Amotisse - week ten
You have surely played with Acrostic poems before and I invite you to do so again. There are a few options as far as form goes, so choose what appeals to you or try them all. I’ve found a fun infographic from the poetry website https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/
For the first use your name, for the second choose a favourite word or one from our word bank.
Wikipedia describes an acrostic as “a poem in which the first letter of each line spells out a word, message or the alphabet. The word comes from the French acrostiche from post-classical Latin acrostichis, from Koine Greek ἀκροστιχίς, from Ancient Greek ἄκρος "highest, topmost" and στίχος "verse". As a form of constrained writing, an acrostic can be used as a mnemonic device to aid memory retrieval.”
Free writing – we have visited the sense of smell and touch, now we will focus on sounds, noise, hearing, associations and sensitivities to sound. What does your world sound like? What role does sound have in your life? Write for 15 minutes or as long as your words keep flowing.
In week two, we used I AM to prompt a descriptive collaged list of ourselves. This time we will turn our I AM into a contradictory litany, a hymn to existence, an ode to joy or all of the above. I came across the first two poems while reading Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho. The third poem The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee is by N. Scott Momaday.
Start by reading the poems. How did they make you feel? What did you like about these poems? Did one poem stand out more than the others? Think about how you can piece together your own I AM poem, mix it all together or try out different versions.
Follow the links to find out more.
Hymn to Isis (3rd or 4th century AD)
For I am the first and the last
I am the venerated and the despised
I am the prostitute and the saint
I am the wife and the virgin
I am the mother and the daughter
I am the arms of my mother
I am barren and my children are many
I am the married woman and the spinster
I am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated
I am the consolation for the pain of birth
I am the wife and the husband
And it was my man who created me
I am the mother of my father
I am the sister of my husband
And he is my rejected son
Always respect me
For I am the shameful and the magnificent one
Discovered in Nag Hammadi, 1947
'When I am sitting at the door of a tavern,
I, Ishtar, the goddess,
Am prostitute, mother, wife, divinity.
I am what people call life,
Although you call it death.
I am what people call Law,
Although you call it Delinquency.
I am what you seek
And what you find.
I am what you scattered
And the pieces you now gather up.'
From the book Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho
The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
I am the glitter on the crust of the snow
I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things
You see, I am alive, I am alive
I stand in good relation to the earth
I stand in good relation to the gods
I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful
I stand in good relation to the daughter of Tsen-tainte
You see, I am alive, I am alive
N. Scott Momaday, “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee” from In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems, 1961-1991. Copyright ©1991 by N. Scott Momaday. Reprinted with the permission of the author and St. Martin’s Press, LLC.
Source: In the Presence of the Sun: Stories and Poems 1961-1991 (St. Martin's Press LLC, 1992)
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For me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with.