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Nite TV

November 1, 2010 2 comments

by Caroline Beasley-Baker

Nite TV by Caroline Beasley-Baker
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“Nite TV” was taken at near 2:00 a.m.; the image on the TV is my solitary view of a crowd demonstrating in Western China. In the past few years, I have been keeping a photographic night diary of those moments when I awaken and the world has rearranged itself in ambient moon/cityscape glow and, occasionally, the radiant flash from the TV. The photos are then digitally retrieved from the suffused glow or flash to balance light with the ‘unseen’ and reveal whatever grainy life/landscape exists in the black surround.

 

Caroline Beasley-Baker (website) is a visual artist and poet. She learned to recite her first poem, a traditional Scottish song, when she was 16 months old, sitting on a barstool next to a gorgeous gloved and hatted woman in a family bar in downtown Kansas City, Missouri: “I am a poor little orphan, my mother is dead, my daddy’s a drunkard…” Subsequently, she has known an inordinate number of poets and writers and storytellers. Her poems have been published in MungBeing Magazine, the MOM Egg, and qarrtsiluni, and her ‘chain’ poems done with Holly Anderson and Lisa B. Burns will be published in a chain poem anthology by Meritage Press later this year. She has also received a New York Foundation for the Arts Fellowship in painting, and her sets for choreographer Bebe Miller have been collected by the Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee Theatre Research Institute at Ohio State University.

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Our Rowdy Pack Song

June 10, 2009 3 comments

a hay(na)ku*

dented
moon, wheeling
just like me.

synaptic trash
caught sweet
in blue-violet mercies

roaring,
glory-headed girl,
smashed diamond skies

tilt,
tilt a-whirl,
twist and all-fall-down.

dry
river coursing
bloodstream’s ancient dreams

sashay
into beatitude
unravelling like me,

glistering
somersault into
infinity’s unformed matter

—is
that fire-
eating the open door?

or
peat-y fingers
down my throat?

i’m-a-ring-’round-rosie-girl,
a hot-blue-star
unhitched and free-wheeling

one-of-seven-sisters,
a pleiade,
bartering my soul.

unbolt
this cage
of inkblue heaven

drown
my mercies,
fill my mouth,

cast-me
deep beyond
the oh-so-watchful stars,

deepsky,
non-stellar objects
wheeling lopsided within.

by Holly Anderson and Caroline Beasley-Baker

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*Hay(na)ku is a 21st century verse form invented by poet and publisher Eileen Tabios, who launched the first Hay(na)ku challenge to the world at large via the web on June 12, 2003 (Philippine Independence Day). The “traditional” form of a hay(na)ku entails:

  • A tercet: 3 lines.
  • A total of 6 words: 1 in the first line, 2 in the second line, and 3 in the third line.
  • There is no restriction on syllables, stresses, or rhymes.

Then, in 2007, Tabios issued an online invitation to poets to join in groups of three or more to create “chain” hay(na)ku with each tercet moving between voices as in a conversation or a traditional “parts” song. “Our Rowdy Pack Song” is a poetic duet that loosely interprets the form.

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