Upcoming April IBPC 2016:

[Michael (MV)]

any newcomers or returnees this month, Welcome!

and here is a home link to the IBPC rules: http://ibpc.webdelsol.com/rules


Poems recommended to represent the Block are posted here in this thread, along with all IBPC required info.

When the 1-3 are decided upon, and permission granted by each author of the selected poems,

along with the all info needed by each author:


1/Your name

2/e-mail address

3/statement that the poem is your original

4/and unpublished work

5/and that you are not representing in the current IBPC

6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.

^^ All of the above is the usual needed info as part of the process.


I will then forward the 1-3 to the IBPC finals.


Please reply - accept or decline - in this thread.

Thanks,

Michael (MV)

[morkhenderson]

Hello Michael

You asked whether I'd like my Rothko to be considered for the April IBPC. The answer is 'yes please'.

Info:
Name: Mork Henderson (real name Mike Hession, which I don't mind being used)

Email: hessionmike@gmail.com


This is my original unpublished work, and I'm not representing any other board.


Please use this workshopped version:

Twice a day I find myself
walking aimlessly around this field
as my labrador snouts the corners
in olfactory delirium.

There is a game I play
as I pace through the drizzle,
headphones snug in my ears,
music on random shuffle:
If this song was an artwork,
what kind of artwork would it be?

A paint-encrusted room-size canvas?
Outsider art penned obsessively
on the inside of a matchbox?
A crazily balanced kinetic sculpture?

So, Just by Radiohead
is a dark modern canvas,
a field of almost-black
attacked by stabs and jags of muddy colour.

Hank Williams is American Gothic,
figurative and ironic,
of its time and always,
laced with a stoic humour
and traces of a quiet mid-Western joie de vivre.

And Parklife is a Stanley Spencer diorama,
naïvely painted in a storybook style:
a man feeding plump pigeons;
some red-faced, middle-aged joggers
going round, and round, and round...

But a Rothko is like no sound I will ever hear --
the weathered breathing of a sleeping giant;
the hum of a magnetic field,
altering the pressure of my inner ear;
the dreamsong of a mythic whale,
moving its bulk through Arctic waters
like a great, primal Zeppelin.

The vision of an artist,
transmitted through three thousand miles of space
and sixty years of of time
at a wavelength matching my pulse,
bringing it down, down, down.

[Michael (MV)]

 
Thanks, Mork Henderson, for allowing Rothko to represent for the Block.

And Thanks for providing all the needed info.

Good Luck in the finals.


Perhaps Billy's Saying the Unsayable is available.

I'll PM him.





Michael (MV)

 
 
 
 
  

 

[morkhenderson]

Thanks Michael. I've just read Billy's poem, and I agree it would be a fine contender.

[Billy]

This is my original work, has not been published, and I'm not representing any other board.

Billy Howell-Sinnard
bhowellsinnard@gmail.com


Saying the Unsayable

Hands clasped behind his head,
he says something I can't understand.

Morphine mixes words in a slow
gooey concoction soothing his pain,

blurring the days that are left,
the whys ungraspable.

The dog has gotten outside.
He struggles to remember her name.

"She'll be run over like the last one."
It's a busy road that connects

to a highway, a shortcut.
His wife has run after the dog.

While she is gone he asks, "You
know don't you, will this work again,"

pointing to his legs, the left one
amputated below the knee, the right

too painful deep inside the bone
to move. His question tentative

as if he knows the answer
has nothing to do with his legs.

I tell him what no one has said
about this last road he must cross.

Before the moment lasts too long,
the dog bounds into the room.

[Michael (MV)]

 
Thanks, Billy, for allowing Saying the Unsayable to represent for the Block.

And Thanks for providing all the needed info.

Good Luck in the finals.


Now, recommendation(s) for a 3rd?

I'll represent if needed.

no foolin'



Michael (MV)