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Buoyancy

Oblique interstitial
Sentiment
Wishful predicament
Stopping to tell a riddle

Laughing off the
Most serious spells

Punctuated & striated
You left out the ellipses

Dots & lines

Dashes between letters
Ordered one at a time

Carefully coded
Collusion of force
Ethical void

Collapsing of all creation
Better devised

Still we can picture
Wonderful futures
In our prettiest
Buoyant minds

© Niliema Karkhanis


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Coordinates

Taking the last
To the future
Whatever you
Think about
Love

Always
A complex
Illusion

Confusion

The floors lifting
Up to the sky
The coordinates
Falling out
Of your eyes

Your mouth is
The answer
No questions
Come through

Bittersweet

Twilight

© Niliema Karkhanis


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Hydroplane

Pressing the stretched
Surface of water
Skimming across
The overture

Hydroplane vision

Who you are
Who you were
Who you can be

Overage
Outage
Fear from
Fun & flatter

All the niceties
Erased by
All the deliberate
Misinterpretations

All that isn’t
Is the rise
& fall of
Wanting

Some of us
Were meant
To wait

& seldom told
We’re worth anything

Under the weight

The crash of
Deliberate death

You killed me
Over & over again

© Niliema Karkhanis


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Barometre 2

The wholeness
The complete
Condition
Conditioning
Partial
Inhibition

& then remission

Starting
Stopping
Now
Restarting

Golden
Silver
Introduction
To nothing

Even nothingness
Refills itself

Replete
Act &
Counteract
Repeat

Rewind

We don’t use
Magnetic tape
Much anymore
Adhesive tape
Still as useful
As before

Stars sounds

Taped things

Taped to walls

Clouds hold
Songs now

Forever
Is it

Clouds always
Held songs
Before

Especially when
It rains
I think of storms
Because you
Love them

Though
I get

Migraines

& I’d prefer
To forget
You now

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for day 21 of a month of poetry 2021.


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Accessories

Twist ties

Accessories

Hair clips

Spools of thread

Needles

Being

Careful

To put

Things

In

Containers

But not

Your feelings

Those need

To be felt

Freely

Falling

Through

Æther

In dream

In crescendo

A flare

Will it rain again today?

I wonder

But I try

& say

Something

Much more

Interesting

Today

Today

Today

Playing

Light

Forgetting

Night

At the

Height

Of the

Afternoon

Splendid

Spending

Depending

Do you think

You can

Determine

Our future?

I used to think

I could feel things

Coming & maybe so

But what’s the

Difference?

To know or

To […]

Accessories

© Niliema Karkhanis

Atmosphere

What’s there
Which makes
Colour possible

You are
The ocean
Of air
That breathes
Themself
To sleep

To dream up
A once upon
A time
& to wake up
To have you
To tell it to

Stars

Stars

Rainbows
Refracted
Off the surface
Of your skin

You write down
Your dreams

Screens
& distant
Ubiquitous
Sky memes

Clouds
& Pretention
It was you
Whom I
Thought
I could tell
My songs to

Near
A river’s
Embouchure
We met
With birds
They played
Games with us

Vacation days
Passed cooking
Many flavours
We pretended to live
In treehouses

Constructed
On the
Atmosphere
On cumulus

Blue blue
Day
Blue blue
Night
Stratospheric
Shape-shifting
Colour palette

Surfacing
Æther
Clear
Organ
Swirling
Held
Inside
Of gravity

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for day 14 of a month of poetry 2021 using the Word of the Day Challenge prompt ’embouchure’ & the glopowrimo day 14 prompt: to write a poem about the meaning of our name.

Please go read the poems through the days on the glopowrimo site. There are lots of great poets & work. & please sign up for disqus (go here: https://disqus.com/ or you’ll see icons above each day’s comments) & upvote the poems you like. It’s a great way to support poetry month participants & to let us know what’s working with our poems as well as our responses to the prompts. 💜🎶🖋🌸🌷💌


Wiktionary definition & etymology of the word embouchure


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Of copying, proximity & plagiarism

I was considering writing a poem. But I’m a little bit grumpy beyond writing poetry at the moment so I’m gonna bloggy blog which I rarely do. I’m gonna rant about poetry writing for a bit.

Plagiarism & copying are icky on a good day. & like it’s a big topic in academia. I’m not going to talk much about that, because the solution to plagiarized essays, largely lies in post-secondary school & grading reform; with notable exceptions for leeway to not be dealt out, as it consistently tends to be, for the greatest offenders, the most privileged among students.

Affluenza is a big motivator for a lot of things done & often blamed for existing amongst marginalized people, for reasons I think we all understand.

But…it takes a special kind of annoying writer to do this with creative writing, & especially with poetry.

Because witaf would you write poetry for publication for, if you couldn’t think of anything original to say? Like why even? It must be so frustrating & defeats the entire purpose of writing poetry.

Good poetry & poetic craft, including poetic prose forms come from a very visceral & subconscious place. You can’t fake that in the long term. It comes off as contrived.

