NAPOWRIMOCONTEST,6414,EMOTIONAL BAGGAGES OF STILL LIFE or DREAMS REHEATED IN MICROWAVES

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PROMPT OF THE DAY – we got rather complicated with yesterday’s prompt,so today’s is much simpler. take a good look outside your window.spend a minute or so jotting down all the nouns you see outside.then spend a minute or so writing down all the colours you see.finally,think about taking place outside.spend a minute or so writing down all the verbs you see.now you’ve got a whole list of words from which to build a poem,mixing and matching as you go.happy writing.

EMOTIONAL BAGGAGES OF STILL LIFE or DREAMS REHEATED IN MICROWAVES

control ; what an emerald illusion

sequences of special offers in supermarket chains

dark blue mothers

with emotional baggages of still life ;

mirrors of ivory lies

five blue soul beggars

with left overs of memories in paper boxes ;

mirrors of broken promises

rusted dreams reheated in microwaves

successions of replicas condemned to black futures

world’s commitment to mediocrity

a.aime

WE ARE INFINITE OXYMORONS

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for a long time i’ve been wondering about this kind of people.

those two-pieces puzzles that will never fit in.

those who carry inside two ” selves ”, one the opposite of the other.

and i’m not talking about being a ”bit sweet a bit harsh”.

and i’m not talking about being a ”mix” of qualities that meet halfway.

and i’m not talking about being hesitating.

they, they don’t know ”a bit”. they know ”all” and they know ”nothing”.

they, they are no mix and no halfways. they are opposite charges pushing the opposite edges with the same intensity.

they, they can’t be undecided, they are obliged to make a choice every second of their lives, just in order to BE.

they are, we are, infinite oxymorons.

and it’s ok.

we CAN be opposites at the same time:

we will get more scars, we will hurt each other, electrons will run fast and chaos will be our loyal friend:

but our misfit souls will be the most enlightening!

and now that i got through this, i wonder about other people too.

the most common error is to force the unification of a soul. too soon.

here, easily explained the identity crisis so many people suffer from.

how could they ever understand themselves, their true wishes or desires, if they can’t even see what they are made of?

eventually, there are the so-called grey souls, the perfect balanced mixes.

let me just give you all a hint :

the more extreme our magnetic poles are, the more grows the tension, the more you will sparkle.

and, let’s be straight, isn’t that passive acknowledgment of the human condition a ”bit” sad?

THINK.

a.aime

NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 30th APRIL 2013 // HOW TO LOSE MY SOUL A HOME

Posted by A. in NaPoWriMo contest 2013 and tagged with aaime, aaimepharmacy, alone, alone maya angelou, altea aime, and, anymore, art, art contest, arts, as, as many as you can, because, bleary-eyed, but, can, can make it out there just with love, children, close, closer, contrary, convinced, doctor, don't, don't know, don't try, draft, each, earth, english, everybody, example, final, final prompt, find, fire, fire is thirsty, first, first draft, for, for example, full, full of love, fun, get, girls, gold, happy, home, how, how to lose, how to lose my soul a home, i, i don't, i don't know, i know, i never learn, i say, i won't tell, i won't tell you what i don't know, i'm, i'm not, is, it, just, kind, know, last day, learn, like, likely, line, literature, little, lose, love, make, make it, many, may, maya angelou, mean the opposite, meaning, men, money, my, my soul, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo 2013, NaPoWriMo 30th april, NaPoWriMo a.aime, NaPoWriMo aaime, NaPoWriMo aaimepharmacy, NaPoWriMo altea aime, NaPoWriMo contest, NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 30th APRIL 2013 // HOW TO LOSE MY SOUL A HOME, NaPoWriMo contest 2013, NaPoWriMo last day, NaPoWriMo prompt of the day, NaPoWriMo.net, need, never, new york, no, no doctor, nobody, nobody can make it out there just with love, not, of, of this kind, opposite, original, out, out there, poem, poet, poetry, poetry contest, polishing, poor, poor people, poor people with money to spend, prompt, prompt of the day, put back together, radio, really, replacing, respond, rewrite, rhetorical, rhetorical strategies, say, sea, see, shall i compare thee to a summer's day, short, shortish, sky, soul, souls, spend, stone, strategy, take apart, tell, that, the, the earth, the sea, the sky, the wind, their, there, there is, there is no doctor, thirsty, this, this kind, to, to get, to lose, to spend, tomorrow, try, turn, turn gold, usa, useless, useless souls, walking, water, way, well, what, wherever, wherever fire is thirsty but water is stone, wind, with, with love, women, word, work, write, writer, writing, writing contest, yes, you April 30, 2013

