- but your competition does! That gives you a serious advantage, as long as you are willing to move forward quickly into the darkness. from http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology


Chinese Astrology: Year of the Tiger
Take inventory of what you find important and what you put stock in. Make sure your priorities aren't shallow or superficial. You won't achieve your goals if you're not approaching them with your best effort. You'll gain nothing if your pursuits are dishonest. from http://shine.yahoo.com/astrology/chinese/tiger/yearly-overview


We're now three months into the year, and so far, 2010 has been a take no prisoners kind of year. According to the stars, this is what we can expect:

March 2010 begins with a heavy-duty mixture of golden opportunities and major challenges. Keep sending out your thoughts and prayers for spiritual healing and support to family members, friends and associates following the powerful Full Moon linking Pisces and Virgo on Sunday. In addition, yesterday's first Sun-Jupiter union in Pisces in 12 years suggests that fervent wishes have a chance of materializing and that long-sought goals still have a promising glow. This auspicious energy-field is reinforced early on as Venus in Pisces makes a flowing trine to Pallas in Scorpio (1:52AM PST). Problem-solving skills are at your disposal. Morning dreams and visions should be recorded for future implementation as Mercury enters Pisces (5:29AM PST) until March 17. Tap into your intuition for guidance even while the Moon in Virgo puts a premium on cogent, clear logic and mental analysis. Surprises and shock waves can arrive on the scene as the Moon opposes Uranus (9:37AM PST) - beginning a void lunar uncertainty zone lasting until 4:32PM PST when the Moon enters airy Libra. It is during this 6+ hour limbo time-span that Mercury makes its third, off-kilter 150-degree tie to Mars (4:15PM PST) in the past few months. Think before you act and speak. Don't project angry feelings on to well-meaning pals and colleagues. If frustrations and stress are building tonight, chalk it up to the monthly Moon-Saturn union in Libra (9:03PM PST) as well as a dicey Ceres-Uranus square pattern (11:54PM PST). Be extra sensitive in dealing with loved ones under pressure.

I culled the following on wiki for March 1:

FYI:

- March 1 is the 60th day of the year (61st in leap years) in the Gregorian calendar. There are 305 days remaining until the end of the year.

- In Iceland, Beer Day (Icelandic: Bjórdagurinn or Bjórdagur[1]) is celebrated every year on March 1, honoring the elimination of the 74-year prohibition of beer. Prohibition lasted from 1915 to March 1, 1989.

- Martenitsa (Bulgarian: мартеница, pronounced [ˈmartɛnit͡sa]; plural мартеници martenitsi) is a small piece of adornment, made of white and red yarn and worn from March 1 until around the end of March (or the first time an individual sees a stork, swallow or budding tree). The name of the holiday is Baba Marta. "Baba" (баба) is the Bulgarian word for "grandmother" and Mart (март) is the Bulgarian word for the month of March. Baba Marta is a Bulgarian tradition related to welcoming the upcoming spring. The month of March, according to Bulgarian folklore, marks the beginning of springtime. Therefore, the first day of March is a traditional holiday associated with sending off winter and welcoming spring.

- National Pig Day is an event held annually on March 1 in the United States to celebrate the pig. The holiday celebration was started in 1972 by sisters Ellen Stanley, a teacher in Lubbock, Texas, and Mary Lynne Rave of Beaufort, North Carolina. According to Rave the purpose of National Pig Day is "to accord the pig its rightful, though generally unrecognized, place as one of man's most intellectual and domesticated animals."[2] The holiday is most often celebrated in the Midwest. National Pig Day includes events at zoos, schools,[5] nursing homes, and sporting events around the United States. It is also recognized at "pig parties" where pink pig punch and pork delicacies are served, and pink ribbon pigtails are tied around trees in the pigs' honor.[2] According to Chase's Calendar of Events, National Pig Day is on the same day as pseudo-holidays Share a Smile day and Peanut Butter Lover's day. The question of whether the holiday is a time to honor pigs by "giving them a break" or to appreciate their offerings (spare ribs, bacon and ham) is an open question.

- Saint David's Day (Welsh: Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Sant) is the feast day of Saint David, the patron saint of Wales, and falls on 1 March each year. The date of 1 March was chosen in remembrance of the death of Saint David on that day in 589, and has been celebrated by followers since then. The date was declared a national day of celebration within Wales in the 18th century.

- Historically, March 1st was considered to be the beginning of the Roman 'work year' as January (the official first month) and February were unfit for warfare. The numerical Latin names of some months reflect this. (September = Seventh, October = Eighth, November = Ninth, December = Tenth).
In History:

* 40 – Martial, Latin poet is born.

* 752 BC – Romulus, first king of Rome, celebrates the first Roman triumph after his victory over the Caeninenses, following The Rape of the Sabine Women.

* 1445 – Sandro Botticelli, Italian painter is born.

* 1565 – The city of Rio de Janeiro is founded.

* 1692 – Sarah Good, Sarah Osborne and Tituba are brought before local magistrates in Salem Village, Massachusetts, beginning what would become known as the Salem witch trials.

* 1790 – The first United States census is authorized.

*1807 – Wilford Woodruff, fourth president of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is born.

* 1872 – Yellowstone National Park is established as the world's first national park.

* 1893 – Nikola Tesla gives the first public demonstration of radio in St. Louis, Missouri.

* 1904 – Glenn Miller, American bandleader is born.

* 1912 – Albert Berry makes the first parachute jump from a moving airplane.

* 1913 – Ralph Ellison, American writer is born.

* 1921 – Richard Wilbur, American poet

* 1936 – The Hoover Dam is completed

* 1941 – W47NV (now known as WSM-FM) begins operations in Nashville, Tennessee becoming the first FM radio station in the U.S..

* 1954 – Nuclear testing: The Castle Bravo, a 15-megaton hydrogen bomb, is detonated on Bikini Atoll in the Pacific Ocean, resulting in the worst radioactive contamination ever caused by the United States.

* 1961 – President of the United States John F. Kennedy establishes the Peace Corps.

* 1962 - I am born at 1:15 a.m. under the sign if Pisces.

* 1974 – Watergate scandal: Seven are indicted for their role in the Watergate break-in and charged with conspiracy to obstruct justice.

* 1989 – The United States becomes a member of the Berne Convention for the Protection of Literary and Artistic Works.

* 2002 – U.S. invasion of Afghanistan: Operation Anaconda begins in eastern Afghanistan.

* 2003 – The International Criminal Court holds its inaugural session in The Hague.

* 2005 – The death penalty for juveniles is revoked in United States.