My next few posts are going to be assignments from this workshop that I am undertaking - 'Sharpened Vision - A Poetry Workshop' through coursera. Do share your views! :)
My first assignment is to write a Found Poem, details of which are given at the end of this post.
spreading a damp chill over the grounds
and into the castle.
Madam Pomfrey, the nurse,
was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds
among the staff and students.
Her Pepperup potion worked instantly,
though it left the drinker
smoking at the ears for several hours afterward.
Ginny Weasley, who
had been looking pale,
was bullied into taking some by Percy.
The steam pouring from
under her vivid hair, gave the impression
that her whole head was on fire.
Raindrops the size of bullets
thundered on the castle windows
for days on end;
the lake rose,
the flower beds turned into muddy streams,
and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Oliver Wood's enthusiasm
for regular training sessions, however,
was not dampened,
Which was why Harry was to be found,
late one stormy Saturday afternoon
drenched to the skin and splattered with mud...
( Above is an Poemified excerpt from the book Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets, chapter 8- Deathday Party as a part of execerise for a poetry workshop )
(Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning. The resulting poem can be defined as either treated: changed in a profound and systematic manner; or untreated: virtually unchanged from the order, syntax and meaning of the original. The concept of found poetry is closely connected to the revision of the concept of authorship in the 20th century: as John Hollander put it, "anyone may 'find' a text; the poet is he who names it, 'Text'".- Wikipedia )
My first assignment is to write a Found Poem, details of which are given at the end of this post.
October Blues...
October arrived,spreading a damp chill over the grounds
and into the castle.
Madam Pomfrey, the nurse,
was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds
among the staff and students.
Her Pepperup potion worked instantly,
though it left the drinker
smoking at the ears for several hours afterward.
Ginny Weasley, who
had been looking pale,
was bullied into taking some by Percy.
The steam pouring from
under her vivid hair, gave the impression
that her whole head was on fire.
Raindrops the size of bullets
thundered on the castle windows
for days on end;
the lake rose,
the flower beds turned into muddy streams,
and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds.
Oliver Wood's enthusiasm
for regular training sessions, however,
was not dampened,
Which was why Harry was to be found,
late one stormy Saturday afternoon
drenched to the skin and splattered with mud...
( Above is an Poemified excerpt from the book Harry Potter and the Chamber of secrets, chapter 8- Deathday Party as a part of execerise for a poetry workshop )
(Found poetry is a type of poetry created by taking words, phrases, and sometimes whole passages from other sources and reframing them as poetry by making changes in spacing and lines, or by adding or deleting text, thus imparting new meaning. The resulting poem can be defined as either treated: changed in a profound and systematic manner; or untreated: virtually unchanged from the order, syntax and meaning of the original. The concept of found poetry is closely connected to the revision of the concept of authorship in the 20th century: as John Hollander put it, "anyone may 'find' a text; the poet is he who names it, 'Text'".- Wikipedia )
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