Upcoming November 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



In this thread, from the poems posted in the workshop forum during the course of the month, recommend/nominate by title & author.

Nominated poets, please acknowledge the nomination here in this thread.
Please reply by accepting or declining the nomination - in this thread.

Please note & observe: This is not a workshopping thread.

In this thread, poems that are ultimately selected to represent the Block are then posted here
as the author would like for the poem to be forwarded
along with all IBPC required info.

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

along with all the 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4/and unpublished work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.



Thanks,

Michael (MV)

[Michael (MV)]

Bob's My Garden Cooled Her Heels

and Parfum by bernie


I have requested their permission in the threads where I have commented on each of poems.

Waiting to here from each in this designated thread.


Any other recommendations.

Please voice here in this thread.


Thanks



Michael (MV)

[Bernie01]

Bernard Henrie

mojave216bernard@aol.com

This is my original work.

The poem is unpublished.

This poem or myself not otherwise representing a poetry forum.

my final version:


In France
a girl may date
her professor
without hiding;

or a man old
as her father
tottering in
États-Unis.

My professor
redolently gorgeous.
A Floridian coed.

My exchange
student girl
friends turned green.

He spanked
my hips turning
them red
as barber poles.

To lounge afterwards
like a barefoot boy
on a river dock
in Missouri.

He only knew
Harvard so I told him
Missouri was the first
name for the University.

His eyes swelled
to ovals when I described
how girls there expected
a spanking once a week.

My hips hot
as safety matches
raked by his voluminous
eyes shaggy as all summer.

Careless white grub,
bread and wine
inflicted across the white
ass of the moon.

[FranktheFrank]

Best wishes with this one Bernie.

[Michael (MV)]

 
Thanks, Bernie - good luck in the finals


I had hoped, as usual, that others might voice recommendations.

and also no response from Bob - I'm sending a PM

therefore, Frank,

the comments in the thread of your poem Killing them Softly (2012) encourage me to request:

if you don't already have a poem committed to represent another board this November IBPC 2016,
then please consider allowing - Killing them Softly (2012) - to represent for the Block.

Accept or decline in this thread at Palaver Upcoming November IBPC 2016:

viewtopic.php?f=3&t=6390


If accepting, then please provide - asap - in that thread
a final edition of the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals
and all the other needed info, as delineated in the initial entry of that thread.

Franks, please, tend to any last minute workshopping details - if any - in the thread where the poem is posted in the workshop forum.

Thanks, Frank.

Michael (MV)

 

 

 

 
 
 
 

[BobBradshaw]

Thanks, Michael. I grant permission, and thank you for sending an email...

1/Bob Bradshaw

2/bobbybradshw@yahoo.com

3/The poem is my original

4/and has never been published

5/and I am not representing any other forum

6/and the poem as you would like it forwarded to the finals.
The way it's posted is fine:

My Garden Cooled Her Heels


as winter lingered. I was impatient,
having long ago mulched the azaleas,

fertilized the zinnias,
and begun my watch for buds

the way Capistrano citizens await
the swallows' return.

Finally, spring here, poppies
and tulips flaring, my garden

dressed in bright orange
and red, I'm fifteen again--

filled with nervous
energy, my first boyfriend

on his way to pick me up
for the concert

^^ 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.

[FranktheFrank]

Thank you Michael,

[Michael (MV)]

 
Hi Frank,

Thanks for agreeing & for your prompt response; and . . .

. . Although I specified workshopping in the workshop forum, I see here now a need to highly recommend

that since there is so much documentation before the reader can commence with the poem itself,

I recommend as:

after Killing Them Softly  directed by Andrew Dominik (2012)

Jackie Cogan: They cry, they plead, they beg, they piss themselves, they cry for their mothers.
It gets embarrassing. I like to kill 'em softly; from a distance.


then the poem - here are the opening stanzas to show proper quote punctuation

The engine purrs,
Kenny changes gear
the exhaust lets out a whoop
of throaty triumph.

Cogan speaks softly,
Kenny responds to
his prompting.

"Nice an’ smooth."
Window slides down,
Rain batters the car,
wipers brush back an’ fore
with a humdrum clunk.

"Right ahead Kenny,
a little bit ahead;
pull right up next to him."
The break squeal introduces
an adjunct to the wipers
as the score of Love letters
eases into the film.

(btw, symbolically, it's as if the wipers are conducting the theme song;
and, too, "ease" is an apt word choice)

and for the last 2 stanzas:

Obama speaks from a barroom TV
his inaugural address,
" . . . to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm
that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one ... "

Cogan shouts out loudly over the TV -
This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community.
Don't make me laugh. I'm living in America, and in America
you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business.
Now pay me the money for the hit.

