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Friday, March 30, 2012

Toylit for March 30, 2012: 2 Poems & Some #Combatwords


Toylit for March 30, 2012: 2 Poems & Some #Combatwords

Combatwords will be here from now on. To play, just post your composition in the comments section: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2012/03/combatwords-march-30-2012-trayvon.html



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Combatwords, March 30, 2012: Trayvon Martin vs George Zimmerman

Combatwords, March 30, 2012: Trayvon Martin vs George Zimmerman



Do you see Trayvon Martin & George Zimmerman waving you over here? They're directing you to the new CombatWords arena. Do you even need a primer? Some pics should do it. I guarantee it. 



Combat Expiration: 12am PST, 4/2/2012

Bonuses/Penalties: Time: +1 if posted before 2am PST, 3/31/2012. -1 if posted before 6am 4/2/2012

Updated Rules:

Scoring: +1/-1 under the WITS structure:
Wit: wordplay, cleverness, clumsiness, choppiness etc
Ideas: good/bad, whatever. Got to be a cut above the ordinary poem.
Taste: Liked it/hated it
Structure: Is the sonnet a sonnet or the essay an essay? Does the structure help the composition? A bonus would go to an outstanding structure, not just a competent one.

The highest score any one critic can give could be a +4 & the lowest could be -4. Scores are cumulative.

Finally, you need to defend each portion of your WITS score. Either the composition has or doesn't have wit. It either does or doesn't have good ideas. Etc. These are not objective traits, but they can be calculated somewhat by the readers/critics.

Critique: Any critic can question any part of another critic's WITS score. Majority rules in deadlocked cases.

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The Quack's Lament [Today's News Poem by •••/@ten_ten_ten/TJ Edge, March 30, 2012]


The Quack's Lament [Today's News Poem by •••/@ten_ten_ten/TJ Edge, March 30, 2012]
By ••• (TJEdge)(@ten_ten_ten): http://tententen.posterous.com/

in the year of mercury rising
i ate white calomel
and applied salves to syphilis biding
in bodily alleys hid well
as we'd lie to patients sizing
up nostrums to sell

by the coarse cloth of night
we lit pine fat torches
danced hi-diddley-red blue and light
on coal dust-folded porches
stacked in burlap bags of blight
children smearing scorches

the taxman etched lines on my tongue
as into glass i bottled
white mercury powdered with a black lung
from a cracked skin infant who waddled
where mud and meat and flies were hung
and whores were manured and mottled

and in that year of mercury retrograde
we carved in dung and dust
diagrams in the skin of the sun to aid
us in assuming a more fatherly trust
and of many young girls women were made
to satisfy our daughter’d lust

til faces caked with tar and feather
we rode across the briar
horses whipped in blood and lather together
barely escaping the ire
of townspeople writ in cork and leather
with wings of broken fire

we let blood into smoke and chill
and round an empty mine
they strung us up and did their will
packed our bodies in brandy and brine
without even a hole to fill
fated thus, born under a mercuric sign

holding hands with mercury and sun we go
where hell wobbles to and breathes us fro

“Mercury may be hiding water ice, NASA spacecraft finds”
MSNBC, Space.com, 3/27/2012 3:28:39 PM ET
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/46871204/ns/technology_and_science-space/#.T3Yvsl1lJF8
“Retired Pharmacist Arrested in Albany Mercury Poisoning Case”
Paul Grondahl, Times Union.com, Updated 01:57 p.m., Friday, March 30, 2012


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The Last News [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington March 30, 2012]


The Last News [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington March 30, 2012]

If you concentrate correctly,
Consecrate directly to that source of mind;
Fish will school above you—kind is drawn to kind.

Every whimsy goes to fish.
Every fool departs from money.
Every action feeds the fish.
Golden fish consume the silver,
Eat the silly fish, the playful fish, the squalid fish.

“The only fish that live are fish that fight”
I always say. The fish that swallow fish survive
To swallow fish and fish for fish.

You have heard of the boy who declared his mother was a fish?
I am fish as well.
God will cut the string and peel the news from off my scales
And fling my slippery, cold and fucking final form upon the table;
To scrape my nasty scales away.
Sometimes light emits from where the knife has cut the flesh
And sometimes venom oozes when the fish is lightly squeezed.
God will hold the knife above my limp and gasping fishface,
God will show me to myself, a gasping fish upon the table.
I will see myself as God has seen me, gasping, raging, greedy, scheming;
I will see myself at last: a fish, a fish.

“Alternatively, you could try to hack the lottery, as these people did. ”
—The Washington Post, March 30, 3:00 PM
http://www.washingtonpost.com/business/economy/are-mega-millions-players-suckers/2012/03/30/gIQAwlGulS_story.html

“The national conversation over Trayvon Martin's killing is loud and intense. In some places, it's also vile and violent. ”
Joe Sterling, CNN, updated 3:24 PM EDT, Fri March 30, 2012
http://www.cnn.com/2012/03/30/us/florida-teen-shooting-hate/index.html


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