Category Archives: Found

#GloPoWriMo 2018 23 – unicorno

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anarchica apposta
metrica per libertà
ingenui i nostri libri
i lettori e poeti

lettera metrica
qualcuna di domenica
perfetta di vista.

la poesia ha sempre una sua utilità

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#GloPoWriMo 2018 4 – e oggi facciamo English

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ecco il giallo per fare
il sole
così lo porto alla mamma
ed è bello.

io ho fatto il yellow
il rosa e il blue
perché piove ma dopo
c’è il sole.

il mio tempo preferito
è il drago
perchè la Viola è coraggiosa

e sono io la scala mobile
e non voglio fare il marrone
e oggi sei ritornato da noi

(found poem with bits of a kids’ English lesson)

#GloPoWriMo 2017 12 – decostruzione

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ore 17.15, pomeriggio, caldo
garage, fresco, ancora umido
bicicletta, catenaccio, lucchetto
chiavi, cancello, salita
pedale, ruota, pista ciclabile
discesa, risalita, curva
vento, moscerini, occhiali da sole
uomo con aquilone, coppia con cane
coppia con cane, amici con pizza
cane senza coppia, lingue su gelato
gomma, strada, auto che non si ferma
pedale, pedale, piede, asfalto
stradina, muri gialli, tavolino
gelato, gelato, gelato, pizza
cane, cane, bicicletta, palazzo
angolo, bicicletta, cane, gelato
auto, auto, auto, pedone, gatto
strada, strisce, frenata, piede
catenaccio, bicicletta, lucchetto
caldo, pomeriggio, ore 17.30

Glitch

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our demons
our demons can’t
can’t kill us
our demons
starve the ego
and fly
by night our demons fly
only by night

between two points
(on my watch)
drive it
(on my watch)
drive it like
(take to the night)
drive it like you stole it
take to the night

bad wings can’t
kill us
can’t carry the sun
(I need my memory back)
and we swarm
we starve
we can’t
can’t kill
fly

keep
to the beat
keep
to the heart
keep
control
feed
control the feed
feed
the heart

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 18 – Sith Happens

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All I hear are the sounds of lightsabers.
The Dark Side is around us,
but we do serve your kind here.

When shit was real
the Sith lived in peace –
only imaginary battles.

N’hésitez pas à dénoncer auprès de l’Empire
do not hesitate to report to the Empire
the range in generations of people
falling in love with the new suit.

How much lost at the hands+
of a Jedi Princess?
There are no words to
ingest, transform, analyze
one of my all time favorites:
pink Chewbacca.

Así se ven los protagonistas
So the protagonists are
also still on a nerd-high
and I must ask all of you:
do or do not?
(There is no try.)

[Fragments taken from the #StarWars feed on Twitter.]

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 12 – Glimpses

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A motor-bike revs by the new flats.
I could look back and see…

The snake-hipped man sitting with the old woman
come to slake their fantastic lust –
scattering in all directions, at their wits’ end,
smiling mysteriously at the dead man.
(His silence was only another form of grief.)

Stood with my back to the sink,
I wish I might digress and tell you more.

[Found poem created by summing the alphanumeric values of ‘realism’ (=77), and choosing a line from that page of each novel on the module I’m teaching at UEA.]

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 10 – Stuck

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I long for the summer.

You’ll follow where I go
knowing I will find
the chance to go back.

I try to do it myself,
I want to see and
let the words fall out.

I long for the summer.

I’ve just got to go,
another colour turns to grey
and I have to take it.

Just like you,
I am aware that
there’s no one left to blame.

There’s no one left to blame.
I’m walking away
now I truly realise

I long for the summer.

[Found poem. Each line is chosen from a song obtained by googling the previous line. When stuck in a circle, repeat the first line.]

NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 4 – Just About

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Cram for a test,
cause sluggishness and
break for 10 minutes.

Prepare for school:
is it that time again already?
Make only general purchases.

Break the procrastination
but keep putting it off?
Make a bet with your family.

Find out your IQ –
open other doors
with a good approximation.

Improve your memory:
points of most techniques
use the acronym ‘HOMES’.

Get your child to
mention harassed staff
– a clue to its desirability.

Help your child
try on everything
through the local buildings.

Network effectively;
the Doggy Olympics
are just the tip.

Get out of debt.
Throw away the pieces.
Many are Free.

[A found poem made up by flitting between the pages of How To do Just About Everything (M&S 2008), using a pattern based on the value of the word ‘Saturday’ (A=1, B=2, etc); the last stanza is the sum of the letters (160).]

NaPoWriMo Day 11 – Findings

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But is it —?
Is the question of knowledge
of the first definition of literature.
It could be a laundry list,
her recipes wouldn’t be,
moving through historically
would be the question
not the matter of reading:
only certain things are admitted.

You’ve also got this word literary
which doesn’t get you very far
but an automatic selection:
this person has literature,
do you have French?
This weasel word literary,
the realm of letters or books,
two is the process
three is the product;
but the question you’re burning to ask,
educated to a certain level,
being told what’s good
in the particular generation –
it would exclude poetry.
If someone’s gone through the trouble
– may I pass round,
shall we just talk through
(rather – jolly good)
(and yes yes).

A spiritual offering:
the depth of a shopping list
if it’s about to launch.
It starts out with we
it can swallow other
fifteen minutes,
you don’t get that in
whole sets of
judgement of the
criteria of the
familiar.

The reveal:
a property, how we read it,
we can find elements;
today we would not,
conventionally.
The product of labour
presented as a question:
is it literature.

Does it make sense? Not that much, really, but still a lot more than I expected. This is a found poem, based on overheard bits of today’s UEA Café Conversation, titled ‘But is it Literature?’. Much as the session itself, the poem ends at the beginning, inevitably.

NaPoWriMo Day 7 – Symptoms

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As I have developed a cold, I’m being fuzzier than usual.
So I asked Russell J Turner to remind me how to write a Googleseed poem, alt-found-poetry, to help me out with today’s challenge.

These are his guidelines:

Googleseed process

0) Choose a seed phrase/title/first line in any way you see fit
1) Feed that into Google search
2) Go to the first suggested page and pick a phrase from that page for the next line
3) Feed that phrase into Google
4) Repeat until looping occurs (i.e you get sent back to the same page)

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This is my offering for today.

There is no cure for the common cold,
but there’s technology to make things like iPads.
I have finally found a device that could:
I was so impressed that I bought another, full price.
Was amazed how good the picture was
but it’s only the latter that is interesting.

The temple is a place where we can find peace –
peace is a common thing.
A thing for me? It is a common thing.
A common thing.

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As a bonus, here’s a screenshot of the first search, a found poem in itself.
symptoms