Definition

One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.

Thursday, June 22, 2017

Literary Excursions with Kerry ~ Metafiction

Greetings to all friends and poets. I continue, with this challenge, to give more focus to the skill of using literary devices , with particular interest in those developed during the modern and post-modern time-frame.

Reading a Book
James Tissot
Fair Use


Metafiction is a narrative technique and a genre of fiction, wherein a fictional work (novel, film, play, poem, etc.) self-consciously draws attention to being a work of imagination, rather than a work of non-fiction. Metafiction poses critical questions about the relation between fiction and reality, usually by applying irony and self-reflection. As a genre, metafiction is comparable to presentational theatre, which continually reminds the audience that they are viewing a play; metafiction continually reminds the reader to be aware that he or she is reading a fictional work. [Continue reading HERE] It became prominent in the 1960s with the publication of such novels as Thomas Pynchon's The Crying of Lot 49 and Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse-Five.



Instead of making this idea seem very difficult to contemplate, I hope that we can have some fun with it. Take a good look at the means by which we write poetry (and why we do it) and approach it from a slightly different angle. Truth be told, anything goes.




Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden...


Greetings to all poets, wanderers, those who have lost and found their way...

Do you have thoughts to share, ideas you wish to release into the wild or a world view to express? You have come to the right place. It is the day you get to choose, your theme and intention in writing. Please link up your poem, old or new, and hang around with some of the finest poets in the blogosphere.




Saturday, June 17, 2017

Micro Poetry ~ Dark Emeralds

Greetings to all!
Today is the day we put the "mini' back into the Sunday Mini-Challenge, and return to the option of form poetry. The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred.

Emerald Cave
Morakot, Thailand

The Jewel


There is this cave 
In the air behind my body 
That nobody is going to touch: 
A cloister, a silence 
Closing around a blossom of fire. 
When I stand upright in the wind, 
My bones turn to dark emeralds. 

James Wright



This weekend, our frame of reference is "Dark Emeralds" - from the final line of this poem by James Wright.
I look forward to reading a number of short poems, from Saturday through to Monday. The link does not expire, so please feel free to write more than one poem, and a return to comment on poems linked later would be appreciated.


Thursday, June 15, 2017

Of Insomnia and Sleep

"A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness." - Marcel Proust



Dante Gabriel Rossetti was born 12 May 1828 in London. He divided his attention between painting and poetry and founded the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, which sought to introduce new forms of thematic seriousness, high coloration, and attention to detail into contemporary British art. As I was reading some of Rossetti's poetry, I came across "Insomnia", a poem that completely blew me away.

Insomnia 


Thin are the night-skirts left behind 
By daybreak hours that onward creep, 
And thin, alas! the shred of sleep 
That wavers with the spirit's wind: 
But in half-dreams that shift and roll 
And still remember and forget, 
My soul this hour has drawn your soul 
A little nearer yet. 

Our lives, most dear, are never near, 
Our thoughts are never far apart, 
Though all that draws us heart to heart 
Seems fainter now and now more clear. 
To-night Love claims his full control, 
And with desire and with regret 
My soul this hour has drawn your soul 
A little nearer yet. 

Is there a home where heavy earth 
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain, 
Where water leaves no thirst again 
And springing fire is Love's new birth? 
If faith long bound to one true goal 
May there at length its hope beget, 
My soul that hour shall draw your soul 
For ever nearer yet.


Have you ever found yourself lying awake in bed at night, waiting for sleep to come, when your brain refuses to shut its mouth and thoughts of every angle and shape that plagues it? I have often found myself unable to sleep at night. There is just so much to do!

For today's challenge, I want you to write a poem about insomnia. Your poem doesn't necessarily have to be serious, it can be light-hearted too. Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred. I look forward to reading what you guys come up with.

The link doesn't expire, so please feel free to write more than one poem. Please do visit others and remember to comment on their poems. Have fun!



Tuesday, June 13, 2017

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden!




