Next Monday, the 17th of May, I get to grip the wheel of TFE's poetry bus for the day. So I thought I'd better leave what I'm thinking of, out for ye to think of.
"I got down on my knees and smelled the new linoleum..."
Start with that line and see where you go with a poem - this line should give you somewhere to go using longer lines, and that's what I'm interested in seeing you develop, nice long lines: think Walt Whitman, Allen Ginsberg, Sinead Morrissey... the Bible
Simples. (I can't make that sucky/squeaky sound those meerkats make...)
You know the drill - leave a comment below if you're contributing and I'll come and look and post your link in my post next Monday - ding, ding, ding!
Nicely one innit peeps. Me mind is all of a whizzbang already. Tangkly B!
ReplyDeleteGood shtuff, good shtuff :)
ReplyDeleteBut the only poem of Ginsberg's that I like is Howl, and how am I going to get a Howler out of lino?
ReplyDeleteHmm.
Maybe a nice Psalm. Well, I'll be back.
Oooooh - vury interesting. I'll be back! . .
ReplyDeleteOoh, this is interesting! See ya Monday!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was in college I made my roommate give me a line every day so I could write a poem for my creative writing class. One of the lines she gave me spawned a poem that won a prize! It was a one off - I pretty much stopped REALLY writing after college.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to see what I come up with using this line!
EO, that's half the challenge, isn't it? I look forward to seeing what you come up with :)
ReplyDeleteIn fact, I look forward to seeing all the poems... *rubs hands together briskly*
Strangely compelling...
ReplyDeleteBut I don't think I want to know where this prompt came from. Oh bollocks. Yes, I do, I do! Any chance you're gonna favor us?
mHmmmm.
ReplyDeletemethinks this one requires a couple of beers first...
Lino, eh? Now formica I might have managed...
ReplyDeleteI just CANNOT resist a poem with the word 'linoleum' in it ... 'linoleum' and I go way back ... (I hope I can remember to contribute on Monday).
ReplyDeleteahhhh.. the smell of linoleum!... sure where would ye be goin?!...
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Okay Barbara Girl! My poem is up!
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Sounds like I'll have a lot of linking to be doing, well done Jeanne Iris, I will pop that into Monday's post.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear the rest of you are intrigued. I will tell you where the line comes from on Monday, of course!
Keep on thinking :)
Lino... I'll have a think.
ReplyDeleteOk, I'm done now - and ended up going an entirely different direction than I thought I would. Love it when that happens!
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Poem duly posted. (The alter ego asked if I could write this week's as he is up to his eyeballs and I've nothing else to do but sit on an egg):
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Having read none of the above writers, I've gone my own way (sorry!) I suspect my effort is not particularly Ginsberg-esque...
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Ah now, that's it written, and I'll post it on Monday.
ReplyDeleteDidn't this used to be the MONDAY Poetry Bus? Oh well, mine's here.
ReplyDeleteBeebo. I'm on the bus but not the wagon. target="-blank"> HERE
ReplyDeletemine is up
ReplyDeleteI'm in! http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/2010/05/ineffable-scent-of-linoleum.html
ReplyDeleteI'm all aboard, Barbara.
ReplyDeleteHere: http://titusthedog.blogspot.com/2010/05/barbaras-bus-lino-cut.html
I'm on board http://emergingwriter.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-on-barbaras-poetry-bus.html
ReplyDeleteDhould have posted the poem yesterday. Just had a PC crash - nearly a fire - so may have lost it. Will know tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteVery interesting, this was quite a challenge. Mine will be up tomorrow morning! Thanks for the inspiration.
ReplyDeleteI didn't think I'd make it, B, but here I am. Couldn't keep away, it seems.
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on board now, ding ding!
ReplyDeleteGood to see all these responses coming in - whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, as an old boss of mine used to say.
ReplyDeleteThen there are those of us who don't even find the assignment until the night before it's due. Okay, I'll try to dream of linoleum tonight (or try not to dream of linoleum. It works for elephants, right?)
ReplyDeleteI'm up belting myself in.
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Done! Nice driving. I'm here
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Oh, dear. I tried. Something happened, though. My poem turned into a story - or the beginning of one, at any rate. I do apologize. (It's got long lines, though!) ;>)
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