Daily Poetics

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

Link: Poesia dorsale - page 3.

Poems written from the arrangement of book titles ... "Poetry Backbone"

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"Putting books one above the other so that the titles will concatenino to form verses. This is done 'poetry backbone.' It is called so because it comes from the backs of books, not by titles. The difference is only visual, because he invented a graphic designer and photographer, Silvano Belloni. What has not had the inspiration pensandoci up, but setting a shelf crowded with books. The journalist Antonella Ottolina was in love the idea and gave life composing the poems backbones. For example: when you're part of me, myself and only you, can I no longer walk. Tell someone you are here. I want to scream the voiceless first steps that poetry is a poem composed by dorsal 8 books that have no relevance gender, only for cases, all signed by Italian authors. These are the headlines: when camilla carrara (new authors 2006) part of me six of raffaella bedini (anagram 2007) and I you only stefano of aroldi (new authors 2007) not rie"

Title Quote: E.M. Forster

No Maps ...

Link: Keep Calm Ltd » Get Lost.

"Each of these stunning prints have been hand letterpressed by Doug, directly onto old maps of the UK! The diversity of these maps and the printing method combined means that each print is truly unique."

"And all the names of the tribes, the nomads of faith who walked in the monotone of the desert and saw brightness and faith and colour. The way a stone or found metal box or bone can become loved and turn eternal in a prayer. Such glory of this country she enters now and becomes part of. We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on my body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography-to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience. All I desired was to walk upon such an earth that had no maps." -Michael Ondaatje

And so we turn the page over / To think of starting. This is all there is.

Link: open source poetry.

OPEN SOURCE POETRY

"Generate poems are assembled from words parsed from submitted lines. Associations between these words are collected and a 20 line poem is generated by perusing these associations. Admittedly, the results are sketchy, but quite often surprising. Since these associations are built from the collective choices of numerous poets, in theory, the essence of poetry lies in these very associations. So inevitably, there are three or four lines that are down right impressive."

title quote: John Ashberry

 

And suddenly I heard them cry aloud as they beat,  "We are seeking! - we are seeking! - we are seeking!"  and the broken barrel organ at the street corner sobbed, "The Beautiful! - the Beautiful! - the Beautiful!" And my heart, which had been dead, cried out with every throb, "Love! - Truth! - the Beautiful! - the Beautiful!"

-Olive Schreiner, Dreams

The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.

Link: It's Nice That.

"The results of an extensive exploration with shadows, the One Day Poem Pavilion demonstrates the poetic, transitory, site-sensitive and time-based nature of light and shadow. Using a complex array of perforations, the pavilion’s surface allows light to pass through creating shifting patterns, which–during specific times of the year–transform into the legible text of a poem. The specific arrangements of the perforations reveal different shadow-poems according to the solar calendar: a theme of new-life during the summer solstice, a reflection on the passing of time at the period of the winter solstice. The time-based nature of the poem–and the visitor’s time-based encounters with it–allow viewers to have different experiences either seeing a stanza of the poem or getting the whole poem. All of these possible experiences are equally valuable and have meanings unique to the individual. This technique has the potential for producing particular effects and meanings within an architectural environment. Without the use of a source of power other than the sun, this project uses light and shadow to push the boundaries of communication and experiential delight." -One Day Poem Pavilion by Jiyeon Song

Title Quote: Robert Penn Warren

Love. Love. Love.

Mornings on Bourbon Street by Tennessee Williams

He knew he would say it. But could he believe it again?

He thought of the innocent mornings on Bourbon Street, of the sunny courtyard and the iron lion’s head on the door.

He thought of the quality light could not be expected to have again after rain,

the pigeons and drunkards coming together from under the same stone arches, to move again in the sun’s faint mumble of benediction with faint surprise.

He thought of the tall iron horseman before the Cabildo, tipping his hat so gallantly towards old wharves, the mist of the river beginning to climb about him.

He thought of the rotten-sweet odor of Old Quarter had, so much like a warning of what he would have to learn.

He thought of belief and the gradual loss of belief and the piercing together of something like it again.

But, oh, how his blood had almost turned in color when once, in response to a sudden call from a window, he stopped on a curbstone and first thought,

Love, Love, Love.

Language is fossil poetry...

Poetry Nightstand

"The leitmotif of books was used for creating this design. The nightstand looks like a pile of randomly superimposed books. There are four drawers.." -comunistar

Title Quote: Ibid.

For just when ideas fail, a word comes in to save the situation.

Link: Recycled Words via NotCot

"I rescue, salvage, and recycle other people’s words.

Browsing through garage sales, street markets and used bookstores I search for interesting, preferably discarded, old books. When I find a good candidate I explore every page.  Like an archeologist I hunt for the words that speak to me with new meaning. Intuitively, one word at a time, they turn into a kind of haiku or philosophical poetry that I can call my own.

At some unpredictable point along the way, in my mind, the images start to invent themselves. Using colored vellums, graphite and or India ink to highlight or obscure my words; I create the image of that invention. Though I strive to make each document visually engaging I find it is the words that I value most.

The majority of this work comes from several different copies of The Essays of Ralph Waldo Emerson printed from 1887 to 1927. Something about working with these pages quietly reminds me that a part of our culture is about recycling ideas."   -Will Ashford

Title Quote: Goethe

I cannot become modest; too many things burn in me; the old solutions are falling apart; nothing has been done yet with  the new ones. So I begin, everywhere at once, as if I had a century ahead of me.
-Canetti

I feel that something vast and mysterious is at stake, something known only to me, important only to me.

Quote: Jean Martine