Posts Tagged ‘cinquain’

Our Memorial Day weekend involved dinner served up on this year’s new back yard patio with special guest, Edward Lense, who has written collaborative cinquains with us before so was not surprised when I brought out my little notebook after we ate. Here are seven dishes I’m consequently able to serve up to you now:

 

Chess board

Shadows echo

Off refridgerator

Two chairs at the kitchen table

Frozen

 

Spread thumb

Across a drum

Stirrup hits the anvil

Drinks the soap contamination

In sync

 

Weird dogs

Spermy leggings

Domino spots inside

Dalmations go berserk outside

The ship

 

Insult

To my liver

Smoky shave’d with egg

Yolks beating down the crooked path

Egg whites

 

Boil foot

With critter ears

Hummus and eye of newt

Tampons shredded with mosquitos

Mix well

 

This week’s

Broken faucets

Lost gnat shivers on hat

These are lost and found items like

Odd socks

 

Suit leak

Makes for sticky

Dinosaur bloody teeth

Sunk into your foaming arm pit

You stink

 

(Two cinquains by CMB and JMB written while waiting for our plane – Nov 5, 2013 – from Ohio to Miami)

Metal
Elbow water
In a meatball sandwich
Sloshing in the tub or stinger
Ray gun

Toothpick
Swisher grease hall
One hundred bottles of
Burning bread crumbs and towel lint
Inside

(Three cinqains written by CMB in the plane – Nov 6, 2013 – from Miami to Montevideo)

Two hands
Two feet and legs
Two arms, eyes, nostril, breasts
Two lungs, kidneys, ovaries, and
One mouth

Your mouth
With corners of
Lips at flexy angles
Looking sexy with lipstick on
Let’s kiss

Suitcase
Full, my head soars
Pulling words from the sky
But swallows hard because of ears
Popping

(Three cinquains written by CMB, JMB, Luis Bravo, and his son, Alejo, while riding in a car – Nov 7, 2013)

Viento
Luminoso
La motocicleta
We have no gas today my dear
Verdad?

Tumba
Asesina
You hide under water
Escupes langostas de mar
Negras

León
Under my chair
Dulce arboleda
De serpientes y borrachos,
Tiger

(Two cinquains written by JMB and CMB En La Plaza – Nov 8, 2013)

Parade
Cluster Headache
Beginnings of a “Poof” !
Like a pedo de la tumba
Marching

Shadow
Of a prospect
Shortly scalding hammer
Hear it hissing on the seashore
Eye-like

(Four cinquains written during rehearsal on Nov 8, 2013 for BIG JMB/Luis Bravo Poesia Extravaganza by JMB, CMB, and Juan Angel Italiano)

NO VOICE
Del carajo
CANTANDO TURBANTE
This is your canasta sounding
Like teeth

HUNGRY
Hair to toe nail
Splintering like raw light
LAS TONTAS CARNESTOLENDAS
EAT US

Tuerca
PISO SOLO
Sit still in balcony
Where the corndogs float away blind
EL SOL

Touché
Combinación
TANTO CUANTO CANTO
It is raining twice and doubly
Thumbling

(Cinco cinqains by JMB and CMB before and after lunch in restaurant off the square – Nov 9, 2013)

Constant
Hammering is
Hampering my wristwatch
Drippy with greenish sweat lobsters
In heat

Chew off
The candle sticks
Soaking in detergent
Lay down to sleep in the washer
With rice

Tien
To de dormir
Hace buen tiempo
Y la bandera se quema
Negra

Chivo
Léon tiger
Straddling the lampfinger
Staying under the shadow of
Bad breath

Descend
The soft ladder
Splinter the window pane
And shoulder the sandwich cloture
With crust

(A haiku of sorts by CMB, JMB, and Clemente Padín – Nov 9, 2013)

El incendio
Indiferente es a la
Cinco

(Two cinquains by CMB as we wait for transport to 11/11/13 event)

MUSIC
Piano sounds
Chicken crossing the road
The documentation is a
Seed trail

Cone shaped
Trees on a line
From ear to ear mean that
Possibly you will sleep before
Xmas

