She had seen the slow drip of smile
That didn’t quite match his face.
There was just too much something
In the nothing she saw in his eyes.
And she didn’t know why,
But she knew.
If anyone could be
A single use disposable douche,
He would be.
The slow drip of the frost melting
From the sun’s multiple car window reflective.
Two men on their front porch mourning
the apartment parking lot view respective.
The bones of a Tuesday morning
Taking turns on a half-drunk bottle perspective.
Writing is a mysterious thing that doesn’t happen all at once, and it seldom happen in the right order. Writing is a process of digging through your knowledge and life experience in an attempt to discover what it is you actually believe. In fact, writers often don’t even know how they think about their subject until they have finished writing about it. And most writing happens when you are rushing out the door in the morning, driving home from class at the end of a long day, or washing your hair in the shower. So always keep a notebook nearby to jot down your genius ideas before they evaporate back into dust they came from.
My poem, “Patella is Latin for Kneecap,” has been published on Spillwords.com. If you would like to read it, click here: https://spillwords.com/patella-is-latin-for-kneecap/
One of my flarf poems titled “Patella is Latin for Kneecap” has been accepted for publishing at Spillwords.com. They said they will contact me again in about a month to give me the date when my poem will be published.
I laid my head
On the ceramic floor tile or existence.
I am mechanism.
The flavor and the heartburn
This is a poem I wrote in April 2017 when everything I wrote was completely terrible. Somehow this poem came out comparatively good. At the time I had started experimenting with avantgarde poetry, but I had not yet figured out what makes a good avantgarde poem. I think much of my problem was that I didn’t know what made a good poem of any sort. Now, I have had much more practice at regular poems and crazy ones alike, and I feel like I have a better handle on how to write a poem and how to appreciate one.
If you want to, you can see the original post of this poem here: https://therichardbraxton.wordpress.com/2017/04/13/april-poem-13-napowrimo/
And if you want to compare it to the more terrible poems I wrote in April of 2017, you can do that here: https://therichardbraxton.wordpress.com/2017/04/page/2/
Nictitate: The type of word you use when you want people to break out the dictionary and then be mad you didn’t just say ‘blink.’
Who’s fault? My fault?? And why do you gotta call me an ass?!
You know, maybe, it was yo’ ass fault.
Generally, people-selves who pursue Pure word-smasher degrees
love to find the clock-power to think Through the word-quilts we read.
Often don’t spend think-juice searching Soul-crushers word-smashers can work
Leaving word-smashers in the wind Working for soul-crusher boss-jerks.
People-selves=us or we
Word-smasher=English Literature degree or English Literature major
Keening is the practice of combining two words to create a poetic replacement for a noun. It is a very old practice dating back to Anglo-Saxon poetry and possibly even before that. A good example is from the epic, Beowulf: instead of writing ‘ocean’ the poem uses the word ‘whale-road.’ But even though it is an ancient practice, people still do it today, but the most widespread use of keening is in vulgar insults where instead of using a person’s name, you might use a word such as dick-head, ass-face, or douche-nozzle. If you want to learn more about keening or any other poetry term, you can check out the Glossary of Poetic Terms at Poetry Foundation here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms?letter=K
Beowulf also used a form of poetry where lines were separated by cesuras that were marked by alliteration. I added the extra spaces between the alliterated words as a way to mark the cesuras a little better because this is not something we expect in our poetry anymore. I did use rhyme at the end of the lines although Beowulf and other early examples of English poetry did not use rhyme.
And I am sure I will blog a blog
Stippled and styled
As people and paper predict.
I will report my reporting
From time to time
Breaking time broken time
As people and practice permit.
I am blogging my blog,
A way of wasting and waiting
While my broken time
Peeks through pepper backed piles
Of job listings I want to submit.
Trying and tasting
The experience of waiting
Over fresh graduates.
I decided to revisit the first post I ever wrote on WordPress in order to exploit it for any possible poetic possibilities. I have taken out some of the sentences with interesting sonic possibilities and added a little spice to get this poem. If you are interested to see what I thought I was going to do with this page, you can check it out here: https://therichardbraxton.wordpress.com/2015/05/19/hello-world/