^^ putting Cogan's in italics echoes back to his voice in italics in the epigraph - bookends the poem.


then, after the poem, the following info footnoted, kinda like end credits  

"Love Letters" (1945); Lyrics: Edward Heyman; Music: Victor Young; Vocals: Ketty Lester (1982)


Frank, let me know - asap - here in this thread if you are in accord w/ the re-arrangements of these incidentals.

Thanks, Frank

Michael (MV)

Thank you Michael, I am honoured to represent this board
for the November 2016 IBPC, details as requested:

1/Ieaun ap Hywel

2/ieuanaphywel@aol.com.

3/The poem is my original

4/my unpublished poem

5/I am not representing any other forum at this moment

6/ poem to be forwarded to the final:

Killing them Softly (2012)

Lyrics: Love Letters by Edward Heyman
Music: Victor Young
Song: Love Letters, 1945
Sung by Ketty Lester 1982

'Jackie Cogan: 'They cry, they plead, they beg, they piss themselves,
they cry for their mothers. It gets embarrassing. I like to kill 'em softly;
from a distance.'
Film: 'Killing Them Softly' 2012 - directed by Andrew Dominik

The engine purrs,
Kenny changes gear
the exhaust lets out a whoop
of throaty triumph.

Cogan speaks softly,
Kenny responds to
his prompting.

‘Nice an’ smooth.’
Window slides down,
Rain batters the car,
wipers brush back an’ fore
with a humdrum clunk.

‘Right ahead Kenny,
a little bit ahead;
pull right up next to him.’
The break squeal introduces
an adjunct to the wipers
as the score of Love letters
eases into the film.

Markie, hugs his broken ribs,
turns, the weight of the beating
in his stare. Two minutes
and nineteen seconds left
time enough to sing goodbye.

Misery fills his turned-down mouth.
Eyes swing to their fullest extent;
A bridge of blood upon his broken nose.

A pistol, the chamber moves back
unleashes it’s spite, a puff of smoke
ejects from its side, rain droplets shake free
as a bullet speeds out of its cloud
hurling towards Markie.

Love letters straight from my heart

Markie flinches, turns to look away,
The bullet strikes his window, a maze
of crazy stress-fractures imprints the glass.
A black hole appears above and left of centre,
The glass shatters as the bullet enters,
the ejected cartridge-case pirouettes,
vapour ghosts as it spins for a slowed
down eternity out the window.

Keep us so near while apart

The hammer comes back and fires again
The chamber recoils.
Markie throws up a ward-off hand,
A flash shines out of the cloud of grey,
the resultant missile spins toward him
and hits. Blood erupts from Markie’s head
He may not know it, but Markie is dead.

I’m not alone in the night

Blood and water droplets fill the cab
They are so beautiful: Their slow motion
action and the wonder of the song insulates
us from the horror of the scene. Markie
is dying alone in a storm.
Cogan shoots again . . .

When I can have all the love that you write

the bullet strikes the door panel,
a body shot. The car drifts forward
into a Tee junction with Markie
slumped forward . . .

I memorise every line

Lights approach side on from a vehicle,
that lights up Markie, he appears to sit up,
hands displayed,
but he’s dead.

And kiss the name that you sign

The force of the collision rotates
Markie’s car one hundred
and eighty degrees, it completes
the turn with a sideways skid
that throws water up from the tires,
then settles down to a halt.

and . . . darling then I read again

The wipers continue to operate,
clunk . . . clunk, the noise fills the cab
Markie's cadaver moves with the swing.
A pickup appears from the blackness
of the night from the front and crashes,
the bonnet lifts and a dozen
loose components lift up and out.

Right from the start

The force smacks Markie’s head
into the windscreen
and smashes it
as well as Markie's head.

The song winds down slowly,
a smash-cut to black.

Obama speaks from a barroom TV
his inaugural address,
' . . . to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm
that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one ... '

Cogan shouts out loudly over the TV,
'This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community.
Don't make me laugh. I'm living in America, and in America
you're on your own. America's not a country. It's just a business.
Now pay me the money for the hit.'

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

[FranktheFrank]

Yes, I am happy for you to do that Michael,

[Michael (MV)]

 
Thanks, Frank, for your o.k. .


"eases" is grammmatically correct

I forgot the "s" b/c I was focussed on the core infinite: to "ease"




Michael (MV)

Yes, I am happy for you to do that Michael,
Please note British speech quotes are thus:

'thus,' he said.

not American thus:

"thus," he said.

I am not sure if you are recommending ease to replace eases,
I prefer to be grammatically correct, as I see it:

Present
I ease
you ease
he/she/it eases [In this case the music eases into the film clip]
we ease
you ease
they ease

I had concerns myself Michael about the pre-poem matter,
did not know how to proceed, I feel we should give full
credits in 'Found Ekphrastic' poems, credits at the end will work
much better.

Thanks very much that is a great idea to italicise Cogan's closing
remarks.

regards