Thats right folks the day we have all been waiting for is here.Thank feck the weekend is over at last,bask now comrades in rays of joyous exaltation and frollick in the fabulous knowledge that magnificent monday poetry est arrivé. Last week I had the brilliant idea (well it seemed so at the time) of seeing if the poetry of Ted Hughes might spur us on to even greater heights than last week. I spent much longer getting this poem into shape, found it harder, had to work at it,it had to be chiselled out from quite a large rock, I was beginning to think there would be nothing left, I was beginning to hope there would be nothing left ! Looking forward to seeing everyone else's but fear there won't be so many this week. Anyway here's mine ,why don't you show me yours?
Horses
forming words, tight-locked polished
poisoned black pearls, wrought
naked in the half-light, strangled in suffering.
Poetry is the journey, not the end of the tunnel.
Horses
forming words, tight-locked polished
poisoned black pearls, wrought
naked in the half-light, strangled in suffering.
Poetry is the journey, not the end of the tunnel.
Lines to die for, breaths from death’s blue-blue lips,
damned digging deeper down ,
poems beneath his nails, her nails,
dug down deep, deep in the
mind's black hole, no thoughts, no life
beyond the blank page, the ticking clock
and Horses. Horses. Horses.
damned digging deeper down ,
poems beneath his nails, her nails,
dug down deep, deep in the
mind's black hole, no thoughts, no life
beyond the blank page, the ticking clock
and Horses. Horses. Horses.
And here's the rest of the gang!
Jeanne
Swiss
(see also the previous 'Ted collision' post)
Mrs Niamh
Rachel
Uiscebot
P.Nolan
The Watercats
Titus The Dog
Heather
Dominic Rivron
Domestic Oubliette
The Weaver Of Grass
Sandra Leigh
Argent
Emeging Writer
50 comments:
Hi TFE - twas a bit of a challenge this week! Mine's up now anyway, Horses is interesting - like the black pearls...
Here's mine - over here.x
Do I stick the poem link here or what?
http://theblogsthejob.blogspot.com/2009/09/giddy-fuck-up.html
Tis done : http://pjnolan.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-poem-teddy-buoy.html
I'd like to hear you read this one. I like the nails and the tunnel and the whole gloomy cloud of it.
p.s. put a line or two between your piece and the 'gang' line! It looks like part of it and spoils its ending. If you don't mind.
x
"forming words, tight-locked polished
poisoned black pearls, wrought
naked in the half-light, strangled in suffering"
Really like those lines... really nice to read, choppy like clip clopping hooves on a road :-) and great imagery.. About to put a link up to the song thingy.. have a good-un!
I'm on time, possibly even early, today as out out out to work. This was a toughie, TFE.
Had brilliant poem written - even Mr Oubliette liked it - but then blue screen of death, total pc crash... and yes, I'd forgotten to save it :( A little bit of genius perished, unseen, unloved... Mr Oubliette remembered a few lines for me (I never can!) so, if I can recreate anything worth looking at, it will be posted, but am not feeling hopeful... sniffle sniffle, boo hoo...
Haha! I just saw the horses and said Great! That'll do me, and then I came back here and was like, Ted Hughes who with the what now? Some great stuff coming up though.
i liked the hardness of the digging image coupled with nails. well effective!
but while i'm liking all this week's efforts hats off to the watercats for a song
Love the variety of horse photos you have posted. I'm just off to post my meagre effort for this week. You will see it is a total copout!
Nice one TFE. It has that 'dark matter' quality of Hughes' nature.
Love the 'digging' reference!
And those ponies! Magnifique!!
VERY busy Monday, but had to stop by my favorite site...will pay a visit to the others later! ;)
Just what I needed: serious humour - at least, I hope it was meant to be both humerous and serious. It cheered me up, anyway.
It's amazing how folks have been able to channel Hughes' poetry--good job here TFE--& great shots of the horses. I saw Dave King had a Hughes-like poem up on Pics & Poems today, & Sandra Leigh too on Amazing Voyages of the Turtle!
