Sometimes I go back through my notebooks from Graduate school and make centos (collage poems) from phrases I find in the pages. This is the fifth of a series of centos from my notebooks.
now is a now and this is a this
Notebook Cento #5
a now is a now is a now
creating space . between self and outside . inside and out
1st person and 3rd
disjunctive . disruptive
find a place, not a position
not an either/or . but an and and an and and an and and …
respect the thing itself
this is this, is this, is this— . rather than this is that
Sometimes I go back through my notebooks from Graduate school and make centos (collage poems) from phrases I find in the pages. This is the third of the series of centos from my notebooks.
Notebook Cento #3 by Debi
distance ———- home
love is in the mind
happens again and again
there are known unknowns
and unknown knowns
everyone lives parenthetically
do you have to work for it?
how much do you want it?
layers of imagery
is any poem with footnotes
a mixed genre work?
Sometimes I go back through my notebooks from Graduate school and make centos (collage poems) from phrases I find in the pages. Yes, I create found poetry from my own personal notes. Yes, I’m that obsessed with phrases. Yes, I’m that crazy about writing centos. 🙂 This is the first of what will probably be a short series of centos from my notebooks.
Notebook Cento #1 by Debi
part of a new style
context embedded within
the poem keeps moving
within the creative work
just keeps moving
think about this
there is real meaning
whether we know it or not
Basho keeps moving
I’ve been playing around a bit with erasure and found poetry lately. Today I decided to grab a random book off my shelf (specifically not poetry) and construct a poem of sorts from words/phrases in the first few pages/chapters.
The book I chose to play with today was Habitsby Charlotte Mason (a British educator from the last century).
We are all mere creatures of habit
we think our accustomed thoughts
make our usual small talk
the trivial round
the common task
The mother’s thoughts run on her children
the painter’s on pictures
the poet’s on poems
a thinker of high thoughts—
apt to forget that the thought that defiles
behaves precisely as the thought that purifies
born with the future in his hands—
the habits of the child
produce the character of the man
an act of faith resting on experience
The effort of decision is the greatest effort of life
not the doing of the thing
but the making up of one’s mind
which thing to do first