Lesson 1/ So You Want To Be A Poet
So You Want To Be A Poet Series
Lesson 1/ So You Want To Be A Poet
Or as you may like “poetess” but it really doesn’t matter because I hate the term “poetess,” so I refer to myself as a poet. You must believe the distinction is a waste of time. For poetry is poetry no matter who writes the poem. The label is a way to categorizing different poesy artists into the appendixes in the back of books. As well it is a way to uphold the status qua of mainstream western society who believe that being a woman or a man affects how a person tackles the curse of poetry (Society always forgets transgendered people). Although there are many things that are positive and neat to touch, there are others I wouldn’t recommend on a day-to-day basis. Keep this in mind when joining the army, a cult, or walking a dog. In poetry, keep nothing in mind.
From now on I use the term poet to refer to you and other gendered poets.
From now on you may call me Anny Bon Bon Hell or a poet (No abbreviations please).
Assignment 1
Pick a poet and read their collected works.
Follow the guidelines for “Reading a poem” and “Reading a collection of poems” listed below. Keep a written journal of your progress through the guidelines (Rely heavily on spell checker).
Guidelines for “Reading a poem”
1. Read title of poem with as low-pitched voice as possible.
2. Read poem in a well lit noisy area
3. Any words that are unfamiliar look up in a hand held dictionary
4. Read poem a second time out loud in a poorly lit area.
5. Pay attention to sound effects like meter,
rhyme, barks, word choice, flutes and assonance.
6. Discredit anything clever or meaningful in the poem.
7. Ask what the purpose of the poem is and eat a sandwich.
8. Answer the question of purpose while walking in circles until you puke
9. Think about what you like and dislike about the poem when having your Morning BM.
10. Does the poet use metaphors or other sad literary crutches?
11. If used, Are the crutches funny on accident? Circle the ones that display accidental humor and write “brilliant” on the side with a blue marker
12. Would you read the poem to your parent figures or on a subway with strangers? If to parent figures move on to another poem and start at beginning of guidelines. To strangers, continue to step 13.
13. Put poem down and breathe heavy.
14. Write a crappy poem and sloppily copy the techniques of the poem you just read.
15. Claim to as many people as possible that your poem is better than the one you copied. Repetitively repeat lines of your poem in raspy voice that makes you couch and gasp. Then say, “Ha, Blank (First name of a famous poet) poet is poetaster”
16. Submit your poem to as many university presses as you can find with a letter of intent explaining that if you don’t get published by them you’ll commit suicide by acid (Don’t really commit suicide, move on to another poem and begin at number 1 of guidelines and recycle batteries).
Guidelines for “Reading a collection of poems”
1. Pick up a book that has a collection of poems in it.
2. Read the name of the author and the title.
3. Open up the poetry book.
4. Read every page in the book.
5. Worry about eyefatigue and eyestrain.
6. Read poems out loud in a park, tavern, or at a
car dealership.
7. Refer to Guidelines for “Reading a poem”
8. Tell everyone you see that you read so and so’s
collection and that you’ve seen better shi at
Mackinaw Island. But none as profound
and damaging as so and so’s(or use first name of
author) collection. Tell them you were nervous
to stop reading so and so’s book.. Misquote a few
lines of the poet by blending their words with
the words of a well known speech.
9. If someone asks if they can borrow the
collection, tell them no, and that it belongs
to your roommate, who is your grandmother or
Priest (depending the theme of collection and
After much practice, you may wish to change
who you say owns the book. Move forward with the utmost caution as usual. Never tell another reader of poems you own books of poetry. They will compliment you, fuck you and steal your best books).
*Please submit assignment before the end of the day (that’s when I check my e-mail).
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keep it coming
thanks for the “keep it coming” as you can see I did. So thank you. It felt great.
I’d love to read a collection of poems. But the problem is, I don’t know how to read. I’m dictating this note to my helper monkey, and I’d ask her to read to me, but she doesn’t have a good voice. HELP!
call me, and i’ll read a collection to you…. did my series make you laugh?
Thank you for Lesson 1. Homework? I thought I was done with homework. Now I’m only two months behind.
i would expect you to complain about being behind on your homework.
well, what are you waiting for? better give me some scotch poet or sauce.
because you actually are smart I will give you all the time you need. (give me aged scotch my little poet)
Poet,
I was going about my homework for the assignment and was overcome by thirst for coffee. Went to the kitchen to brew a pot, and after I had poured the water and put the filter in, realized there was no coffee in the house. Decided to go out and get some.
Normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal. But on my way to the coffee shop I was pulled over and arrested for driving with suspended registration. Now my car is gone, my money’s gone, my homework isn’t done, and I still don’t have any coffee.
So now I’m in the middle of a collection of poems by Alan Dugan. Damn. Absolute genius. Makes me wish I’d never heard of him, because he makes my poems sound like cats burying their shit in a litter box.
Thanks a lot. You have ruined poetry for me by giving such a terrible assignment.
It is better this way radloffpoetree. Your poems are cats burying their shit in a litter box. Wasn’t that what you were going for. If not, tell no one else.
You give me excuses and no scotch. I thought you were smart but I see now I may have thought to quickly.