The PigPen's Resplendent Kaffeeklatsch

[milo]

So reading for the birthday poems I found myself in the very early days of the pen. A member posted 30 poems in the 4 months they were here, many in Intensive with comments only on their own threads as far as I could see, no edits. Billy and Addy were doing some pretty hefty lifting, both commenting on almost every thread, obviously a labor of love. It becomes clear where the must critique, must give back rules came from, I don't know how they did it. It's also clear how the group participation allowed the workshops to grow into what they are with an expectation of high efforts from the OP and critic alike.
Kudos.

man - you weren't fooling - 30 poems in a span of 2 months without a single comment on anything outside their own thread.  It takes a particular type of narcissism to believe that is the way it should work.

But never a change in tone from Billy and Addy, they read and commented the same from first to last. They seem to be waiting for the site to become strong enough to implement the vision we know and love, a give and take or get lost. 

Thinking about it, it may have been the introduction of Leanne that brought about that concept though I can't be sure.  Certainly each of the cast brought their own personality and stamped it onto the site

[wasellajam]

When is Father's Day?

The most popular date for Father's Day is the third Sunday in June. This date was first observed in the USA and has since been adopted by many countries.

In Spain, Italy and Portugal, Father's Day is celebrated on March 19th, which is the Feast of St. Joseph who is the patron saint of fathers.

In Germany, Father's Day is celebrated on the same date as Ascension Day.

Across Scandinavia, the tradition of a Father's Day was adopted in the 1930s. Originally the American date was used, but in 1949 the Nordic countries decided to move it to the second Sunday in November. This was partly to place it half a year away from Mother's Day but also it was chosen to increase sales in an otherwise quiet trading period before Christmas. The only country who didn't fall in line was Denmark. They forgot to inform the public and press about the date change, so Father's Day remained on the same day as their other early June holiday, Constitution Day.

In Taiwan, Father's Day is celebrated on August 8th as the Chinese for eight is 'ba', while a colloquial word for father is 'ba-ba' - so the eighth day of the eighth month sounds similar to 'daddy'. This was also the date for Father's day in China, but the date was moved to the third Sunday in June.

So if you're a dad or have one enjoy the celebration. If not, enjoy a day of peace without familial obligations. Have a good one today.

[milo]

B

When is Father's Day?

The most popular date for Father's Day is the third Sunday in June. This date was first observed in the USA and has since been adopted by many countries.

In Spain, Italy and Portugal, Father's Day is celebrated on March 19th, which is the Feast of St. Joseph who is the patron saint of fathers.

In Germany, Father's Day is celebrated on the same date as Ascension Day.

Across Scandinavia, the tradition of a Father's Day was adopted in the 1930s. Originally the American date was used, but in 1949 the Nordic countries decided to move it to the second Sunday in November. This was partly to place it half a year away from Mother's Day but also it was chosen to increase sales in an otherwise quiet trading period before Christmas. The only country who didn't fall in line was Denmark. They forgot to inform the public and press about the date change, so Father's Day remained on the same day as their other early June holiday, Constitution Day.

In Taiwan, Father's Day is celebrated on August 8th as the Chinese for eight is 'ba', while a colloquial word for father is 'ba-ba' - so the eighth day of the eighth month sounds similar to 'daddy'. This was also the date for Father's day in China, but the date was moved to the third Sunday in June.

So if you're a dad or have one enjoy the celebration. If not, enjoy a day of peace without familial obligations.    Have a good one today.

You don’t need to be a father to enjoy Father’s Day anymore than you need to be Jesus Christ to enjoy Christmas 

Happy Father’s Day ella!!!

[wasellajam]

Good morning, large dark roast, milk and sugar, please.
So, this made me laugh last night and this morning. Seeing as this coffeeshop is in a poetry mall I figure it's okay to throw this on the table for anyone who wants a fun read while they're waiting for their order, ostriches and rondelets for all.

Obligatory Poem About Writing Poetry

The space between fingers and brain
becomes a wormhole and
-- a la Heisenberg --
conducts currents of
unreasonable unpredictability
malleable droplets
of rose petal death
shooting stars – one by one – with cap gun dreams
smothered by honeydew heartache
and rent, limb from languorous limb
or mortgaged to some masochistic muse

Did you imagine, in your garret-cloistered wondering
that your quill, its china ink dripping onto vellum
could one day resound through generations of artistic pretension
and come to rest at the foot of posterity’s regal cenotaph?

