NOTE: on further readings, I do not like the line break version... try an edit of the short prose piece...
I first wrote this as a prose poem but found it too difficult to read and I did not feel it worked. So I
rewrote as line verse as below, four line stanzas with a closing couplet. To me this reads better as a way into suggestions and ideas offed by ficto-criticism, written as a verse novel, rather then the prose poetry version.
It has to be read such that each line break is a new breath which interrupts the flow of breath suggested by a prose version. Each stanza break is a bigger interruption to a line break alone with the breaks or interruptions inside each line made by commas, semi colons, full stops and so forth.
IT IS RAINING FISH
Wild melons growing in summer over
black soil plains in north west New South Wales
are called paddy melons. I once told some
of my Sydney friends how it rains fish out
here in violent late summer, late afternoon
thunderstorms. They refused to believe me.
No bullshit, fair dinkum, it rains little fish
about a quarter to half an inch long
sucked up from waterholes which have not dried
out in the hot sun with strong updrafts to
be dropped again into puddles and holes
squiggling and drying out in the small to
medium sized puddles to become fish
emulsion fertilizer and survive
in larger lagoons to again be sucked up
to fall with the rain down onto the plains
Bobby Cod, they are called and that is how
fish spread across the plains. A cowboy has
left a note for me to meet him at the
beat across the road from where I live and
we leave felt tip needs on toilet walls that
is how we meet. There is nothing as
sensual, erotic as making love to
a cowboy in the swishing black mud when
the late afternoon summer storms belt heavy
fish rain onto our wet naked bodies.
Monday, March 11, 2013
Saturday, March 2, 2013
...some more draft verse for the Barbecue verse novel idea.
This is first person point of view and I am thinking that doing verse in first person, second person and third person may be a way into free indirect discourse lyric in verse novels.
What ever; I would freak if a high school art student said this to me.
HIGH SCHOOL ART CLASS FIGURE DRAWING (title to be deleted)
it was my art class home work
draw a nude figure of same gender
male for me that is me being male
my teacher had a criticism on me
when presenting my drawing saying
his penis is too big that is wrong
No I said that is my boy friend
and I really do know how big he is
having taken it inside many times
Posted by Christopher C Jones (aka Chris Jones) at 12:52 PM
Some more draft verse for Barbecue verse novel... this fits in somewhere in the middle of the novel narrative. This is being put together as a collage and using first person here. Point of view changes perhaps as a way of doing free indirect discourse in a verse novel. Lyric as narrative?
12th birthday/ when first I experiment
a way born into living/ having fun
not lifestyle choosing but innate where I am
so I tell you/ this is the way it is going to be
now handle this/ again your only choice
to be already chosen/ if a few
just three chosen ones/ will make a triplet
without now concepting straight against gay
in days of liberation/ is to be
politics champion/ identity
and this is where it is happening
and after what is coming to be said
we march on the streets/ angry defiant
all illegal charges are dropped in court
and this/ was a way the marching went
on days of demanding/ our human rights
Posted by Christopher C Jones (aka Chris Jones) at 1:32 AM