Showing posts with label Name. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Name. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
The name I love
Above any other
Is the name God gave me,
Call me Mother
Psalms 127:3
"Behold, children are a gift of
The Lord:
The fruit of the womb is a
Reward."
--Anonymous Campus Mother
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This is our submisssion to The Commuter this week. "Anonymous" guest auther is Whitney's mom. Kind of timely given what day is coming up this Sunday.
A Nathan is a name that claims the bearer is a gift from god.
As if that were more true for them than any other random clod.
While pompous parents gasconade their divine honorarium,
The apostate child conceives an autonomic planetarium.
Now to be named a Knight implies a certain measure of command,
Of horses, weapons, armor, plus a duty to the sovereign hand.
The prudent, pious, gallant man must vow to serve the polity,
And demonstrate a creed of polished gender inequality.
The baggage of a storied name is not that which I long to bear.
Though knights are fun and 'gift from god' yet has a charming ancient air.
Tav is the name that I go by and means just what I want to be,
It connotes naught and no-one else, it's wholly, solely, only me.
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I think this one is only half as long as it deserves to be, but it was hard to write and I don't feel like spending hours more coaxing words into tight verses just to make the flow feel less abrupt. Sorry if it sends you scurrying to find a dictionary, thesauruses are just a little bit too fun sometimes. And speaking of having too much fun while writing poetry, in case you didn't notice reading it through the first time, this poem has a verse structure (and implicit background music) ganked from a well-known song called The Elements by Tom Lehrer.
...hee-hee, just kidding, I know it's actually originally from The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan. Though you should click here if you want to see the version of the tune that got glued to the inside of my skull in my formative years.
As if that were more true for them than any other random clod.
While pompous parents gasconade their divine honorarium,
The apostate child conceives an autonomic planetarium.
Now to be named a Knight implies a certain measure of command,
Of horses, weapons, armor, plus a duty to the sovereign hand.
The prudent, pious, gallant man must vow to serve the polity,
And demonstrate a creed of polished gender inequality.
The baggage of a storied name is not that which I long to bear.
Though knights are fun and 'gift from god' yet has a charming ancient air.
Tav is the name that I go by and means just what I want to be,
It connotes naught and no-one else, it's wholly, solely, only me.
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I think this one is only half as long as it deserves to be, but it was hard to write and I don't feel like spending hours more coaxing words into tight verses just to make the flow feel less abrupt. Sorry if it sends you scurrying to find a dictionary, thesauruses are just a little bit too fun sometimes. And speaking of having too much fun while writing poetry, in case you didn't notice reading it through the first time, this poem has a verse structure (and implicit background music) ganked from a well-known song called The Elements by Tom Lehrer.
...hee-hee, just kidding, I know it's actually originally from The Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan. Though you should click here if you want to see the version of the tune that got glued to the inside of my skull in my formative years.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
First, I found the Commuter's website's article about the Words and Pictures reading:
words-and-pictures-fill-south-santiam-hall
Second, the Words and Pictures book is coming along much faster than I had originally expected. In fact there are tentative plans in the works to order a couple of dozen or so books and throw a book-signing party sometime before the end of the term. More on that as it gets worked out.
Third, the Cherry Blossom Picnic (Hanami) is this Friday. I still don't know what that means. The poetry club has submitted at least a handful of haiku and tanka for the event (not that I know what they're going to be used for). As for the precise time and place, I don't know that either; though word on the street has it that it'll be in the courtyard around lunch-time-ish. (Failing that, check the DAC.)
Fourth, oh yeah, we have a new prompt too! It's not a specific phrase this time, though. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use the meaning of your name in a poem. What does your name mean? And why should we care? Make us care. Or make us apathetic. Whatever, it's your poem (and your name), write it however you like.
words-and-pictures-fill-south-santiam-hall
Second, the Words and Pictures book is coming along much faster than I had originally expected. In fact there are tentative plans in the works to order a couple of dozen or so books and throw a book-signing party sometime before the end of the term. More on that as it gets worked out.
Third, the Cherry Blossom Picnic (Hanami) is this Friday. I still don't know what that means. The poetry club has submitted at least a handful of haiku and tanka for the event (not that I know what they're going to be used for). As for the precise time and place, I don't know that either; though word on the street has it that it'll be in the courtyard around lunch-time-ish. (Failing that, check the DAC.)
Fourth, oh yeah, we have a new prompt too! It's not a specific phrase this time, though. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to use the meaning of your name in a poem. What does your name mean? And why should we care? Make us care. Or make us apathetic. Whatever, it's your poem (and your name), write it however you like.
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