There is one rule for The Tuesday Platform: SHARE.

Share a poem with us.
Share some time reading poems this week.
Share your thoughts when moved to do so.

(Higher criticism optional.)


Saturday, June 10, 2017

“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)

Greetings, dear Toads.

I hope you and your muse are having a glorious day. Today’s prompt was born out of a nursery rhyme (see below), which can be found in Terry Pratchett’s Wintersmith.

The last three lines of the piece, not included in the image, say that one also needs the following to make a human:
“Strength enough to build a home,
Time enough to hold a child,
Love enough to break a heart.”

Every time I reread this book, I ask myself the same question: what else are humans made of? For today’s prompt, I invite you to ask yourself, what am I made of? Then craft your answer into a 3-stanza poem or a very short story (of 131 words or fewer). 

Feed the link to your new poem or story to Mr. Linky.
Visit other Toads, and see all the wonders they are made of…
…and, as always, let them know what you think of it.

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Words Count With Mama Zen

Image result for tarot card

Tarot cards have a long and fascinating history.  Originally used for playing card games in the 15th century, the cards began to be used for divination in the blah, blah, blah.  We don't need to know all that today!  Today, we're just goofing.

Your assignment: visit Astrology.com to get your tarot card for the day (it's free; no sign-up). Explore the meaning of your card.  Treat it as a joke, a portent, a really cool piece of art - whatever suits your muse.  Just make sure your muse keeps her musings to 60 words or less.

Don't forget to share your card!  Have fun!




Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden...



Greetings to all poets and peace-makers!
It is the day to share our thoughts in poetry, here where the platform belongs to those who embrace the concept of the pen being mightier than the sword, the song more powerful than the war cry.


Let us reach out and hold fast: write: share: read: respond.


Saturday, June 3, 2017

Flash 55 PLUS!

Greetings to all poets and friends. It is time for the Flash 55 Challenge! The rules of this prompt have not changed: Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS.



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PLUS!

 For the OPTIONAL EXTRA part of this challenge, I invite you to consider the theme of the GHOST TOWN. Follow THIS LINK to view and read about some of the 'world's eeriest ghost towns'.

Feel free to post more than one 55-word piece to this prompt, which will remain first on the Home Page until Tuesday morning. Please return to enjoy the poetry of fellow poets.



Thursday, June 1, 2017

Fireblossom Friday: It's Only A Paper Moon

Hi everyone. Fireblossom here with another Fireblossom Friday writing challenge for you! Lately, I have had an old standard stuck in my head, called "It's Only A Paper Moon."

It's a Barnum & Bailey world/ just as phony as it can be/ but it wouldn't be make believe/ if you believed in me.

The challenge this time is simple! Write something that makes us believe in something that isn't real. No autobiographical tell-alls this time! Make something up out of whole cloth and make us believe in the world, person, or thing that you create. That's it! Please make it a NEW poem or flash fiction. No haiku. Then sign the linky and visit others. have fun!



 

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

The Tuesday Platform

Welcome to the Imaginary Garden ...




"Do you not see how necessary a world of Pains
and Troubles is to school an Intelligence
and make it a soul?
A Place where the heart must feel and suffer
in a thousand diverse ways!
Not merely is the Heart a Hornbook,
it is the Mind's Bible."

John Keats

Greetings to all poets, toads, travellers... Yes, this is Kerry in the garden again, after what seems like weeks adrift on a strange sea. For those who know of my travails, and who sent me so much positive energy, I thank you. Your messages of goodwill and encouragement helped me to keep afloat. The good news is that I am recovering well, though my recuperation is not yet complete.

Enough of me and over to you... As always the platform is an open forum for sharing a poem of your choice. This site is an ethereal place but the people who meet here are flesh, blood and thought. This makes us a community in the very real sense of the word, and I am eternally grateful that I am a part of it.





Saturday, May 27, 2017

Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places

Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!

