Cut and paste, pastiche, remixing – Patchwork Quilt is the found poetry classic. Our challenge is to take a line, phrase, or words from each of our Ouliposts, and use them to create a new poem.
For the last poem, my goal was to create an homage to my fellow Ouliposters. I followed the rules, but didn’t love the result – too long, too wordy. I’ve included the original version towards the bottom, but I’m started with a reduced version.
Wrap up in all the patchwork words of the Oulipost community at the Found Poetry Review.
Love Song for Oulipo
morning on an unofficial
street. The world made weighty,
finite songs, storylines
that end up intersecting.
We grasped and clawed,
getting drawn deeper into
the unexpectedly beautiful,
the terrain of taboo.
Reality, leviathan, woke
us from sleep dazed beds;
lost us in the frenetic swirl
of breathless notes.
We started spore songs
called things by their
real names, dazzled
people with twisted lines.
We own a raw universe;
we have it right where
we want it. It’s a miracle –
we want to keep it going.
morning on an unofficial street.
The goal came – create poetry, weighty
finite songs, storylines that end up
intersecting. the world made us ready.
How can we make this harder?
We grasped and clawed, progressing down
the unexpectedly beautiful terrain of taboo;
we worked at habit, getting drawn deeper
into the writing.
When the leviathan known as reality
woke us from our sleep dazed beds, when
we lost ourselves in the swirl of breathless
frenetic notes, when we had to create more
or maintain an unaltered condition –
we amazed! Embracing our fascination
with the unknown, we produced new expressions,
started spore songs, thinking which
twisted unstraight lines, we called things by
their real names, and dazzled the people!
Suddenly, it’s late; it’s been too long already.
We did much, but time is an issue this week –
we’re not sharing anymore. It’s exciting,
it’s a miracle, it continues to enthrall us.
I want to keep it going.
We have just now begun to understand
what we can do. We are all self-taught;
whenever you need help, please call. We
own a raw universe; I thought we got it
right where we wanted it – who’s with me?