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

 

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(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

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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.