In poetry we use imagery to convey moments, emotions, objects, animals, people and places. Sometimes we can convey someone’s personality through place and vice versa – place through our description of a person. I have two examples to share with you.

The first is a poem by Norman McCaig, entitled ‘Aunt Julia’, in which the poet’s memories of his aunt become blurred with the place in which she lived. It can be found by following the link:  


Image found on bbc.co.uk
The second is ’Island Man’ by Grace Nichols, which uses the state of waking to convey the confusion of a man who is not where he wants to be. Here’s a link to an interview that ends with Grace Nichols reading the poem: https://wn.com/grace_nichols_island_man


Today’s challenge is to write about a place through a person or a person through a place. Link your new poem to Mr Linky.  I look forward meeting your relatives and friends, real and fictional!


Thursday, May 25, 2017

Of Angels and Monsters

For today’s prompt I’ve gathered seven pop culture quotes that have to do with angels, monsters or both. Your mission is to pick one and create a poem based on it. Your poem does not have to specifically be about an angel or a monster, but it must have some relation to at least one of these quotes. Please be sure to mention the quote that served as your inspiration somewhere in your post, and as always pay a visit to your fellow poets.


“I’m the thing monsters have nightmares about.” – Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

“He’s an angel, not a saint.” – Michael

“'Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” - Dracula

“One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.” – Doctor Who

 “I can spot a commandment breaker a mile away.” –Dogma

“Strange, isn't it? Each man's life touches so many other lives. When he isn't around he leaves an awful hole, doesn't he?” – It’s A Wonderful Life

“We all go a little mad sometimes.” - Psycho



Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Tuesday Platform



Welcome to the Tuesday Platform, your unprompted free-range day for sharing poems in the Imaginary Garden. Please look up from your phone and link up a poem. Then be sure to visit the offerings of our fellow writers.

Share * Read * Comment * Enjoy

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Weekend Challenge: The News


Norman Rockwell, "Hometown News"
Saturday Evening Post, April 1, 1942

One of the premier responsibilities of the poet is to provide the tribe with the news. Inquiring minds just gotta know, and I am tasking you today with that row to hoe.

Of course, poets have shared that responsibility with a number of other figures over the millennia—sibyls and shamans, heralds and explorers, ink-stained wretches and digital media producers. We are never alone in our recitations of the news.

Humans have always needed information. Our faculty for speech developed around that need. Advance word of a raiding tribe could mean the difference between life or death. Travelers--be they roving hunters or traders, soldiers or monks—were carriers of information.  

Eventually it was the novelty of that information which became especially prized. The English word "news" was developed in the 14th century; The Canterbury Tales is basically a chatty pilgrimage for news junkies.

As the Roman Empire declined in Europe, runners carried the news over long distances. The letter was a precious news commodity, and postal services developed to spread information for merchants and aristocrats. In 1558 the first hand-printed newsletter was distributed in Venice containing political, economic and military news, and the idea spread quickly to other Italian cities. About the same time the printing press was invented, and it wasn't long before printed newspapers began to circulate throughout Europe.

Although there was more of it now, the news was slow traveling about. By the time distant news got into the newspaper, it was history. It wasn't until the development of the telegraph in the 19th century that news could travel great distances with speed. Newspapers were quick to pick up on the innovation, and soon their pages were spiced with disaster and wars and murders most foul. Telegraph style" news was succinct and used the inverted pyramid—facts first, details below the fold.

The cycle of innovations to come meant that news was always finding a new medium. Radio news came in 1922, and by 1939 nearly 70 percent of Americans said their first news preference was radio. (What flat rag could compare to the voice of Edward R. Murrow on the roof of the BBC in London, offering live comment on the Battle of Britain?) 

Then came TV news in the '50s, 24-hour cable news in the '80s. Finally came the internet and the rest, well, was the news whirlwind we live in. The news cycle is now fast-charging up-spiral, cellphones incessantly a-beep with alerts.



