Showing posts with label 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge. Show all posts

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Bitten by the Collage Bug

Last Saturday, I presented my Sliced and Diced Collage Poetry workshop to Bellingen Writers Group at the gorgeous venue, North Farm. I have posted photos from the workshop on my Write on Track blog, but since the workshop, I have been constructing collage poems again.  Not only did I get the participants excited about the process, I re-ignited my own collaging bug.

Since the workshop, I have created 8 new collage poems. 

 My desk has been littered with runaway words and other words trying to seek a home on a piece of cardboard.



And there was a reason why I excavated my dining room table last week.   So I can collage and each poem can percolate exactly as long as it needs to...


A few years ago, I attempted a 365 days of collage poetry challenge - it lasted a month before it fizzled out. But there were a couple of things that hampered the project. 
1. My Virgo partner - who wasn't very impressed by runaway words, cut outs and half-constructed poems everywhere. 
2. my beautiful cat, Dorkus, who was impressed and liked to contribute - in not always a constructive way.

Sadly Dorkus is no longer around to mess up my half-constructed poems, and bless them with his cat hair,  and the partner became an ex-partner last year, so he can no longer grumble about any kind of creative mess I make.

Have scissors, will cut.  
Have glue, will stick. 
Have imagination, will create. 
Have life, will have fun.

With 8 or more poems in progress on the dining room table, I may re-commit to a 365 day challenge. I'll see how it goes over the next few weeks - stay tuned to see what the bug may bring...

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Long time, no collage

It's been a long time between collages...




but with Jen back in town and the Byron Bay Writers Festival to renew our mojo, new collage poetry was created.



Because Nicky, the main character in my story Diary of the Future creates collage poetry, I have been aiming to create poems that relate to teenage life. So I created the following about a teenage party:



Grin and party
Hot new hook-ups
Touchy-feely french kiss
too much to drink
spirals out of control
Let your lips do the
Slurring, staggering
The party is over
Everybody
Forget


I didn't create the next one to be part of the teenage theme, but as I posted it to the blog, I realised that there was a natural progression in themes. Hee hee! Actually, I'd created the next one, because I was amazed at how many times the word 'pregnant' had turned up in my box of words. And 'pregnant and paranoid'? I just had to use that.


not pregnant
pregnant!
you're pregnant?
PREGNANT AND PARANOID
too stunned to speak
the horror

I'm hoping that this new spurt of collaging will result in a renewal in the desire to collage. As I said, I want a number of poems that will fit in with Diary of the Future, and with the news that lulu.com now has a printer in Australia, a combined anthology featuring poems from both Jen and I is a real possibility.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

#1 of 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

Okay, I decided to start afresh. See if I really can go 365 days straight with collage poetry. My head is back in my novel in progress, Diary of the Future. I attended a writing workshop on the weekend and received very encouraging feedback. I have a deadline in a month's time for a contest, so my mind is now with Nicky and her best friend Mel, boyfriend who needs to be renamed, and his ex- Sonya Scrag.

Nicky is a collage poet. She carries bags of words to school with her and makes collage poems at lunch time. I want to include some collage poetry in the novel. This may be one of them:

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran

Teenage public spat
clueless girls dishing it out
performing for public attention
dirty tricks claws are out
Gossiping, snooping, gloating
much of it jealous dead air
a shortage of class
fashion competition
got nothin' to wear
damned silly ostracism

Monday, May 07, 2007

What do I do?

So now I've had a break in the proceedings with the last collage poem on 1st May - what do I do?

Do I start the 365 Days again from today? (yes, I have a poem to post!)


Or do I try to catch up for the missing days?

Comments and suggestions would be appreciated.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Pieces of you: #31 of the 365 day collage poetry challenge

I'm in a dark mood today, dark stuff is appearing on the page but before you rush me off to the therapist, I only connect with murder on paper. My sympathy in the following poem is with the victim, and the people she left behind. In fact, I have no idea of who the perpetrator is -- that's probably why I don't write crime novels.


But I have a point to make. The kneejerk reaction of arresting students after handing in essays on violence is crazy. In the first play I wrote when I was 14, I killed off all but two characters (and they were robots) because I didn't know how else to end it. Hey, it worked for Shakespeare! In a later adult version, the two robots became a sexy android and she allowed one of the characters to live to be become her partner.


