Finish your first poem; email it to me when it is complete, and begin working on the second poem, which will be due next Tuesday, Oct. 30. Also, as we talked about in class, start thinking about imagery and words associated with your sense of smell: memories, places, people that go with a particular scent or multiple scents. You don't have to start writing a poem, but start formulating ideas and thinking about words that could capture those memories and experiences associated with one or more particular scents. As we mentioned in class, don't neglect verbs related to smell.
Also, for posterity's sake, here are the exquisite corpses that you developed in class.
Exquisite Corpse 1, Oct. 19, 2018
(with thanks to Theodore Roethke's "Where Knock Is Open Wide" for the first two lines)
Once upon a tree
I came upon a time
As green as leaves can be
As long as golden twine
and I stood there waiting
for the sun divine
to come out and shine
like a clock
running on endless time
tick tock went the leaves,
the tree began to chime
I felt like time was nothing
but a fine line that stood out and shined.
But soon the green will fade
And time be antique
Those sands turn all to sand
Exquisite Corpse 2, Oct. 19, 2018
(with thanks to Hugh MacDiarmid's "Crystals Like Blood" for the first two lines)
I remember how, long ago, I found
Crystals like blood in broken stone.
They sparkled and glittered in the morning sun
the crack in the rock like split skin.
Over time, I've learned to forget,
forget where I was. Good
riddance, those incandescent stories,
stories about those accidents,
to me as salt to a strip-flesh wound
burning the flesh on contact
crystalizing skin to stone
like rusting metal
piercing through a soft surface.
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