In the effort to attract viewers (and advertisers), news became entertainment. And nothing, as it turns out, is more entertaining than political blood sport. News has become loud with the roar of the Coliseum. (One of the titans of this sort of news died this week; he was eulogized by one media critic thus: "We are a hate-filled, paranoid, untrusting, book-dumb and bilious people whose chief source of recreation is slinging insults and threats at each other online, and we're that way in large part because of the hyper-divisive media environment (this media figure) discovered." (Suggested epitaph: He screwed everything that was fair and balanced.)

The amount of news we are now confronted with is immense.  In 2011, information scientists deduced that Americans took in five times as much information every day as they did in 1986‚the equivalent of 175 newspapers (See Daniel Levitin, The Organized Mind). And that was before the advent of social media. (In a 2016 Pew Research poll, 44 percent of Americans say they get their news from Facebook.)  Yet the information glut is far more from other fields of entertainment, like streaming movies, gaming and porn.

One criticism of this glut is that the more we know, the less we do. This was argued by Ned Postman in his 1984 book Amusing Ourselves To Death, a diatribe against the killing effect of TV entertainment culture on public discourse. (It is frighteningly prescient of our Internet age, as Megan Garber recently illustrated in The Atlantic.) In an news-saturated universe, “most of (it) is inert, consisting of information that gives us something to talk about but cannot lead to any meaningful action.” “We have here a great loop of impotence: The news elicits from you a variety of opinions about which you can do nothing except to offer them as more news, about which you can do nothing.”

In the Internet age, there has also been a devaluing of the truth in news as consumers of news have infinite choice in their sources, many of which prize attention over reality.  Very gripping report on the alt-right and related online hate groups from Data & Society titled “Media Manipulation and Disinformation Online.”  (The worst bit of news there is that a growing sub-tribe mixes real hate with just-kidding-irony so that there is no way to know whether an utterance is odious or offensively tedious.)

More knowledge about the world is shrinking our empathy for it. This was demonstrated  in  a 2007 study of online dating where participants were given more and less information about their prospective partners. Ambiguity was the clear winner. The where the researchers concluded, "Although people believe that knowing leads to liking, knowing more means liking less." Worse for all of us, the more our tribe thinks they know about each other, the sharper our sense of difference, the easier it attach to filter bubbles where everyone seems the same.

So what are we poets supposed do with the news?  What makes our vocation for it unique? (Breathe some relief that I am finally getting to the point of today’s challenge.)


Theatrical poster for the film noir thriller
"I Cover Big Town" (1947)

For one thing, most of poetry's news comes from the heart, a place that is too serious for idle entertainment and far too deadly earnest to waste energy on fake news. 

And although a poem can be elaborately tuned, poetry remains naked communication— simple, honest and direct. 

Poetry has few ulterior motivations. It sells nothing and is paid less. 

Then there is the sense of what the novelist E.L. Doctorow called bearing witness to a magnitude. Our poems are the Rorschach prints of our age. We write the news about the news, in synesthesiac detail. 

Finally, there is great economy in the news brought by poetry. News is a gift brought back from the Otherworld, it is the knowledge that is hard to attain. This is news the world can use.

So let’s write about the news. What is the news that poetry brings to the world? When did some news suddenly change your world, and how?  What is it like to live in a news-saturated world? How is our sense of reality changing with the silos that have formed with such different ways of seeing things? How to bridge that gap between knowledge and action? 

And what about the soul’s, the heart’s news? Do things we learn from inner sources differ than news of the world? Is there such a thing as a glut of soul news? 

What about news we get from afar – the Otherworld, the hearts of our beloveds, the dead? 

And in this time when national news is breaking by the seeming hour, what is the news of the tribe’s enduring and seasoning and becoming?

Be fleet and supple as our tuletary news god Hermes, god of wit, schemes and secret intelligence, of cunning and roads and dreams. What are our invisible and eternal wires trilling?

Write about that news in a poem and link to it here. Then go witness the news of your fellow contributors.





Thursday, May 18, 2017

Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mixed Media Art

Happy Thursday everyone. I am intrigued by Mixed Media Art. Mixed media is a term used to describe artworks composed from a combination of different media or materials.


It is a fascinating process and there are so many different forms of it. 

mixed media art photo: Vintage Art Mixed Media Beautiful il_fullxfull161513190.jpg
Image: Photobucket

Actually as poets, writers, we really do the same thing only our art form is words. We pull from memories, surroundings, music, people, etc, and shape them into poetry.

Mixed Media

Related Poem Content Details

The stars grow lemon
in the field, spread
like tea leaves in
a cup; red-wing
blackbirds fold themselves
into the fence,
corn dreamers.
(Read the entire poem here )


   For today's challenge I want you to write a poem from your immediate surroundings. For example where I am sitting there is a vase of   flowers,  silver thermos, a mailbox nameplate from my father's mailbox, a window, a rather sickly violet, books, a clock, a tape dispenser, the whir of an air conditioner. I could go on and on.  Your poem could be a combination of what you see, hear, taste, feel, just pull from the spot where you are writing. 
      
Thirst, I can drink from silver.
It is a thermos as close as my fingertips,
but neglect hasn't brought rain
to a parched violet five steps from my chair.

    As always write a new poem for the challenge, add it to Mr. Linky and then visit your fellow poets to read their poems.


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

The Tuesday Platform



Good Tuesday morning, poets and poetry lovers. This video gave me a serious case of the goosebumps. Click and be inspired!

Please link up and share a poem with us, and visit to read the writing of others. Have a great week, everyone. Hope you all have the chance to slow down and savor some poetry. 

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Mythical Prejudice (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly)

I was leafing through The Book of Imaginary Beings, by Jorge Luis Borges and Margaret Guerrero, when a question danced into my mind: what sort of prejudice and discrimination might mythical creatures (like the Double, Doppelgänger, or other I) encounter, if they were citizens of today’s society? Would Satyrs be banished from polite company? Would Brownies be expected to work in sanitation, housekeeping, farming? I wonder, wonder, wonder…

…so, my beloved Toads, for today’s challenge, I invite you to write a 3-stanza poem or a very short story (313 words or fewer) that explores prejudice from the point of view of a mythical creature who is part of our modern world.

Follow this LINK, for a list of imaginary beings from Borges’ book. Feel free to choose any mythological creature you’ve ever read about or imagined. But please, add a note at the end of your contribution, telling us a bit about the creatures myth.

“The Double”, in The Book of Imaginary Beings,
written by Borges and Guerrero, translated by Andrew Hurley, illustrated by Peter Sis

Feed the direct link to your new poem or story to Mr. Linky.
Say hello to the mythical creatures poetized by your fellow Toads. 
And while you’re there, do your best to have a blast. 


Thursday, May 11, 2017

Out of Standard - Photo Finish

Blue bonnet carrier pigeons


Greetings Garden Dwellers and welcome to the Out of Standard, where I set before you a challenge to defy the conventions of a particular theme and find new places in the everyday. 


Photo finish
For today’s prompt, I am going to provide you with images, and you get to write a poem around them.  

But

This wouldn’t be the out of standard without a teeny, tiny twist. Under each photo is an phrase that doesn’t exactly match the photo. Your challenge is to write a poem inspired by the photo, while using the seemingly nonsensical words. 

The photos are mine, and you have my permission to repost them at your blog (if you are into that sort of thing). 

Keep in mind
Like every challenge, your poem must by newly written and not one which you have previously written which conveniently fits the theme.

That's it. The platform is yours. The mic is warm.

So go now, my muddy buddies, and bring us back something shiny and new.


Rag and bone pancake thickener


Every hagfish's impossible dream 


New Banana Town - population: you


Smoke and mirrors and electro-shock therapy

Red carpet kittens

self care wasabi peas



Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Tuesday Platform


It’s Tuesday! C’mon in, the platform is yours. We Toads invite you to share your poetry with us. 