Teenagers write black brooding soul-tormented angst-ridden prose and poetry. It does not mean that they are going to act on these feelings or their creative urges. So guys, do some research before throwing them in the lock-up! One of them might be a budding Stephen King.


So I think my mood is because I passed a milestone today. 7 years in the one job - who would've thought it?

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran


bloody female body becomes

today's news



pieces of

you on the street


difficult to recognise you

with your

demon makeover


shattered fragile beauty


brutally murdered


terror and the city



girl we've lost you

Monday, April 30, 2007

Unveiling Torment: #30 of the 365 Day Collage poetry challenge

Well, I've made it to the end of the first month of 365 days of collage poetry. 30 days, 30 poems, some better than others. My favourites so far have been I said No and Myth of Fear. I quite like today's poem too, most of it composed on my desk at work.

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran


Unveiling Torment
will never end


This dark world
of his own imagination
has taken on a life of its own.


Threatening
subversive
undiminished
desire


The enemy within
all the time
slowly revving up...

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Nasty Guy: DAy 28 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge


Copyright 2007 Diane Curran



Smart.

Wild at heart

Inconvenient


That's

THE NASTY GUY

challenge

every time


Seeing

for

yourself


you

need to retire

that

obsession

Friday, April 27, 2007

Living Dead Sidekicks: 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge #27


Copyright 2007 Diane Curran



Off-duty

Living dead sidekicks

in the driver's seat



Living it up

impulsive

partying,

cringe-making

screaming



headin' for

catastrophe



Yep, they're still doing it

Thursday, April 26, 2007

Get Rich Quick Scheme: Day 26 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

My drawer of words is like a lucky dip. I draw out a few and a theme starts revealing itself within the first few phrases. And every day is different. Today I take a shot at all those get-rich-quick schemes in cyberspace, in the real world, those prosperity seminars that will share all their secrets with you, and the emails relegated to your spam folder. Over and over, we are bombarded with the message that we can have it all. Just sign up here...

P.S Jen, thanks for the black paper!

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran
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WELCOME
to your 100% reality-based
GET-RICH-QUICK
SCHEME


An exclusive invitation
just for you
and all your friends


Don't wait
take a look
we dare you
register your preference
get into it
tell a friend


Forget work
within the first few seconds...
End destructive patterns
within the first minute...
Start living
within 3 minutes...


Ever wondered why it's a crock
We nearly always believe old wives' tales.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Catch-up Collage Poem: Fairytales

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran


This is the catch-up poem - Number 25 since I started the challenge.
Almost a what-if the CSI stumbled across a fairytale scenario?

Welcome to the fictional world
Nothing to See Here


A Princess
Hero
wicked stempmother
fairy queen
the villain


Shoes
Mirror
Apple
poisoned chalice


supernatural
character analysis -
murder investigation


It could only happen in fairytales


Collage Poetry Recipe: 365 Day collage poetry challenge

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran
The original collage poem recipe
cut-out ingredients
misplaced words
leftovers
recycled language
A dash of truth
A pinch of fantasy
stir up build it
Add something unexpected
Words hit their mark
no matter what happens
the language is sumptious
individual
infused with
creative nourishment

someone asked me how i do my collage the other day, so it got me thinking about my technique (if that's what you call it.) Sometimes I'll have a couple going at once. I'd like to have a dedicated surface so I could leave collages in progress out. However my cat believes that any flat surface is available to him and he makes the most of it. As it is, he has been sitting on a bunch of words today after I finished this poem.

Anyway, by thinkng about how the collage happens, I came up with 'the collage recipe.'

I'm a day behind with the collage at this point. Ironically, i had the day off work yesterday, and I didn't do a collage. I was having caffeine-withdrawal headaches, threatening to become a migraine and I ended up going to bed early.

I wonder if there's such a thing as collage block because that's probably what I'm going through right now. I will catch up.


Monday, April 23, 2007

Human Prologue - #23 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge


Copyright 2007 Diane Curran
Introducing the authentic
human
prologue


Ancient & modern
myths
unfold


survival
against all the odds.


Woman
worshipped in art through the ages


shackled
changed
rekindled


revolution at last!

