Poetry at the Post: Weekly Journal

Weekly Journal by Alice-Catherine Jennings

photo courtesy of John M. Jennings Istanbul, Turkey 2014
photo courtesy of John M. Jennings
Istanbul, Turkey 2014

Stephen Sondheim “tells young writers even if they scribble nothing more than “cat” 60 times in a row, that’s better than writing nothing.” (The Wall Street Journal, “Staring Into Darkness, in Search of a Rhyme,” October 30, 2010)

Saturday: cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat ,cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat,cat, cat, cat.

Sunday: dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog, dog.

Monday: fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist, fist.

Tuesday: cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat ,cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat, cat ,cat.

Wednesday : splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat,

Thursday: bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.

Friday : rest. rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest. rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest. rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest. rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest, rest.

Updated: May 23, 2015

Saturday: cat, cat, cat…

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Poetry at the Post: A Pastoral for Earth Day 2015

Pastoral
BY JENNIFER CHANG

Something in the field is
working away. Root-noise.
Twig-noise. Plant…

Photo courtesy of John M. Jennings, 2015
Photo courtesy of John M. Jennings, 2015

Happy Earth Day! Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a pastoral poem—a poem that idealizes rural  life and landscapes. Its tradition can be traced back to the ancient Greeks and the poet Hesiod.

Later today I plan to walk the land and allow my poem to unfold. In the meantime, here is a “twig-noise” pastoral by Jennifer Chang and some lovely photos by photographer John M. Jennings.

Photo courtesy of John M. Jennings, 2015.
Photo courtesy of John M. Jennings, 2015.

Stem-
and stamen-noise. Can I lime-
flower? Can I chamomile?