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Another level

1

I keep thinking
I’ll die

& then I don’t
Somehow

Watching loved
Ones go is hard
Even ones we
Don’t know

Purposeful
Representation
Of entirety of self

Purposeless
Orchids

Do not live

2

How many times
Did she tell you
What was happening?

& how many times
Did you tell me
I was wrong
About reality?

Some people
Thrive on
Others’ confusion

The ways of men
With no personalities

3

Cold eyes
Pretending
You were there
At the parking lot stairs


Leaving is one thing

But breaking everything
Before you go

Is another whole level

4

You found her
Didn’t you?

Your Cerissa
Your Karla

Serial forced reason
Is of no consequence

Immunity compromised

We have the revolution

Ultimately

© Niliema Karkhanis


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Wonderlust

In your wonderlust
Did you ever
Wonder about
The reasons
Why we are all
So small & so big?

& in that existence
How it affects
The matter of things?

Did you ever wonder
Why we feel?
Why we are made
Up of parts
Small & infinitely
Connected?

Did you ever wonder
Why existence even is?
Wonder about
The eternal
Unresolvable
Greatness
& tininess of things?

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for, yesterday, day 28 of a month of poetry 2021. The optional glopowrino prompt was to write a poem of questions. I like to play with this concept of wonderlust.

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. 💜🎶🖋🌸🌷💌


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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…

Of misconception

A misconception

Of perception

Can lead

To dangerous

Intention

& action

Dissonance

Of cognition

A poison

For the missioned

One among

Many remedies

For such a situation

Is recognition

Of intuition

For many

& inhibition

Of power for

The few

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt ‘misconception’


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Facing

For Marlon’s 5 minute Monday micro-poetry challenge

Cloth-wrapped packages

A pleasure to receive The cloth-wrapped world

This æther

We are of it

I am from it

The gifts of skies

Wrapped in clouds Mauve

Taupe

Dreams

& reveries

What

Saturday

Brings more

Activity

These days

Quarantine

A determinant

Of many things

I don’t resent

I value

The safety

we

Build

Wrapping cloth […]

Facing

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Stars, the friendly ghosts of time

When dusk falls

Night upon us

Looking towards

The deep blue

Beautiful Darkness

For answers

For night

Holds gently

The body’s

Secrets

When

We find

Safety

When we

Don’t

The quiet

Twilight

Gives signs

Stars

The friendly

Ghosts

Of time

Moon

Oh reliable

Shining

Companion

How you

Love the stars & reflect Their light

Meaning […]

Stars, the friendly ghosts of time

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured images by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Hide & seek

1

Hiding easily

Seeking

Little you

A favourite game

2

Hide & seek

It stays with you

The hiding

The searching

The finding

Curious you

Always

3

Crawling

Under something

Looking under

Something

For yourself

Incomplete

4

Incompletion

It helps to know

How to hide

& how to

Protect yourself

Every piece

They say

5

They never

Have a great

Answer for

When that

Isn’t possible

No

Don’t

Don’t

For so

Long

It was about

Not about

What happened

What happened

Is a question

You grow to answer

In repetition to

Many

6

Answers

Hidden

From

Self

Anyway

A note

7

Said

Or unsaid

You

8

Hide & seek

A physical game

A break

From visibility

9

The appeal

It lingers

When life

Makes being

Found

Dangerous

10

Searching

Even more

As mortality

Uncoils

Itself

Over

& over

You get used to it

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Bicycle

The days

When we

Sat

Listening

To musics

Playing

Chess

Forgetting

The rules

For fun

Or we

Would

Sit

Outside

On the

Stairs

The cats

Always

Beside

Us

Grey & orange

Games

Setting

Suns

Stars

In our eyes

Winters

Of things

Springs

Of flowers

& bicycle

Season’s

First

Ice creams […]

Bicycle

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Now & before

Now is never

Only now

& this

You know from

All the thoughts

Which

Tell you

How to

Think

Of things

Always

Already

Also

In mind

Is

Being in

Line with

The tearing

Down of

Things

Constructing

Newness

Requires

Remembering

The past

More than

Anything

Else

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash