#Na/GloPoWriMo
And now, last but not least, here is today’s optional prompt. In his poem, “Treasure Hunt,” Prabodh Parikh brings us a refreshingly different view of what being a poet is like – that is, if you grew up on the cultural notion of poets being wan and ethereal, or ill and doomed. Parikh’s boisterous pirate of a poet might be an “unreliable” character, but seems like he’d be the life of any party, and quite satisfied with his existence. Today, we challenge you to write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be. Perhaps your poem will feature a very relaxed brain surgeon, or a farmer that hates vegetables. Or maybe you have a poetical alter-ego of your own, who flies a non-wan, treasure-hunting flag with pride.
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Hari OM
ReplyDeleteQuite the tale lurking in this one... hinging around the good v obscene couched in the necessary travail of daily life... YAM xx
Thank you Yamini:)
DeleteLove it!!!! Zen Koan meets Sufi novice meets empire meets the Wild West...perfect!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you for pointing out Zen Koan. I see what you mean. This is what happens to poetry under the strain of time-- it squeezes the poet out :)
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