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Eavesdropping- #22 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

I'm up to Day 22 of the challenge to create a new collage poem every day, and after another trip to Bookfest yesterday where I could fill a green shopping bag with $10 full of books and magazines, I now have plenty of source material.


Copyright 2007 Diane Curran
Eavesdropping
on the
moon and stars
We've had to wait for
noises from space
Caterwauling
we want you
and your body
Are you ready?
Tomorrow's world
won't
hurt
a bit.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Desperately Seeking: #21 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

Years ago, I advertised in ther personals. First time was with my best friend - we advertised together and double-dated - we figured it was safer that way. Two weeks in a row we went to the same teppanyaki restaurant with different guys. The teppanyaki chefs noticed and commented that we were with different fellas the second week.


The next time I got brave and advertised by myself. I think I went on about twenty dates, after eliminating all the strange ones and old, old guys. It was fun. It was tiring. But in the end, it seemed very superficial. I did meet some nice guys but the ones that I thought were really nice didn't reciprocate. I can't imagine how you could know you want to speed some time with someone after five minutes of speed dating.

Strangely enough, about a year after that expirement, I met my partner through an ad. This time, I was advertising for a flatmate. After a few dud applicants (there's some really strange people out there and I think some were just casing the joint over the phone), he rang, we spoke, he came and looked at the flat and moved in. Three months later we were in a relationship. Obviously I need the slow build-up.

So here's a poem about personal ads:


Copyright 2007 Diane Curran



Desperately Seeking Someone
Read Between the lines



decode your desires
to find a partner



nobody's perfect, but



don't stay home
get into the mood
start a conversation
speak to new people


try before
you buy


breaking the love rules


romance
worth waiting for

Friday, April 20, 2007

Metaphysical Swingers Club - #20 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

Day 20 of the 365 Collage Poetry Challenge and I seem to have stepped into strange territory:

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran


Evening,
Come in,
To the METAPHYSICAL
swingers club!


all the way dinner partires have
anything you want


The near-naked truth
spiced with
the older woman
sex merry-go-round


Be as brave as you dare.



I wonder what sort of people would frequent the Metaphysical swingers club?

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Why: #18 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

The following collage poem is dedicated to the teachers and students at Virginia Tech, who lost their lives, who were injured or terrorised in yesterday's shooting.

I'll never understand what goes on in the head of the perpetrator, what could bring someone to inflict so much pain. Does he feel less pain as a result? Only because he then shot himself. But you have to ask why these gunman don't leave the innocent victims in peace and apply the first bullet to themselves instead of the last?

The questions of 'Why' would still remain but not spoken with as much angst as is currently gripping the world.

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran

WHY

what went on inside his head

could this really be

how many murdered

FEAR

in ordinary

life

When love turns violent...

WHY

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Myth of Fear: #17 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

This is the poem I started last night. The final joining words finished it off this afternoon. One for the madness that is the war in Iraq.

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran


Finally, the planet
abandoning its
DRAMAS of religion.
paying attention to an already distorted situation.


A common dilemma
Name-caling Name of God Dropping
Hate Crime
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.


Choose responsibilities
Or simply act now.


Discover what we have in common.
Oddly enough,
It's the Myth of FEAR

Monday, April 16, 2007

Legends: #16 of the 365 Day Collage Poetry Challenge

I am so tired. Why? it's 5 minutes to midnight, I have Mondayitis, andI've been working hard to make sure that I would post tonight (against a background of Desperate Housewives, half an hour of Brothers and Sisters and Wilfred). So much for getting to bed early. There are still words spread all over the lounge. The cat decided to plonk himself on my lap while I was collaging but that was uncomfortable for me. Later he sat on the lounge behind me and looked at the words with disdain. But with so many words floating around, I already have a head start on tomorrow's poem. In fact if I glue the words down now, I could post it after midnight. Nah, I need sleep instead.

Copyright 2007 Diane Curran
Once they were very famous
day and night
She had known him through the centuries,
literary metaphor,
the stuff legends are made of
splitting the atom
up on his doorstep
Another great work of art
Now someone mourns the goddess
lost forever
Back with a vengeance -
Will it be a reunion of demigods,
mythology back to life