Ah, here we go...
http://domesticoubliette.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-monday-monday.html
Oh ye of little faith TFE - you have missed me off your list!! Does that mean you didn't expect an offering? Well I posted it at 18.52 - sorry I missed you under the station clock - it must have been fast! Loved your poem and your super photos of proper horses (we are surrounded by racehorses here being so close to Middleham racing stables - I like your horses better).
Mine's up at The Turtle.
I like your repetition of words within the poem. It emphasizes the difficulty of the process, the chasm between thought and communication. Well done, TFE.
Hi TFE, I always save yours for last for some reason.
I like this, especially the tightness and the darkness.
Actually, it's a real cracker of a poem and the movements the final seven lines take you through are superb. Very apt response to the prompt. Coo, I'm a bit lost for words, actually. Well done.
Sorry, late to the party, but I brung one with me and you can see it Here.
Really enjoyed yours, especially the ending. Off to read the others now.
late. 'Tis done.
Thanks Mrs Niamh, life is but an empty crisp packet without a challenge and a pint
Rachel,Over here, you mean over there, where here, no there here, potayto, potahto lets not call da hole ting awf!
Not what, uiscebot, gidyup ya gud ting!
Let it be , Mr Nolan.
Trust me Rachel, ya really wouldn't, but thanks that ye liked it and thanks too for pointing out the line thing-took ages nd didn't check.Also can't get spaces beteween the participants-advice anbody? I can in HTML but cant decipher where da gaps should be.
Thanks watercats, your song is the danglers!
Titus, I'm impressed and slightly depressed but the latter is not your fault, in fact your participation will lift my spirits. :)
My sympathies to you D'oub that is truly awful a wrioters worst nightmare, similar has happened to me and I feel your pain.
:(
Every week amazes me Uisce.
Tanx Swiss army knife , and but and also though like ye say da katz rock actual;ly they roll gentle like walk soft carry big guitar but mainly they beguile.
Heather ,you creative person you! I bled blood finding and putting horses on me blog and not a whinny ,not a whisper, except from my favourite craftsperson! Meagre, no!Cop out-never! :)
I appreciate that comment, P Nolan, thank you.
Thanks Jeanne, done a whole lot of diggin in my life, literal and metaphorical.And ye noticed the horses/ ponies! Respect!
Thank you Dave ,humour is deadly serious , isn't it?
The horses again! Tanx John, and Sandra is in on the effort, will look at Dave's.Happy birthday to your good partner!
D'oub, fair play to you, ya plucky thing,delighted you (against all odds) delivered! :))))
My faith is indeed sorely tested of late,Weaver, but I have utmost trust in you!And you liked my horses! Ah now my cup of Drambuie and creme de menthe floweth over!
Tanx Sandra Leigh, like your thoughts, most appreciated!
From you, that's high praise indeed ,Titus, it is more than welcome, I'm touched. ( and tapped!)
Thanks Argent, and welcome ! tHanks for joining in!
Thanks Argent, and welcome ! tHanks for joining in!
Amen,EW, always wondering if ye will make it!
Enough of this chit chat, where's our next assignment, mister? ; )
Am adoring the horses pics, TFE...got a rake of them in Donegal this year,looks like every small farmer with a plot of land has put a horse or donkey in it (subsidised from Europe to have donkeys or horses and fined for setting spuds! ahem...)Didn´t make the poem thing this time either, got a half-piece together about my aged 14 year old dog becoming wilder and chewing the iron-wrought gate in angst or something...anyway, liked yours because of all that digging and sort of horse-majesty captured...like the tunnel and ticking of time alongside the digging...maybe next week will shake off my poetry-idleness and write something! cheers ; )
Next ass ignment coming righty up ,Jeanne!
Whoa! The horses again right at the final furlong!Glad ye liked them ,Liz, me Dad loved horses, worked with them pulling timber.He once calmed a beserk horse in Killarney and I never forgot it.I couldn't manage a horse but as soon as I get an acre (if ever) I'm getting a donkey, no messin. A half piece is better than no whiskey.A poem about an aged iron chewin dog is no less than I would expect from Ye! Tanx for the woids about mine.
Thanks for linking me in, even though I'd gone a wee bit off message!
"Poetry is the journey, not the end of the tunnel." Spot on.
Not a bother, Dominic, ye are welcome and tanx.
I think I'm demented. Just posted a part two.
x
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