Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Self Publishing Poem Project

   
Comfy Cocoons
How nice it would be
To lay in our comfy cocoons
All along
The lazy afternoons,
And perhaps when we feel
When the time is right
We can take off
Into the future with flight,
Because what real use
Is it to stay at home
In our comfy cocoons
All alone.

      The two main methods I focused on for this project revolved around self publishing through advertising and speech.  Since I was putting all my time and energy into only two methods I wanted to take each one to a whole new level.

     For advertising, the video below shows me travelling all around UBC as I attempt to place a poem in every single faculty building.  As for speech, I wanted to speak with every custodian in each 
building about my poem and see what they had to say about it.  I 
got different results from everyone I spoke with.  Some were not interested and told me they were busy with work while others happily read my poem.  There was even one custodian that became angry with me when I tried to talk to him about my poem.  I was quite intimidated at times, but I made many new friends with the nicer ones and i'm very content with that.

     My favorite building that I went to was definitely Allard Hall, the UBC faculty of law.  There was a very kind old lady who worked the evening shifts at the building and was kind enough to read my poem.  The best part was the positive feedback, she told me how she loved the simplicity and theme of it.  We quickly became acquainted and we spent some time afterwards talking about miscellaneous things.

     I have met many different characters along the way of this self publishing journey and I am sure I won't be able to remember all of their names, but this English project has allowed me to become exposed to various personalities that I otherwise would have never met.  Showing them my writing was a very scary thing to do but i'm satisfied with the feedback (and denials) I received.  All in all this was a very interesting experience and I hope I did not bother the custodians too much.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Poem: Empty Like My Wallet

Your scream sounds like a crisp dollar bill
like broken glass flying
like a bullet of water slicing
through a crusty rock
like a mushed soda can
like the fragments from a shattered marshmallow
like rock beating scissors
like paper losing to scissors
like an empty ATM machine
like an overused fireman pole rotting
in the empty station echoing forever
like the fan from an overheating laptop
like an untuned guitar
like a terrible movie that lasts forever
like an explosive pillow fight
like a barrage of bowling pins haunting
a lone bowling ball
like the popping oil from a frying egg
like a baseball punching a mitt
like the feedback from an overly experimental song
like a crying chili pepper
like bad Christmas decorations
like a cast that doesn't fit properly
on your swollen ankle
like a fruitless workout
like a fruit that looks like it has worked out
like the crash of a mighty cymbal
like an empty wallet
like the jingle of your tennis racket
like an awkward USB stick
like the scream I heard when riding the space needle elevator

as we ascended above the vast metropolis

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Poem: The Inflated Balloon



So much depends
upon


An inflated
balloon


Clutched by a
child


To give him a
smile

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Poem: The Metaphor

A poetic response to The Metaphor by Budge Wilson

Looking for the perfect guy is like running on a treadmill
Putting the speed on slow isn't very productive
But having it on high takes a lot more energy
And makes it a lot more dangerous.
Starting out with the pace that fits you is the best choice
And eventually as time wears on
We can gradually increase the speed to more challenging levels
Up til the point where we reach our final goal

Or until we fall flat on our faces.


Thursday, October 30, 2014

Poem: The Hollyhocks

A poetic response to "The Sound of the Hollyhocks" by H. Garner 

The Hollyhocks
They speak to me
They inform me
They connect with me

The Hollyhocks
They are speaking
"Never go back" they whisper
They are right
Never go back

Never.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Poem: The Decision


To kill everyone
Or to spare some lives for few
A choice will be made