Re-Codifying a Poem: Susan Watson’s “Outside” with DNA Added/Subtracted

Here is Susan Watson’s post/poem “Outside”.  Click here now.

Full of images and ideas, right?  Poetic as all “get-out”.

I took my handy annotating tool, Diigo, and highlighted and tried to simplify (for my own understanding). Here is the raw material I mined from her post/poem.

Outside
waking
brain retreats
I want I want
don’tdont’dont comment by Terry Elliott
inevitable hopelessness
unenviable dread
seeps through
seeping through comment by Terry Elliott
each beginning
each day
I try
I try I try I try comment by Terry Elliott
to lever
to pry
myself
into the day,
I Resist
normalcy
black murk
some days
the sun
grabs me by the neck
a best friend
refuses
me wallow
Outside
weighted by two-ton memories
I slog
through thick magnetic mud comment by Terry Elliott
neck my arm my heart toward Outside
navigate
holy map
make it
dragged along
surfeit of, glimmers
a path appear
exponentially into a widening
view of
this bird this tree this weed this flower this shadow. This air
the grey fizz fuzz buzz
makes me feel
Alive. Outside.
doorway
portal
combination lock
fumble

A poem is a wild digital thing loosed into the world and as such fair game for remix.  I remix in order to slow read, slow process, otherwise I glide over its surface like sponge over teflon.  You might be a better reader, but if reading is anything like listening or observing, then my best guess is that you gloss over the lot, too.  This isn’t judgment or condemnation.  This is just the way it is.

I…must…..widen….my ……….gyre in order to find my prey.  And my prey is not the secret sitting in the middle, not the solved mystery, not some puzzle clicking into place.  My prey is food, to be eaten and made into my substance as well.  Food and words, slow food and slow words.

And now to slow it down further, I recodify.  I honor the original by making something different with its DNA–not a clone but a child poem arising from the original. The same lineage but a different line. (Sorry, it won’t embed yet.)

Susan Watson’s “Outside”–food and air for those who need it.

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Thank you Susan for food and air and water.

 

Fred Nails It: Nary a Notice

In my hollar, natives still use the expression “nary”. Only the way they pronounce it, it rhymes with “sorry”.  And it’s clipped at the end so that it sounds like “Nar”.  Here’s some dialogue to demonstrate.

Terry:  Hey, Fred. Loved the worm post.

Fred: Thanks, Terry, but I’m puzzled.

Terry: What do you mean?

Fred: Nary a notice of it earlier.

Terry:  Nar one?

Fred: Nar one.

Fred Mindlin is the very real correspondent above and his puzzlement is also concrete, too.  I share his puzzlement over this particular post which is real universe of discourse and in my own lack of traction in my own work.  I responded to him on the #CLMOOC Facebook page.  Because that is a closed space (until the end of this six week MOOC at least) I carry over the response into this open space.

Here is my soliloquy from Facebook in response

I am not surprised. Blogs are easy to ignore, anything smacking of ‘long form’ reflections get short shrift in our nano aware, attention-centric social networks. I believe that “attention” is part of the commons and in order for networks to become communities, for us to become humans instead of nodes, we have to figure out a way to share that attention. It is a limited resource, what Nobel economist  Elinor Ostrom called a “common pool resource”. She spent her whole life chronicling how we can manage that resource in other ways beside the fake invisible hand of the market. I am thinking more and more that we need rules to do this otherwise there is no room for Fred or me or newbies and damn sure no breathing space for the lurkers.

And this put me of a mind to bring together two of the greatest thinkers I know, Thomas Jefferson and Elinor Ostrom.

the earth belongs in usufruct to the

 

I am going to be thinking about this a lot as #CLMOOC shifts into creeper gear (farm tractor terminology) and even more as I rethink the classroom space as a commons, a shared attention space.  Jefferson will remind me that it is the folk who know the territory and Ostrom will remind me that there is a lot of successful practice in the world that we can turn into useful theory including #CLMOOC.