And now our final prompt! Find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.” Your first draft of this kind of opposite poem will likely need a little polishing, but this is a fun way to respond to a poem you like, while also learning how that poem’s rhetorical strategies really work. (It’s sort of like taking a radio apart and putting it back together, but for poetry). Happy writing!

walking, bleary-eyed

tomorrow

i know well how to lose my soul a home :

wherever fire is thirsty

but water is stone

i never learn

and i’m not convinced anymore

that everybody

and everybody

can make it out there just with love

love, full of love

nobody, i say nobody

can make it out there just with love

poor people

with money to spend

girls, not women

children, not men

there is no doctor

for their useless souls

and nobody

yes, nobody

can make it out there just with love

love, full of love

nobody, i say nobody

can make it out there just with love

don’t try to get closer

i won’t tell you what i don’t know

the sky may turn gold

the wind may turn kind

the earth may turn the sea

and i won’t see you anymore

because nobody

and nobody

can make it out there just with love

love, full of love

nobody, i say nobody

can make it out there just with love

a.aime

(ORIGINAL POEM : ALONE BY MAYA ANGELOU)

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15624

NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 29th APRIL 2013 // A BOAT-SHAPED WOODEN HEART

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And now our prompt. In honor of the many poets outside of the United States who are participating in NaPoWriMo, Gloria Gonsalves (originally from Tanzania and now living in Germany) has suggested that we try writing poems that contain at least five words in other languages. You could perhaps write a poem that takes place in a foreign country or, like our featured blogger for the day, write a poem based on overheard conversation (inclusive of foreign words). So whether you have to dig deep into what you remember from high-school Spanish, or use a dictionary to translate a few interesting words into other languages, why not drop a Mohrrübe or an asciugamano into your work today (even if it seems de trop. Happy writing!

I let the front door open.

I run out.

run away, run away, run away little starlet!

but I still hear your voices…

i still hear the words of your broken promises,

i still feel the blade of your mediocre love brushing my skin,

i still see your ghosts in my head…

AAAAAH!!!!AAAAAH!!!

scream, scream, scream louder little starlet !

( oh you are so spectacular girl, so clever, so unique, you are what I’ve been searching for, I love you, I’ ll never let you go…I PROMISE … )

AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

run, run, run faster little starlet..

i stop and spin round, round,

round again… faster, harder,

until i fall on the ground and close my eyes.

rain on me,

now,

please,

rain on me…

I am leaving this world behind,

to you,

where you all belong.

I am sorry,

but I belong to a different place…

I belong to this rainy sky.

and when you’ll be thinking of me,

just picture a girl in a boat-shaped wooden heart,

waving a red balloon,

from the middle of a lake…

I’m there, where your heartless souls will never ever reach me…

a.aime

NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 26th APRIL 2013 // YOU ARE STILL THE SUNSET FROM A PUBLIC OFFICE

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And now the prompt. This one’s a bit tricky. Back in 1977, the poet Ronald Johnson first published “RADI OS”, an “erasure” of Milton’s “Paradise Lost”. Basically, Johnson took a copy of Milton’s long poem, and systematically erased whole words and even lines, while maintaining the relative position of the remaining words. You can see a brief excerpt here. Today, I challenge you to perform an erasure of your own. Go ahead and copy and paste the text into a document, and then start whiting-out words. Or make a photocopy of a long poem you like, and mark over words on the copy. You can form a whole new poem just by taking words away! Once you’re done, you can leave the spaces as they are (I rather like the “ghosted” look of all that empty space), or take the left-over words and keep playing with them, reforming new poems from them. Happy writing!

