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Day 21 of 28 Days of Unreason

“I see today that everyone on earth

wants the answer to the same question

but none has the language to ask it.”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

 

We are down to the last week of this insanity… I mean, Unreasonableness. Everyone is welcome to join us in the challenge!  Let the quote above inspire you to write, post & credit Harrison, link back here in the comments.  Then give yourself a wonderful treat and read what other unreasonable poets have written.  Enjoy!  ~ Jilly

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Promises, Promises

Anger is the atonement of art
spilled from our bellies

the ugly red pills
of my shirtless obsessions

Your hair, draped across
my face while I watch
you sleep,
a promise
your mouth
your feet
are planning
not to keep

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“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,
mean as a beetle on the track of dung.”

~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason  

Day 20 of 28 Days of Unreason

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Day 20 of 28 Days of Unreason

“Love is raw as freshly cut meat,

mean as a beetle on the track of dung”

~ Jim Harrison  from Songs of Unreason

 

Welcome, my Unreasonable Poetic Friends, to our twentieth Day of Unreason where we find inspiration, in whatever form it may take, from lines by poet, Jim Harrison.  Care to join in?  Would love that!  Write, post, credit Harrison, link back here in the comments, read what others have written. Y’all are beautiful!  ~ Jilly

 

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and that’s another thing

i hate how that picture on the bedroom wall
the one of the flower
will forever be a poodle mug-shot
(face right)
and our wind chime on the back porch,
tuned to something like Amazing Grace,
always plays Strawberry Letter 23
because you see and hear the world
in your own way
like a child without filters

i think i’ll have peach pie
because it’s my favorite
and you indulge me

indulge me
with that spot on your face
that you haven’t shaved
because i prefer the feral
you and have to kiss
kiss, kiss it
even though i haven’t
a cat’s tongue

and that’s another thing…

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for Day 19 of 28 Days of Unreason

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write.  I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.” ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

 

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Day 19 of 28 Days of Unreason

“I’m quite tired of beating myself up to write.  I think I’ll start letting the words slip out like a tired child. “Can I have a piece of pie” he asks, and then he’s asleep back on the cusp of the moon.”                                                             ~ Jim Harrison from Songs of Unreason

 

Welcome my poetic friends to our 19th day in our Unreasonable challenge.  Looking forward to the wonderful things you will write today.  As always, everyone is welcome to join in.  Write a poem inspired by this quote, post it, credit Harrison, link back in the comments, stop back by and read other poets.  Love Y’all!  ~Jilly

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Day 18 of 28 Days of Unreason

“We’ll know as children again all that we are
destined to know, that the water is cold
and deep, and the sun penetrates only so far”
~ Jim Harrison from Death Again

 

I noticed a few comments yesterday regarding sluggish backsides.  I agree!  However, there is this strange sense of addiction…”Must write; must write!” keeps scrolling across my forehead when I look in the mirror.  🙂 Alas, I poem onward!

Everyone is welcome to join us in the challenge!  Let the quote above inspire you to write, post & credit Harrison, pingback or link back here in the comments.  Then give yourself a wonderful treat and read what other unreasonable poets have written.  Enjoy!

~Jilly

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Hear

Don’t be afraid
the water is fine
go ahead
step into the grasses
you’ll sink
only ankle deep
at first
wade around
hear —
feel the sound
of the ants
the mole
little burrowing
frogs
this is their realm
step carefully
when you reach the edge
of your fears
the drop-off
is quick

Chest-deep
hear —
feel the sound
of the crickets
clatter loud
from their
little soap-boxes
it’s only rhetoric
legends about
the red-tailed hawk

Employ the treading
techniques you learned
as the weeds and soft
dirt beard about your chin
your ear lobes
hear —
swim in the sounds
of the tree roots
tapping at your toes
they are only curious
to learn how a man
can live only
one lifetime
and what it is to
gain entrance to
your soil

Do not stay too long
lest your skin become
grainy and your legs
begin to cramp
turn
face the shore
swim back
before you
forget how to speak
your native tongue

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for Day 17 of 28 Days of Unreason

“Prolonged exposure to nature gives one a sort of grammatica pardo, a wisdom of the soil.”   ~ Jim Harrison from A Really Big Lunch

Author’s Note:  An invitation. I like this poem; it speaks of a part of myself that is significant;  that connection with the natural world, swimming in it, learning its language.  However, it falls flat on the page for me.  It lacks something…vibrancy of language? Imagery? Structure/Formatting?  I welcome straight-forward feedback from y’all.  How could I make this better?  🙂 Jilly

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Day 17 of 28 Days of Unreason

 

“Prolonged exposure to nature gives one a sort of grammatica pardo*, a wisdom of the soil.”

~ Jim Harrison,  from A Really Big Lunch

*to be worldly-wise; know the ways of the world

Technically,  A Really Big Lunch is not a book of poetry; it is a series of essays by Harrison.  I am currently reading it. Warning:  it is outlandish and best read with much wine and a propensity for laughter. I used this quote because, like much of his prose, it has the stuff of poetry and because his connection to nature is a big part of why I connect with the poetry.

 As always, everyone is welcome to join in.  Write a poem inspired by this quote, post it, credit Harrison, link back in the comments, stop back by and read other poets.  Cheers! Jilly

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Poet Gig

Blab, blab, blab
because right about now
I’m wondering why the hell
this quote just doesn’t
do a thing for me
I mean
I’ve spent this whole month
being a shyster
posing as a poet
but it’s just that
smoke and mirrors crap
Merde
which is my favorite French word
because it sounds so much
nicer than
shit
which I have
always been loath
to say
mostly because
I don’t like how it sounds

So
this poetry gig
is just
Merde
it makes my head
hurt
it makes me
pace around
and whine
with a kind of
restless sigh
because the walls
are closing in

And what the hell does
it really mean
to be a ‘Poet’?
They all look
at you like
you are a freak
or alien.
Even the rest of
the English teachers
say things like
‘bless your heart’
and
‘of course you wrote
a poem about that’
even though they
teach cummings
and of course
Shakespeare
because it’s in
the curriculum
but when that
colleague’s
husband died
of brain cancer
and they came to you to
write a poem
to be presented to her
even though you
never knew him
barely know her
and you spent
three lunch periods
standing at the window
that overlooks the
school’s baseball field
(which makes it my perfect
classroom)
crying because
the poem
cost you something to
write
but you kept your
door locked
so no one would
know you cried

Then it’s okay
to be a poet,
when they want
someone to bleed,
but still
it’s all
just
Merde
(I like that word —
would like it a lot more
if I could afford French
wine, like Harrison
drank, but, hey,
I’m a school teacher
and the pay…well, you
know)

So, does that cover it?

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For Day 16 of 28 Days of Unreason

“You can’t write the clear biography
of the aches and pains inside your skull”
~ Harrison from Skull / Songs of Unreason