Poetry is like music. It’s a practice of instrumentation & composition. It also shares qualities with painting & drawing & fine art in general as well. I would argue also, journalism, science & philosophy. Because of the importance of observation, experimentation, coding & semiotics.

Copying is completely counter-intuitive to writing poetry. It goes against what poetry is.

If you want to be good at poetry: learn everything you can about everything & copy none of it.

Grapple with it.

Develop a unique aesthetic that’s informed.

This next one is important, especially for English language poets: stop living in the past & in the so-called ‘cannon’ or like Harry Potter. Read more & different things. Listen to the world & listen to people.

Poetry is everywhere & it’s everything. It’s not Latin & Greek Classics + Jane Austen or some shit. You will not get much original in form or content out of your weird Victorian nostalgia, I guarantee it.

This is the biggest problem I see with poets who copy & plagiarize. They have very limited or superficial interests in literature. Period.

That’s why, someone like Kafka, is unique in the ‘cannon’, because he worked at a desk job in a bank, & he used that in his writing. He had a crisp clear style like you would use to write a memo or a letter, juxtaposed with a completely surreal, allegorical kind of parable style of writing.

So he could write these really interesting stories, in a very almost matter of fact delivery. He was both completely literary & completely immersed in the every day & his own reflections.

& btw, he was insecure about his writing, & he wasn’t walking around being a bully about it like some people…he was shy & hid his writing, another sad marker of a lot of serious & good artists.

We can be bold & share, but still recognize that he was such a meticulous, careful & beautiful writer, & he hardly showed that work to anyone…that’s how much he cared about the craft itself.

Such a perfectionist, he couldn’t bring himself to finish many of his brilliant works; many of which have been published without endings, post-mortem, because his bff was like ‘um nope these are really amaze & they can’t go in the trash can!!!’ Thank you to that guy. Omg.

Of course we don’t even read him in English classes, even though his work translates very well & has been well translated…that’s how silly & limited English language & literature education is…

I like flowery words too sometimes. But like…using them in place of a story or really working on the process, the movement of a poem, is a big mistake.

Certain linguistic flourishes & arcane vocabulary should be used musically & aesthetically, where applicable, not to cover up the stench of derivative & conceptually vapid writing.

Having been plagiarized/copied twice in the last year alone, I can tell you, it’s really not a good look…

Living in the past + derivative writing, & referring to like Thoreau, Wordsworth, Plath & Bukowski or like Attwood & King, ad nauseam, isn’t going to make you an original writer. I promise you. Branch the fuck out.

As I said, poets & poetry are everywhere.

Stop copying. Stop it.

It must be extremely frustrating to write poetry from the places I just criticized.

This has everything to do with the devaluing of poetry & a misplaced snobbish literary definition of poetry, which consciously or unconsciously excludes poetic forms & learning which don’t trace back to like Greek dramas & Chaucer.

& it’s affecting access (as it’s designed to do) for a lot of people who are influenced by other things.

I mean I love a lot of mid 20th-century writing from around the world. But is that all I love? No never. Because I also recognize its context & realize there’s soooo much other exciting creativity out there.

I also love contemporary art & poetry across genres. I love ancient Buddhist writings, just to name a few of my interests.

I get inspired by things such as reading fashion magazines, zines, even fliers; as would a collagist, bricolaging different materials & making something new & original…not by copying, by engaging & grappling with the material.

Anyway. Rant out. But like stop copying, & start writing from deep within yourself.

Develop your own style while you learn technique, just as you would with drawing, for example.

Not happy to be excluded from things by people who baffle me. Poetry is the last thing I would write & show to people if I couldn’t be original…

In fact, when I can’t make the poetry I want to, I do turn to other forms of writing & art. Because honestly, it would be to me like writing a song specifically for piano, without a piano.

It makes no sense.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: hopefully my little essay here will also address the intensely arrogant attitude that felt it could literally comment on my professional poetry website about ‘what prose is,’ like I don’t know wtf I’m talking about.

& the one that thought they could just rip my original words right off unapologetically 🙃

P.s. & regarding the concluding sentence of my essay, you’re not John Cage. So don’t even…

Further developments in: is prose prose?

Imagine excluding someone based on a set of rules you invent the next time around.

Updated poetry references which aren’t racist would also be a bonus. Lol & we’re not 12.

& it’s not lost on me that you excluded me from your little thing, & your writing in particular, as of late, is so suspiciously in proximity to my style, that it’s embarrassingly uncomfortable…

But go on 🙂

Edify

I remember

Things about

You well

Your skin

Your face

When you

Laughed

Your serious

Explanations

About the dangers

& sorrows

Of life

Your aesthetic

Inclinations

Especially the

Ones you kept

Hidden

For fear

Your art wouldn’t

Be appreciated

But I was there

& I saw what

You were

What you could paint

What you could make

& I believed you

That creating

Was an essential

Thing for you

For everyone

You edified me

With your ways

The art you hid

Always […]

Edify

© Niliema Karkhanis