A day

Shot off and stunned

Evening rusts in shadow

Shifting through the highway bushes

Crashing

 

Sweat heel

Polka dot shoes

Shudder in the lunchbox

Hear the weeping fool, damp sandwich

Folded

 

Fast food

Faulty meat ball

Instant fragility

Worn chicken feet on your fat hat

Fork pin

 

Plunger

In the toilet

With your foggy lint twat

Signal the “all clear” and find the

Shot time

 

Long string

Spread in salad

Tied into a necklace

Knotted with green stones glistening

Distress

 

Shooter

On a skooter

Sweating through your blank shoes

You take off your shiny blank spats

And fart

 

This word

That hot sweater

Those insurance conundrums

Nattering like nihilist morons

In heat

 

Shut duck

On Marx brothers

Said Blank and cornered ham

Leaving Harpo without a voice

But grinned

 

C. Mehrl Bennett and John M. Bennett

Oct 11, 2013

12/21/12

Karune
Klieg sapajou
Inness onk le graphel
Torquesnek swellingk offa foodt
Maffick!

1/02/13

Haunted
Foggy Farting
When the going was good
We are in a significant
Denk uh

Mudlock
Interesting
Sweller of the luncheon
Journeying nowhere odyssey
Dunk horse

1/04/13

Forwards
Practically
Living in a junque car
Stuffed up with empty cat food cans
Backwards

Kevin Ducey and Bridget B. were in town and along with Madison residents Matthew Stolte and Paul Baker- and Ohio duo John M. Bennett and me – We were a six-fold congress on Dec.23rd, hosted by Paul in his basement den. Paul read some of his mash-ups made from a wide range of source materials. John read his poetry from some of Luna Bisonte Prods’ recent publications, from which Bridget chose to read Greg Evason’s Plowing Down the Cut, and both Kevin and Paul provided improvised music on the bass and mandolin. Matthew Stolte had come prepared with art supplies so we all collaborated at intervals with Matthew in between word spasms. Just before we drove up from Ohio, The OSU Avant Writing Collection (which John started as part of Rare Books and Manuscripts) recieved a second installment gift from Davi Det Hompson’s widow, Nancy. And with her consent we created a few copies of a couple of visual poems Davi Det had printed around 1970. Among the six of us, we recited them in various combinations as Be Blank Consort scores (with varying success – it was fun though, and HERE IS THE LINK to Paul’s recordings from that night). Here is an example of one of Davi Det Hompson’s vispo: Image

As evening caught up with our afternoon, the final activity was the passing of pen&paper to collaborate on cinquains. These collabs were written by five of us rather then six. Matthew waited until the end to participate this time (as he was busy with paint-stencils-stamping & collage materials — which included some great B+W original photo material by Paul Baker). Matthew wrote the very last cinquain on his own…. which I’ll follow up with a scan or two of some the vispo that resulted. Matthew’s mailart contacts might find one of the many postcard size pieces in their mailboxes next year!

Palate

of the new gnomes

on the first example

whispered torsion formaldehyde

swelling

 

Crusting

in the sink hole

the Tiktaclik emerged

of man’s first disobedience and

oh, wait.

 

Portion

of sloppy head

Let’s throw in whatever

dish is near, hey what about

spindle.

 

Bust strap.

Meat bicycle

folded in your throat pool

shelves of face, fingers, feet, and eyes

flash wide

 

think fast

Floating globules

Occam’s putty feet seen

fetal sandwich swimming coldly

left right

 

John M. Bennett, Bridget B., Kevin Ducey, Paul Baker, C. Mehrl Bennett

 

– – – and finally this cinquain by Matthew Stolte:

no no

yes yes yes yes

ah um jagvire simple

grover elmo seasane street

ladle

ImageImageImageImage

 

 

 

Edward Lense Dec 2012

Edward Lense Dec 2012

by Edward Lense,
John M. Bennett, and
C. Mehrl Bennett
(written 12/18/12)

inti
until about
December 21st’s
trembling sun faucet dripping is
O.K.

