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alee_grrl

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.

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poetree_admin

Have a poetry-related post or posts this week from your own journal/space that you'd like to share with the community? Comment on this thread with the link(s) and a brief description of you're linking to.

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zirconium

Some words seen around Vancouver...

*passes around chocolates from Rogers'*

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kaberett

Ooooh, lovely. Would you like me to make a transcript for people who Don't Images?

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zirconium

That would be great! Thank you!

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kaberett

I wrote a short poem called Fragility, and I wrote about talking about poetry: Poetry lets me speak intimately with strangers, to give only of myself what is given in return - and "only" and "wholly" are, after all, so very similar in shape. Small wonder, then, that stepping joyfully (so whole-hog, so whole-hearted) into intimate modes of communication makes intimacy of mind easier for me, and yet it is only now that I begin to realise it.

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raze

Content warning: Link 1 has graphic gore. Link 2 references depression.

I have been doing Bad Translator fiction prompts; I take a line of poetry or music, feed it through Bad Translator, and write a short ficlet based on the result. Today I used a prompt from my poem Bomb Proof. Bad Translator turned the lines: They call horses like that/"bomb proof" -/nothing phases them into They say that you do not need a bomb in a test phase. The result was a poem about depression inspiring a ficlet about a military practice bombing.

Edited Date: 2013-09-29 11:25 pm (UTC)

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poetree_admin

This is the thread for non-personal, i.e. 'general' poetry news. Submission deadlines for poetry-related 'zines, news re: poets from outside the comm, and so on.

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poetree_admin

If you have general feedback for

highlyeccentric and/or the admins on how this past week went, please leave it here by responding to this thread. We're always interested in figuring out what particular themes, formats, contents, etc. work well for people, and which need more tweaking to work better.

Edited Date: 2013-09-29 04:48 pm (UTC)

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poetree_admin

We're putting the spotlight in your hands. What caught your eye in this week's posts and comments? Shine a light on it and share it with others. Quotes from outside the comm also welcome.

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poetree_admin

Are you a member of

poetree? If you plan on hosting an online poetry event of some kind this week, feel free to let the admins know by PM or commenting on this thread, and we will post a short advertisement on your behalf to the comm when the event goes live.