fire is your faithful friend

black eye-liner to go off to war

to the left edge of the galaxy

( the humidity of the garages )

our souls gasping for breathing

for a temporary occupation

it was an endurance race

take me to the blind with you

i’ll be the airship in your inconsolable storms

( give me 50 cents )

couldn’t realize your mirrored earrings

were shooting subliminal flashes

couldn’t realize the lines of your sight

you are a woman a woman a woman

we will put beds everywhere

we will fly dirty mattresses

( the smell of bleach spreads )

we will sleep with our clothes still on

we will be gipsy herons

but all the sparks you make

is not productive enough

such a shame now that you were so near

but you are still the sunset from a public office

( jesus christ hanging on the walls )

you are mine

to betray and shine

i will always keep your eyes as an amulet

in the hidden pocket of my coat

and you will come back from the world

maybe

one day

you will come back home

a.aime

( translated, adapted, erased and changed )

NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 25th APRIL 2013 // YOUNG VETERANS OF FOREIGN WARS

Posted by A. in NaPoWriMo contest 2013 and tagged with 6, 68, 8, 8/6, a magician will fly a dove, a symphony of white lights, aaime, aaimepharmacy, abab, abab rhyme pattern, actually, altea aime, alternating, art, art contest, ballad, ballads, blade, blades, blame, break up, chaos, count, danny boy, dark, darkest, dove, employing, english, floor, fly, folk, folk song, foreign, form, four, four-line, four-line verses, fun, funny, generate, genre, golden, happy, have, iambic, iambic line, iambic pattern, if, including, international contest, knight, light, line, love, love ballad, love tale, magician, major, major scale, major scale golden knights, meter, might be, murder, murder ballad, murder tale, music, music set, music talent, music tune, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo 2013, NaPoWriMo 25th april, NaPoWriMo aaime, NaPoWriMo aaimepharmacy, NaPoWriMo altea aime, NaPoWriMo contest, NaPoWriMo contest 2013, NaPoWriMo prompt of the day, NaPoWriMo.net, narrative, night, nights painted in red blames, paint, painted, pattern, poem, poet, poetry, power, power ballad, prompt, prompt of the day, raise, razor, razor blade, red, refrain, rhyme, rhyme scheme, rhymed poem, rusted, rusted razor blades on sad floors, sad, sad tale, same, same souls, sentimental, sentimental ballad, set, shade, silly, silly tale, song, soul, story, sub-genre, syllables, symphony, tale, tales, tell a story, the darkest shades, think, traditional, try, tune, type, universal, usa, use, verse, veteran, veterans, violent, violent love, war, white, will, will raise poetry chaos and violent love, write, writing, writing contest, years, young, young veterans of foreign wars April 25, 2013

And now, our prompt. Traditionally, ballads were rhymed poems that told a story of some kind, and were often set to music. They were sometimes set in four-line verses, with an ABAB rhyme pattern, employing alternating 8 and 6 syllable, iambic lines. This 8/6 iambic pattern is sometimes referred to as ballad meter. The use of this type of pattern was not universal, however, and old ballads often involve different syllable counts, as well as refrains that break up the verses.The form has generated many sub-genres over the years, including the sentimental ballad (think “Danny Boy“), the gruesome murder ballad, and of course, the power ballad. The form’s come a long way from the folk songs with which it began, but the narrative aspect of the ballad remains intact. Your ballad could be sad, or funny. It could tell a tale of love, or murder, or just something silly. If you have any musical talent, it might be fun to try and actually make a tune for your ballad! Happy writing!

same souls, the darkest shades

young veterans of foreign wars

nights painted in red blames

rusted razor blades on sad floors

major scale, golden knights

a magician will fly a dove

a symphony of white lights

will raise poetry, chaos and violent love

a.aime

NAPOWRIMO CONTEST // 9th APRIL 2013 // THE SWEETEST DEATH

Posted by A. in NaPoWriMo contest 2013 and tagged with 2013, 367 days, 8th april 2013, 9th april, a man who could love, aaime, aaimepharmacy, again, ago, altea aime, aware, behind, believe, blood, book, breakfast, carousel, choose, completely, cry, cry blood, crying blood, day, death, empty, empty book, english, eventually, everyday, excuse me, face, find, found love, go to work, impossible, inside, joke, kids, lay, leave behind, leave the world behind, letter, life, look for me, love, love is the sweetest death, man, message, monday, name, NaPoWriMo, NaPoWriMo 2013, NaPoWriMo 9th april 2013, NaPoWriMo aaime, NaPoWriMo aaimepharmacy, NaPoWriMo altea aime, NaPoWriMo contest 2013, no sense, nobody, noir, noir inspiration, noir poem, now, old, one year ago, picture, poem, poetry, remember, search, see, shave, shelf, shit, soul, stab, steal, suddenly, suicide, suicide letter, suicide love letter, sweet, tears of unicorn, the sweetest death, throw away, trust, turn, unicorn, usa, useless, wake up, wash, with love, world, year, you just pick up a pen and you write, you know how to write a poem don't you steve April 9, 2013