He Hat
toilet brimming
backup plumber’s flushed face
falling forward into the bowl
Shot full

REPSIHW
behind the wall
shimmering with crickets
shadows and whispers in the hall
Dripping

Flashway
up vertigo
thru the schoolyard it shrank
scowling at the chatter gravel
Mumbling

Past Time
meatfall damper
sluggish ripraps rip reffs
roll the damp heavenly ingots
Off ants

Mugwomps
rolling down the
shadowed sidewalk ladder
past the skintight arbor bladders
Spitting

Toot feet
fleet foot’s flicker
football gimps on TV
spreading blear socks on your hairdo
Bats’ wings

Flipper
foggy in face
angst negating the nose
slipping dipping in the neap tide
Stinking

Thinking
of shrinking shacks,
shape of sharks, shame of ships
spread across the wrinkling ocean’s
Forehead

Been there
wearing thin weird
shorts and maps and crystals
mark the trail we must follow or
Spin down

Let us
grunt in the mist
wallow in a pig sty
nothing left of us but bow ties
Itching

The is
just a little
whiffle slunk away but
the was shifted in its suitcase
Slowly

Awhile
white walls weeping
diptics sizzling plaster
seeps into the holy water
Bubbling

Trailing

Sipping quincunx

Floating headmice ladder

Walk the talking titmouse to the

Iced hat

Dead saints

In the buckets

Well placed in a circle

Multi-red-spin fulminating

Cheese root

Swoll drut

Tear the finger

Drum the forkѐd link bit

Bit the hot lint sausage hymn

Doldrums

Find the

Rare thread song book

Clatter nostril smoker

Believe in biblical color,

Floodlings

Pink ink

The throne swallowed

All the people at once

Crinkling post-haste wanton twice the

Suit Shot

Same wurst

Dance the knocking

Turnip nipped the frog spawn

Locker dripping through the keyhole

Drip Drip

East West

Reft lightning trips

The looter sign shining

Muskrat tunnels under the bank

Of weft

Dog soul

Thirsty rabbits

Simper and whimper for

Wailing whale blues atop the rock

Salt dome

Sot home

Tossing in the

Rippled tweak twixt flippin’

Ash hock ash lock ash sock ash dock

Post haste

Camille Martin has posted a blog with PHOTOS OF US WRITING CINQUAINS AT THE RESTAURANT. So please click red line above to view.

