Friday, October 23, 2009

ISAAK

RWP#97...using the cut up technique
I cut up a page of Sailor Song by Ken Kesey
page 371 and randomely using words for this poem . I added the word
SKIN.....after slicing my finger with the scissors.

This is a draft



ISAAK

Ike had suspicions
about everybody in Kuniak
especially that goddamed newshound
who stood still
publishing dirt
about
green stuff
about
the dead friend in the limousine
about
the old squid
about
Isaak's soul
about
the old dog in the limousine
about
skin in the poem
about
the carcass in the limousine
about
the dead brain with no glasses
about
the dirty dish with paranoia
about
seepy skin in the limousine
about
the poor that conquer skin
about
his maniac brother without skin
driving the limousine in Kuniak.

10 comments:

anthonynorth said...

A difficult prompt this week but very well put together. Excellent.

Cynthia Short said...

I like what you did with the prompt idea..it was fun, interesting and actually readable! Kind of a beatnik feeling...

davidmoolten said...

Wayne,

I really like the repetition and circling back in this (the words 'about', and limousine, and eventually Kuniak). The poem sets up a kind of slowly revealed (though never quite revealed)news-story with all the sordid or colorful details and the repetition gives it a sense of urgency and of being "in the moment," the way news, or a situation in which one is personally involved tends to unfold.

rallentanda said...

I like the skin in the poem.

Nathan said...

Sorry about your finger -- great poem, though.

Shraddha@theselfloveproject said...

great job for a difficult prompt

Jessica GC said...

Aww...enduring physical pain for your art; it turned out incredible though!

Irene said...

Wayne, the repetitions and the recycling of meanings worked well.

Paul Oakley said...

The repetitions are definitely key here. And cool the way your literalized the cut-up method to include your brush with the scissors!

theresebroderick said...

I really love the idea of this poem -- in a small town, everyone is under suspicion, even the dead, even the reporters who investigate all the suspicions. Who is thick-skinned, who thin-skinned? I love the irony of the "news-HOUND" investigating the dead old dog. (I don't know the originating sailor song, so I'm replying with that ignorance.). I enjoyed this.
--Therese L. Broderick