March 10, 2008

Just in Time for ReadWritePoem #16

The theme for ReadWritePoem #16 is repetition. And one of my favorite repetitions is found in Virginia Woolf's Orlando: "Orlando had so ordered it that she was in an extremely happy position; she need neither fight her age, nor submit to it; she was of it, yet remained herself. Now, therefore, she could write, and write she did. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote" (p. 266 in the 1956 HBJ printing). I've taken the passages ending repetition and made it my own, using the very repetitive form of the villanelle.

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Whether in a novel or a note
no matter what the content or the form
She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote.

As if her thoughts were memorized by rote
they poured forth in a literary storm
whether in a novel or a note

Covering the paper with a coat
of inked ideas colorful and warm
She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote.

Spoken from hands rather than from throat
For both creative effort and reform
whether in a novel or a note

And with her pen she edited and smote
stereotypes, and challenged social norms
She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote.

A thought is power, agency, a vote
linguistic acts she needed to perform
whether in a novel or a note
She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote. She wrote.

Second Attempt at a Triolet

Well, I realized that my first attempt at a triolet didn't follow the form quite right. So I gave it another go.

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I have a story never to be told;
it always ends up lost in the translation;
coherence falls away as I grow old.
I have a story. Never to be told
in this life, a life that's getting cold.
But fueled by the authorial obligation
I have. A story never to be told -
it always ends up lost in the translation.