This weekend was the 20th anniversary of the DECENTRALIZED NETWORKER CONGRESS and events happened globally — connected via Skype and Bambuser.  The USA bambuzer broadcast that we followed was via http://bambuser.com/channel/DNCroanoke although we also Skyped Graciela Garcia Marx in Argentina  and enjoyed Skype broadcast TO Roanoke from London, Argentina, and Windsor Canada… set up via one laptop w/Skype and the other facing it to broadcast via Bambuser. This often translated into pixelated images that were at times too dark to view and also, the events in London were not set up well via two laptops… we mostly watched people in Roanoke watching the other laptop! Still, all in all, it was VITAL and LIVE — which was the point.
Below are four cinquains (Five lines via 2,4,6,8,2 syllables per line) written by Adamandia Kapsalis, Julián Matthews, and C Mehrl Bennett while Mark Perry’s performance was happening in Roanoke – RE: http://bambuser.com/v/3116743
There was an anonymous person in Roanoke who contributed to one or two of these as well:
Sorry
I hear loud sounds
rutabaga gripping
banana singsong pop pop pop
blip fap
I see
got it. good. greaat.
for the krow dies bar bar
hupla hippee do ray bar bar
bar bar
staring
painful soysauce
o hey now googli ga
sitting in a suit sitting it
standing
standing
whipping whopping
in the shop pasting tense
relaxing outside the shop sign
clap clap
Mostly people in Roanoke who were present at the DNC contributed to the following cinquains: Tomislav Butkovic, Reid Wood, Brian Kounihan, Mark Perry, Warren Fry, and Jim Leftwich.
Admandia Kapsalis and Julián Matthews also contributed a few lines early for a short time on via bambuser text box on the right of screen.
See my intro and reading of the ABOVE four cinqains via bambuser broadcast : http://bambuser.com/v/3116856
You can watch the collaboration process happening in Roanoke as people took turns at the keyboard.
CMB helped on second last one via Bambuser. The last one (before Olchar’s set of four) was written by Reed Altemus,
fuck me
kneejerk cashbox
heevahava back jaw
slovenly buggering finance
sorry
sorry
ignore me
and we can hear you too
heart my jam handle, you knackwurst
nose run
hot broads
on bambuser
see the mountain due date
pederst sex offender both
poof ba
(or)
nose run
comehard dying
see the mountain due date
pederast sex offender both
poof ba
sick doc
feet hurt like coal
catholic football song
skatchbox radio typewriter
sud rod
sud rod
red reed ran down
priesthood in RIP city
someday tools will fall from trees hard
hat hat
dill kill
green tea honey
fork ran beverly blob
2PAC is the greatest rapper
forcepts
dill hat
ran into salad
venetian blinds crushed cans
things with rebecca went great shup
lingus
rocker
sitfast foresight
light triangle going
the ocean is heating this up
waves chop
cream crop
peaches hop hop
ty cobb anal bleaching
suddenly licorice juice wave
oops uhh
nun nuts
power tool
flag morphing ape dangles
bag golfing cape bangles blister
fun bun
saw tooth
sun thaw booth run
tooth took tooka took took
seems sone soot said something too sad
boot beams
mine kumph
fine frumping toot
look me slumping soot crotch
book meat lumpy hoot botch foot wine
why ummm
because
eye humm bee gnaws
sum hum bum ble bee zee
so lo be dumb yer damn hornet
door knit
row row
dunk yer flott me
jolt the turd angled mop
mapbolt angelbirds funk mott flea
dick thrust
changle
I’m doing four
word sour fung numg tongue oh
kill none needs one kill none kill none
bonk clap
bonk clap  (Note: the rest of this cinquain was completed by Reed Altemus)
glad hop find gong
plan cap hand black pop spoon
if last flop get pixel plunder
clap bonk

OLCHAR LINDSANN wrote the following four cinquains & sent them to the DNC from his workplace in Roanoke VA Saturday evening, Nov 3, 2012:

Mopped, you

in did or blood

slink category stem

was horrified at the raging

Dewdrop

in the

to enlighten

the reforms introduced

various particulars of

Holy

in pass

what shall I say

I had resolved to wear

the door of Simos’ house flies

that’s all

Hand-chains

wrapped and carto

graphed upon or raft-laugh

lavender Medusa map our

brain-pans.

(In photo from left to right) Jon Cone, Carol Adderly, C. Mehrl Bennett, Luiz Bravo, and John M. Bennett alternating lines and taking turns with starting each poem and reading aloud each poem at the Motley Cow Restaurant in Iowa City.

Algo

Podrido es

AND THIS A TUNE TO CRY

A TIME TO BE LOST, IN THE DARK

circle

tumba

A-RUM, A-DUM!

a pear buttered plum, a

a numb rum, a dumb ditty plum

pluma!

O FLAME!

Heat, light,, color –

Do it in another

So where did that long song come from?

Goonga!

Jazz riff

one two three four

Let the bamboo move on

como tuerca invisible

HAIL IT!

face change

opened eyes clue

glue fork singing in the rain

AND WET DOG STIR BY WAVING FACE

change face.

Carol Adderley, Jon Cone, Luiz Bravo, John M. Bennett, and C. Mehrl Bennett

These were written (via alternating lines- JMB is the Spanish expert)

while awaiting our meal at a restaurant after spending the afternoon

up on Macchu Pichu on July 31, 2012:

 

tumba

chomba chomba

mi cara de fósil

limp my foot and limp my stool

)sin luz(

 

granite

cloud stool’s water

reflect three Inca steps

deflect my breath four times shadows

up down

 

trueno

three steps to go

la acequia que muere

glaciers melt with global warming

and pants