Okay I'm just now getting around to reading/commenting on other threads and man there's some good stuff here. #7 is too real. I also like the line "sea breeze, hold the salt". And #6 made me laugh.
"You do ill if you praise, but worse if you censure, what you do not understand." Leonardo Da Vinci
#15 the plague years marked time in rain and ignored alarm clocks in a dance kept falling out of time [the conductor’s drunk, and percussion left leaving a spattering of winds and strings who forgot how each other breathes]
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#18 the cat forgot for a moment that he’s really a dog and spent half the night sprawled in a box on a high table hidden from passing cars (but slitted so he could spy on the world)
#19 the plague years i think nostalgia for people has set in
and i do not like people.
it’s been three weeks since i last went to work and it was normal (the frantic energy of the first week right as isolation was ordered was not) and i almost miss people.
***Under the Responsibility of S.P.E.W.*** (Sadistic Perplexion of Everyone's Wits)
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Mesh, I always love reading your NaPo threads, but this year I especially appreciate seeing you putting words to the weird mix of feelings that come with *waves at the world* all this. Reading these as a collection, the repeated line "the plague years" really starts to stick with me. #19! "nostalgia for people"! Boy is that exactly what I have right now.
As a side note, I really like that you share your false starts and alternate variations - after all, NaPo isn't about perfection, and it's really interesting to see the hands behind the curtain on someone else's poetry - not to mention that even if they're false starts they still sound good!
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I'm up to like 37 or something (I wrote a bunch of two-liners, yo, and need to like. make sure they are mostly coherent-ish), so here, have a few.
Spoiler! :
#24 the plague years sometimes i wonder at what i never learned and if a millennia of tradition and scholarship has been distilled into a love of learning without the history to bolster the sacred art of argument
#25 spring exists in contradictions of sun and shadow, relief from pain (pollen destroys peace) found only in rain.
#26 the plague years diaspora means i’ll never know how many cousins i’ve lost (or were never born)
#27 the plague years there’s this terrible line that makes the rounds, asking “what’s your inter-generational trauma” (pogrom, on both sides, with a side-helping of goyish hate; how to not know what part of yourself you’re supposed to love or hate in one easy step) and how many generations removed you must be before you stop asking yourself which friend would hide you and start wondering which one would turn you in (or turn on you)
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Medieval Lit! Come here to find out who Chaucer plagiarized and translated - and why and how it worked in the late 1300s.
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