Was that all that fed you, clothed you,
kept you from that clamouring wolf
of responsibility?

Were you, sonnet-struck, unable to fathom
why nobody understood, when every word
fell, unaltered, from your heart?

un
pre
dictab
le

ostriches

Blend me, bend me, just don’t hurt me
po’et’ree, please don’t desert me
I am humble at your feet
naked to your ponderous beat
blistered by your furious heat
scoured by blinding sands

A meter maid is not afraid of
what you people call rhyme
it’s something that has been around
for ever such a long time
though piracy and other free verse
whores may seek to break her
she’ll never fold but ever hold her
ground though death may take her
make her an
immortal
poesy her
portal

chortle

rhymes with portal, seems to fit
if it don’t then bugger it
throw convention out the door
we don’t need it anymore
grammar ain't quite workin' now
(she’s done retired, the lazy cow)

avast, ave
the rondelet

Not sword, but pen
So most sagacious men have said
Not sword, but pen
The time for words may come again
But all wise men are long years dead
Now pixel pops are gods instead
To sword, not pen

Where’s that wormhole when you need it?

The race

for

s p a c e

compressed
[ind] digressed
[ind] [ind] repressed
[ind] [ind] [ind]obsessed
[ind] [ind] finessed
[ind] and underdressed

naked to that bloody beat
incomplete
what a treat

A poem? For me?

No really, you shouldn’t have.

- Leanne 2011

[milo]

Good morning,    large dark roast, milk and sugar, please.
So, this made me laugh last night and this morning. Seeing as this coffeeshop is in a poetry mall I figure it's okay to throw this on the table for anyone who wants a fun read while they're waiting for their order, ostriches and rondelets for all. 

Obligatory Poem About Writing Poetry

The space between fingers and brain
becomes a wormhole and
-- a la Heisenberg --
conducts currents of
unreasonable unpredictability
malleable droplets
of rose petal death
shooting stars – one by one – with cap gun dreams
smothered by honeydew heartache
and rent, limb from languorous limb
or mortgaged to some masochistic muse

Did you imagine, in your garret-cloistered wondering
that your quill, its china ink dripping onto vellum
could one day resound through generations of artistic pretension
and come to rest at the foot of posterity’s regal cenotaph?

Was that all that fed you, clothed you,
kept you from that clamouring wolf
of responsibility?

Were you, sonnet-struck, unable to fathom
why nobody understood, when every word
fell, unaltered, from your heart?

un
pre
dictab
le

ostriches

Blend me, bend me, just don’t hurt me
po’et’ree, please don’t desert me
I am humble at your feet
naked to your ponderous beat
blistered by your furious heat
scoured by blinding sands

A meter maid is not afraid of
what you people call rhyme
it’s something that has been around
for ever such a long time
though piracy and other free verse
whores may seek to break her
she’ll never fold but ever hold her
ground though death may take her
make her an
immortal
poesy her
portal

chortle

rhymes with portal, seems to fit
if it don’t then bugger it
throw convention out the door
we don’t need it anymore
grammar ain't quite workin' now
(she’s done retired, the lazy cow)

avast, ave
the rondelet

Not sword, but pen
So most sagacious men have said
Not sword, but pen
The time for words may come again
But all wise men are long years dead
Now pixel pops are gods instead
To sword, not pen

Where’s that wormhole when you need it?

The race

for

s p a c e

compressed
[ind] digressed
[ind] [ind] repressed
[ind] [ind] [ind]obsessed
[ind] [ind] finessed
[ind] and underdressed

naked to that bloody beat
incomplete
what a treat

A poem? For me?

No really, you shouldn’t have.

- Leanne 2011

It is definitely fun to read.  I have an instinctive distaste for meta poetry (wondering if I wrote any myself) but she approaches it as a narrator with awareness (see obligatory) and obvious distaste herself which creates the irony.

[wasellajam]

Ha, I don’t think I ever got through a NaPM without a meta. Somehow I think there may be a milo meta, maybe involving a triolet or rondelet, don’t challenge me to find it.

[milo]

Ha, I don’t think I ever got through a NaPM without a meta. Somehow I think there may be a milo meta, maybe involving a triolet or rondelet, don’t challenge me to find it. 

actually - I think we could consider the villanelle example poem a meta