To flood, with vowelling embrace,
a page agape at my pen’s impudence,
is to leave wounds of words upon its face,
carved with the sharp and flat of consonants.
Blood is ink dried in thirsty lines and margins,
annotated stanzas, editor’s cut and thrust.
All the while my stack of notebooks burgeons,
shrouded in poetry and dust.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to The Poetry School NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 12: Poem Beginning with a Line By…, also posting on dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Ars Poetica.
Today’s task is to write a poem beginning with a line by someone else. Ali says that there is a long tradition of these and they’re a good way of paying homage to a poet or poem you love, but they also work simply as a jumping off point to talk about something else entirely. Today’s example poems are ‘Poem beginning with two lines by André Breton‘ by Peter Sirr and Ross Gay’s ‘Poem Beginning With a Line Overheard in the Gym‘.
‘To flood, with vowelling embrace’ has been taken from ‘A New Song’ by Seamus Heaney.
Also shared at What’s Going On? on 17th April 2024.
Ah….good one! Especiall these words for me: “a page agape at my pen’s impudence,”
And oh my yes….I have a cupboard full of notebooks with poems, parts, ideas, scratch outs, scribbles, rhyme lists….kind of like a used auto shop except they’re each a “floor” of my used poetry shop! 🙂
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Thank you, Lill! The Poetry School’s poets are extremely critical and pull everything to pieces. They very rarely find nothing. So I was pleased that they didn’t tea anything off this one!
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This is really something Kim. A deep song from the poets locker and how interesting that blood and ink appear.Poetry and dust. Ancient bedfellows. Brilliant write.
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Thank you, Paul, and thanks for an inspirational prompt.
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I love this and the image, and that is how it was…writing them out endlessly to get the perfectly written end product……I still have some handwritten versions of old ghosts that I fancied might someday see the light…XXX
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Thank you, Alison! xxx
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I’d love to be able to flood, in vowelling embrace. I bet we all would.
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😊
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Most of my notebooks get lost. I get them onto the computer as fast as I can. I like this phrase: “leave wounds of words upon its face”.
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My notebooks are in a cabinet next to my desk. My writing is so bad now even I can’t always read it! I do ‘re same as you, Frank. Any words, phrases or lines I jot down are transferred to the laptop as soon as possible.
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Such Superb Writing! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you so much, Dorna. That poem surprised me!
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I love it. Your description of writing is very inspiring in itself! The sheet at the end tops it off.
dwight
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Love the starting point, which is a good process but the whole output is uniquely yours Kim ~ I used to keep notebooks too but now I just put them in draft mode of my blogs ~ Keep your notebooks but blow off the dust and share them someday ~ Take care ~
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Thank you, Grace. I do transfer my scribbles of ideas, words, phrases,lines, and even whole stanzas sometimes, to a Word file but I love the look and feel of a notebook and it’s handy to have one in case something pops into my head!
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“vowelling embrace” — wonderful!
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Heaney has a wonderful way with words – one of my favourite modern poets.
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TYPinG NoTeS uPoN A PagE
EacH KeY NotE SinGS
PerCuSSioN
MeLoDY
RhYthM
DanCinG
FReQUeNCiES
ViBRaTioNS SoNGS
At LEasT iT FeeLS anD
SounDS LiKE PoETRY
NarY iNsTRucTioNS BReaTHE..:)
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Now that’s retro and fabulous – a typewriter! I love the percussion of a typewriter! My laptop is too quiet – nobody believes I’m really writing.
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i must be
Pressing
The Keys
Too
Hard
And Fast..
For the Beat
Goes on and on..:)
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🙂
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This is gorgeous, and among its gorgeousness ‘a page gape at my pen’s impudence’ is one of the best lines I’ve read in ages!!
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Thank you so much!
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I’m glad somebody else has a collection of notebooks. Love this, love that image of the pen carving away.
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Thank you, Sarah. 😉
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Beautiful Kim- that last line- ‘shrouded in poetry and dust.’ Big sigh.
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Thank you so much, Linda!
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Words of a true poet. The process of letting the pain pour onto the page. The push and pull of artistic creation. I enjoy this very much.
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That’s very kind of you, Ali!
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Bravo, Kim! I feel guilty for enjoying the violence between pen and paper… with ink split across the battlefield. I wish I’d written this myself!
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Thank you, Viv, I am flattered! 🙂
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😊
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Awesome work!
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Thank you, Bekkie!
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I like how physical and visceral you made this, the making of a poem. It is not all hearts and butterflies as non-poets like to romanticize “writing poetry.” Personally, it’s rare that I ever even see one of those fluttering things. Great write, Kim!
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Thank you Amaya! How are you and baby doing?
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Great line – leave wounds of words upon its face – I love this and the way you walk through the poem. This is very well formed and works well.
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Thank you kindly, Alan.
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“a page agape at my pen’s impudence,” This is such a perfect line, Kim! And many would relate to the close too. Notebooks have their own stories too.
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Thank you so much, Sumana!
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I would love to peek into that stack of notebooks!
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I was looking through some of them today, Sherry, while I was spring cleaning my study. Most of my poems are on the computer now.
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I have stacks of dream journal/poetry. I have saved stuff written on pieces of papers and cocktail napkins. “vowelling embrace” is clever 🙂
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Thank you!
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These are my favorite lines from your poem, Kim:
“All the while my stack of notebooks burgeons,
shrouded in poetry and dust.”
I think many of us have such notebooks…Long live all of the stacks of poetry we all have! Smiles.
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Thank you, Mary!
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Ah yes, the impudence! I love that you include the notebooks–I totally relate to that. I particularly love the rhymes in this poem. They round it out to perfection!
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Thank you very much, Susan!
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“with vowelling embrace” Oh, I wish I had written that. I could have copied and pasted the entire poem…amazing writing
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Thank you so much, Susie!
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wounds from the sharp and flat of consonants… I like that image…
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Thank you, Rajani.
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I believe I have a similar stack of notebooks.
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I found some that I didn’t know I had the other day. Interesting reading.
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Magnificent, Kim, full of the force and thrust of a poet’s passion, editor’s discards and a “stack of notebooks” to bear witness. Love it.
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Thank you, Dora!❤
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A beautiful poem!!! thank you! annell
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Thank you very much, Annell!
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