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Sun, Jun. 11th, 2006, 11:36 am
lansnelson: Workshopping Group?

I'm interested in starting a writing / workshopping group what meets and writes and reads. Huh - who'd a thought... I'm thinking poetry, prose, short fiction, and "etc." of course. Check my journal for examples of my style.

Portland Metro area.


Sun, May. 28th, 2006, 07:08 pm
spacemummy: This Pathological Spring

The doves are acting strangely. They tumble before they fly.

Tue, May. 23rd, 2006, 06:09 pm
fairveronian: Mad World

In the midst of the thunderstorm, traveling home,

bursting with static heapings of electricity

worn and used like old socks and sweatshirts

dangling out of the window of a speeding automobile.

Exhaust pipe bleeding into some atmosphere

stratosphere, getting there a burden.

Familiar greens of life, shades of grey pummeling

down and down.

Viscous earth brown and traveling through dry crevasse and

fold of sun kissed skin, peach pleasures smoldered into

some sense of ground.

If only hands made holes of such width and

depth to feel full of young woman, wholesome girl

shrouded in green grey blue eyes brown earth

rebirth pummeling down and down.

Greeted with a shameless laughter

of thundering spirit, flash and too many

miles away.

Heart beats drumming from the green sheets

traveling salt condensing down and down to her.

Sun, May. 7th, 2006, 03:34 pm
pdx42: For Sean Daly

Not on Any Wall
Lines and shapes etched in a stark face of black,
Paper rubbings to take memories in tow.
Strong men stand with their arms on another's back,
One hand on the wall, and one on his brow.
Another made it out but never home,
Lost long ago to bloodlust, fear and hate.
The name is missing; my soul's left to roam
As the wall's reflection shines back my fate.
My eyes, unrecognized, react in shock,
And history's alarm takes me back alone.
Don't think. Don't dream. Don't blink. Shut down the lock!
My walls are stronger than any of stone.
They say I survived, but I know they're wrong.
My face is in the wall -- where I belong.

Although I did not know Sean Daly while he was alive, news of his suicide affected me deeply, as this sort of news always does. After fighting in Vietnam, Sean spent the next 30 years of his life working for peace, while trying to excise the demons that war left with him.

At the end of March, I was asked to come up with some spoken-word poetry to go with Samuel Barber's "Adagio for Strings" for an upcoming dance performance. I sat at my desk and turned on the music. The mournful, extended tones of the strings set an image in my mind of a beleaguered veteran at the Memorial Wall trying to find himself in the names etched in there, for he was certain that he could not be alive. With Sean's death so fresh in my mind, it was he who filled the shoes of that lost veteran -- that war casualty whose name will never be memorialized among the losses.

Perhaps I feel these losses so strongly because I knew of my father's pain. For more than ten years after leaving Southeast Asia for the last time, my father knew the time, date, place and method of his own death. It was to be soon after my graduation from college -- a "respectable" time after, I suppose. His plan did not come to fruition, however, because Agent Orange took him first.

This knowledge, combined with my own experiences, gives me a particular insight. Every death affects me: military or civilian, on the battlefield or in a garage, but the death from Terminal Post-traumatic Stress hits me to my core.


Sun, May. 7th, 2006, 12:36 am
calm_waters: haiku!

hey portland poets! this is a haiku thread. post a haiku *smile*

funny how tree does
ripple iron grating in
an ocean of brick

Sun, Mar. 19th, 2006, 10:29 am
princessbunny99: Hey you poets :D

Many of you are probably DPers, but I was reccomended to try here and crosspost :)

I'm looking to a make a comic book. I just can't write very well at all :D I'm looking for someone (or maybe a couple of people :D) in the PDX area who might want to collaborate with me on a comic book. It won't be any superhero-xmen quality work, i do far simpler and cuter stuff than all that, but if anyone's interested, here's a link to my (quite out of date) Elfwood gallery. I'm currently making a deviantART account under my same screenname if any of you want to look me up there :)

Elfwood: http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/art/m/e/mel/mel.html

Thu, Mar. 16th, 2006, 12:05 pm
pdx42: Memorial Tonight

I'll be delivering a poetry reading tonight at the First Unitarian Church, SW 12th & Salmon. The event is a memorial service for all the lives lost in the current wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. The program includes music, meditation and poetry. I will be one of a few poets reading our works for reflection.

Thursday, March 16, 2006
The Heart of Peace
7:30-9:00 pm
First Unitarian Church
Salmon St. Sanctuary, SW 12th & Salmon
Living Earth is hosting a candlelight ceremony for peace as the third
anniversary of the US invasion and occupation of Iraq approaches.

Wed, Mar. 8th, 2006, 10:32 pm
lasardth: Poetry Event -- Robert Bly

So if you didn't go to the Robert Bly event downtown out of laziness then shame on you. If you were too broke or at work/school then you missed out hardcore.

Wed, Mar. 8th, 2006, 04:31 pm
thinkbettersick: IPRC events and such

The Independent Publishing Resource Center (IPRC)facilitates creative expression and identity by providing individual access to the resources and tools for the creation of independently published media and art.

Since its inception in 1998 the center has been dedicated to encouraging the growth of a visual and literary publishing community by offering a space to gather and exchange information and ideas, as well as to produce work. The IPRC is an Oregon 501(c)(3) Nonprofit organization.

IPRC 917 SW Oak Street #218, Portland, Oregon 97205 USA hours: Monday: Noon-10pm Tue/Wed/Thu: 4-10pm Fri/Sat/Sun: Noon-6p http://www.iprc.org

IPRC News, Upcoming Events and Workshops, Oh my!Collapse )

Fri, Jan. 27th, 2006, 02:42 pm
in_my_place_872: poetry slam TONIGHT!

Hey people, so I am new...

Dude, I went to this a couple weeks ago. It's defianately fun times. But the place gets crowded quick so come on time! And most definately bring your rhymes!
(actually it doesn't even have to ryhme)




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