And now our (totally optional) prompt. I’m a sucker for a good mystery novel, especially the hard-boiled noir novels of the thirties and forties. There’s always a two-timing blonde, a city that keeps its secrets, and stuck in the middle, a man who just can’t help but rabbit after truth. Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. After all, “you know how to write a poem, don’t you, Steve? You just pick up a pen and you write.”

WEDNESDAY, 9th APRIL 2013

I do, I clearly do remember what happened that day.

It was Monday, 8th, April 2012.

I woke up

I washed and shaved my face

I had breakfast

I went to work

I did the same shit i did everyday.

When I came back home I found a letter from abroad, impossible to see exactly where it came from.

Inside, I found a picture of a stabbed unicorn, turning on a carousel, crying blood.

And a message. written in the left corner, in capital letters: ” LOVE IS THE SWEETEST DEATH. ”

I threw it away. I thought it was probably a joke made by some kids.

It has been one year now since I received that letter.

And I am now writing my own one.

A suicide love note.

367 days ago my life had no sense because there was no love.

I found it eventually, I trusted it, I believed in it.

Then, suddenly it was taken away from me.

Love was able to see my soul, to find it, and then steal it.

And now, I feel like an empty book,

laying on a shelf among other useless old books,

completely aware that nobody will ever look at me again, or search my name.

And so World excuse me, while I live you behind.

All I can say is that if could come back,

I WOULD STILL CHOOSE THE SWEETEST DEATH.

with love, by a man who could love.

a.aime

ILLUSIONS

Posted by A. in PHARMACY and tagged with aaime, aaimepharmacy, aime, already, altea, altea aime, am, anima, are, art, dreams, esistere, essere, exist, filosofia, già, hide, illusion, illusione, illusioni, illusions, ingannare, kill, lei, nascondersi, niente, no, not, pesieri, philosophy, place, poesia, poetry, posto, rubare, she, sogni, sostanza, soul, steal, substance, thoughts, trick, uccidere, veri, will, writing, you February 23, 2013

YOU ARE NOTHING

I AM NOTHING

WE ARE NOTHING

YOU EXIST BUT YOU ARE NOT

I EXIST BUT I AM NOT

WE EXIST BUT WE ARE NOT…

…AND WHERE SUBSTANCE IS MISSING, ILLUSION FINDS A PLACE.

SHE, WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL

SHE, WILL SET YOU APART FROM THE ONES YOU LOVE

SHE, SHE WILL TRICK YOU,

SHE WILL HIDE AMONG YOUR TRUE DREAMS,

AND WILL STOP YOU FROM BEING.

ILLUSIONS WILL KILL YOU

ILLUSIONS WILL KILL ME

ILLUSIONS WILL KILL US

OR MAYBE, THEY’VE ALREADY DONE IT.

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DISEASE AND SALVATION

Posted by A. in PHARMACY and tagged with anima, art, arte, citazione, denial, disease, esilio, exile, eye, friedrich nietzsche, hell, horror, inferno, life, malattia, mirror, mondo, negazione, nietzsche, occhio, orrore, paradise, paradiso, pensiero, quote, rassegnazione, refuge, renunciation, resignation, rifugio, riga, rinuncia, salvation, salvezza, schopenhauer, screaming, sole, soul, specchio, staccare, sun, vita, world October 12, 2012

..in it, every line was screaming the renunciation,

the denial and the resignation,

I was standing there looking at the world as in a mirror,

and together my life and my soul, overwhelmed by horror;

and inside it, as if it was the sun,

the big eye of art was staring at me, turning me away from the world;

and in it I saw disease and salvation, exile and refuge,

and hell as much as paradise..

Nietzsche about the writings of Schopenhauer

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DISEASE AND SALVATION