Long or short, old or new, it’s up to you. Remember that links in the Garden do not expire, so feel free to link up on Wednesday or later in the week. And please do take some time during the week to read the work of other participants. We all value feedback on our work from other writers; it is how our writing takes root and grow.


(All photos by Marian Kent, rights reserved)

So, bring us your words! We look forward to reading your poems.

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Play It Again Toads!

This weekend we revisit archived challenges of the Imaginary Garden. This affords us the opportunity to catch up on a recent prompt we may have missed (especially from the wealth of inspirational April prompts) or allows us to explore the side bar (2011 - 2017).

The Recitation
Thomas Dewing (1891)

Alternatively, select a prompt from the ones I have highlighted below. I have included a Flash 55 for those who like to write to that prompt on the first weekend of the month - naturally this is an open invitation to write an unprompted 55 - worder.

1.  Flash 55 PLUS! with Kerry, August 2015

2.  Transforming with Nature's Wonders with Hannah, May 2016

3.  Artistic Interpretations - Simply Beautiful with Margaret, December 2014




Thursday, May 4, 2017

Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Small Town Inspiration...

Paul Whitener (1911-1959) The Sycamore Tree, late 1940's, Oil on canvas
 This is an incomplete painting - which I find intriguing.  This tree was near Charlotte, NC.

Welcome to Artistic Interpretations!  I am often excited and and often anticipate for months a visit to well known museums such as the Art Institute of Chicago or the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but I recently visited The Hickory Museum of Art, a small town in North Carolina not far from where I live, and was reminded what a joy it is to include these gems on my calendar as well.

Hickory has a beautiful museum that fosters and preserves American art.  The Hickory Museum of Art currently has approximately 1,500 art object in the collection.  The day I visited we viewed Paul Whitener's landscape paintings, which feature scenes from my beloved mountains.  He was the visionary for the museum and was the Museum Director since 1944 and held that position for fifteen years.

Small museums really are gems of local talent and creativity.   My local poetry group was eager to see the poetry of our friend, Beverly, who participated in "The Art of Poetry".   This ekphrastic walking tour was in honor of Woman's History Month and the main focus of the tour and poems was WOMAN MADE:  Women Artists from the Hickory of Art Collection.   The rules were simple:  Go to the exhibit and write poems about the works on display.   I have selected three of my favorite art works from this exhibit and you will find them beneath Paul Whitener's paintings.

Lastly, I have selected three intriguing art pieces from the local public schools end of year celebration of children's art work displayed at their museum.  I have not included the student's names but I believe all are high school age.

The challenge today is simple.  I hope you can find something in one (or more) of these images and be inspired to write a new poem.  Link to Mr. Linky below and be sure to visit and enjoy all the participant's poetic endeavors.   I look forward to your artistic interpretation.

Photography was permitted in the museum and these are my photos which I offer for your use.  If you click on the image, it should enlarge.  Please give the artist recognition if I have provided their names.  Thank you.

Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Blue Ridge Mountains @1950, Watercolor

Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Unfinished Landscape, @1950, Oil
Paul's paintings were started with an underpainting of warm or cool oil paint thinned with turpentine.  Paul used both rose and brown pigment for the underpainting in the canvas above.  The contrasting greens in the landscape will be made more vibrant by these warm tones which will peep through the final applications of paint...  

I find it intriguing in this unfinished state. 


Paul Whitener (1911-1959) Big Bluff of Humpback Mountain, 1955, Oil

Paul Whitener (1911-1959)  Snow, 1951, Oil on Canvas

THE ART OF POETRY:  


Agnes Millen Richmond (1870-1964) Victoria Louise, 1955, Oil

Peggy Vierra Link (1923-2004) Wash Day, 2009, Oil

Jane Friedlicher (1924-2014) Landscape, 1984, Lithograph on Paper


STUDENT'S ART WORK ON DISPLAY:





 Front and Back of this impressive work of art...