The "dozenth" day, friends.
The number 12 makes manifold appearances in cultures across the world. In the "[a]ncient Greek religion, the Twelve Olympians were the principal gods of the pantheon [and] Greek mythology has the twelve labours of Hercules." In other religions, the "chief Norse god, Odin, had 12 sons." In the Old Testament, "Jacob had 12 sons, who were the progenitors of the Twelve Tribes of Israel, while the New Testament describes twelve apostles of Jesus" (Wikipedia).
Of course, there are also 12 hours on a clock face, 12 inches in a foot, 12 months in a year, 12 grades in American school, 12 steps in Alcoholics Anonymous, 12 people on a jury for serious crimes, 12 days of Christmas, and 12 signs in the Zodiac, both Western and Chinese. I'm a Gemini and a Dragon; what are you in both Zodiacs?
At the Poetic Asides Pub, Robert Lee Brewer suggests, "write a broke poem. The poem could be about a broken record, broken relationship, or someone who is just flat broke (no money)."
At the NaPoWriMo Bar and Grill, Maureen Thorson borrows from Charles Bernstein's "poetry experiments" list: "write a poem consisting entirely of things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc."
Okay, everyone, once again, tried both prompts. Only got Brewer's "broke" in there once, so mostly Thorson tonight.
Song for My Father
Props again to one of my poetry-writing students today. To Becca Andrea, who wrote a letter poem for workshop this week: reading your poem helped me figure out what form this poem needed to take. Thank you, Becca.
Such a treat to find out about Bernstein's list of 93 "experiments" from today's NaPoWriMo prompt
Bernstein, it turns out, also offers a "Poem Profiler," a list of "rhetorical features of individual poems," for example, "Coefficient of weirdness (wackiness quotient)." Gotta love it!
Okay, friends, looking forward to the thirteenth day tomorrow. Go write a poem. And comment below, please? Thanks. Ingat, everyone.
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