Jan
31
You are entering a fine poegle
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You are entering
A world of sight and sound!
A world of pain;
The comfort zone;
The business world;
A highway or street from a private driveway and the way is clear.
A world of sight and sound!
The temple domain;
A restricted area;
A no spin zone;
A new age of redundancy. Beware.
Menopause. Hell.
Egypt, from which you came.
A quarantine area.
A gay- and lesbian-free zone.
A period of intense bodily, mental, and spiritual transformation.
Heavy horror metal!
An easily hackable page.
My digital metamorphosis.
The lair of Sluggy X.
A dangerous area, and the possibility of injury or death is real.
A world of sight and sound!
A distribution maze;
A tinkering zone;
The ghost town;
The home of the pseudotumor cerebri support network.
-From Julie in DC (search phrase “you are entering”)
Jan
31
A poegle you won’t forget
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Like Riding a Bike
Think back to what you know,
To what cannot be forgotten,
The day the training wheels came off
And you fell, got back on, fell, got back on,
Pedal.
It all bears scrutiny,
The laws of physics,
Angular momentum,
A resistance to change,
Balance.
A simple child’s pleasure,
One more secret unfurled,
One less thing to elude you,
Check it off the list and
Move on.
Driving to who cares where,
I think of us years past,
And count you among
The things I am unable to
Unlearn.
-Brad on the Upper West (search phrase “it’s like riding a bike”)
Jan
31
Yes, Bob Dylan inspired this poegle
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Marriage
At the beginning our minds are just blank slates.
You’re in my lost country now, attentive, as ever, to
my need, painfully genuine. Good at remembering
where we park. And quite cute and stylish
in that Montreal way.
We pass our days in a happy swoon, good at these
delicious mediocrities. Full of cliché plots, stock characters,
improbable coincidences. And it’s still only Wednesday.
Think of the world you carry within you. All the romance of Paris,
the showgirls of Montmartre, a cross-country road trip, down the
country lanes in England, wanderlust.
Only the oversized hats and wigs hint at a wild past.
Don’t you remember those who were free? The sense of living
too far at the edge. Bathing in the sweet scent of orchids.
Circling around the ancient tower.
Most of us have played it safe. Hip-slung with pleated aprons,
thinking of our own future. Keep working at it.
There’s no deep meaning or powerful statement here, just a fun time.
-Polly in the Blue Ridge (search phrase “short pants romance”)
Jan
30
The $100 Poegle Challenge
Looking for a way to waste some time at work? Just one day left until we award $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle of the month. Send us your poegles! The January 2009 Poegles Challenge is open until noon EST on January 31st, 2009. Please email your poegles to editor@poegles.com . The best poegles will be placed on the website and shared in our newsletter. Please include your name and the search phrase that you used to generate your poegle. More information and rules are here.
Jan
30
We’re not in to make money
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“Long before anyone had heard of the Internet, early home computer users could read their morning newspapers online … sort of. Steve Newman’s 1981 story was broadcast on KRON San Francisco.”
Jan
29
100 Poems for Obama’s First 100 Days
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A fellow at Columbia College in Chicago is compiling 100 new poems for each of the first 100 days of Barack Obama’s administration. Interesting experiment. Check it out at 100 Days.
Jan
28
Questions for Flarf
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From Black Spring: Questions for Flarf. Thanks Steve Tills.
Also Flarf Fixie, via Ron Silliman’s blog.
Jan
28
Blagejovich’s poetry obsession
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“Blagojevich concluded his first press conference Dec. 19, 10 days after he was indicted, by reciting the first verse of Kipling’s “If,” which is about perseverance in the face of opposition, to emphasize his point that he is being unfairly prosecuted.
“‘You guys can mock the poetry, but they’re words I’ve known for a long time and believe in,’ he said.”
Jan
28
Not too late to host a Burns Supper
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“Even in an off year, Burns suppers require much whisky-quaffing. Also compulsory is the eating of haggis, a concoction of minced offal, fat and oatmeal stuffed into a sheep’s stomach (a BBC recipe’s final instruction is ‘eat and then belch loudly or throw up’). Haggis-makers report record sales this year.”
Full article at The Economist
Jan
28
What’s your main thing?
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This poegle is a ‘list’ poegle- collecting a variety of results on a common phrase.
My Main Thing
My main thing is toiletries. I am always buying different potions.
My main thing is buffets because I like the choice of sampling different dishes to get a good feel of what flavors I like.
My main thing is floors.
Reading about cooking while singing to my husband playing music is my main thing.
For most of my life, bringing the benefits of concrete thin shells to the world has been my main thing.
Poetry is my main thing now, but I’d love to write a good short story sometime.
My main thing is to get a third fight and hold the Light Heavyweight title again.
My main thing is annoying kids, but my second main thing is competition.
Jesus, you’re my main thing.
My main thing this Sunday is to run a sub-60 minute 10k.
Dirt is and will always be my main thing.
Phish, now, is my main thing again.
My main thing was realizing when I was getting the urge and replacing that reflex with something else. Not with snacking though.
My main thing is to get the girls dancing.
I want to do a fiction thing before I do my main thing with Yaguine and Fode.
My main thing this week in preparation for my first major on the Champions Tour was to pace myself.
My main thing is my brother is okay. If I get charged, I get charged.
If someone took a snapshot of my life this week, they’d think my main thing is school and obligations.
My main thing is that I want to maintain my current computing habits as much as possible.
So yeah, to get back to my main thing? Love is the experience of beauty.
-Editor (search phrase “my main thing”)
Jan
27
A certain shade of poegle
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Brushing Cornflower Blue
Preparing for knighthood.
Paint a Picture: cornflower blue with orange hair.
Draw the clock face.
Draw ellipses.
Draw the tic marks.
Use a sponge brush.
Use it with a damp hush.
Use the smooth side of a tip
Add a cell. And a blue solid border
Cornflower blue as brush
Brush dipped in cornflower blue,
(The brush made of goat hair
With wood handle)
Hand paint the letters for the first name: Lucy.
Cleaning-brushware-dish-brushes
Lucy – Cornflower Blue Dish Cleaning Brush,
Choiceful,Choicefull,Choiceful,Choicefulland
Mrs. Field – wow – a cape of cornflower blue.
With black hat and blue pompons.
First, the thought is coated, via pray or hush
Wash a light coat of cornflower blue.
mixed with sultan green over everything.
Blue and black as well as brushed -
An artful mix
And so it’s a natural she has cornflower blue eyes
Because she has actually… blue green, red or acid-white-metal
Blue blossom, blue bush. And deer brush…
As he’s about to catch a person then he’s all right
-Dan in Alabama (search phrase “brushing cornflower blue”)
Jan
25
In honor of National Cowboy Poetry Week
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The Thinking Cowboy
The ridges of the Bundt cake
Look like the Grand Canyon.
Eight years ago I turned 50.
I was better off then.
Mostly self-educated in book learning
I have seen a river of stars
Fall noiselessly through nine heavens.
Hats, boots, lassos
Think long skirts for twirling
The glamorous chanteuse
And robust farm boys.
Lots of dancing
With other peoples’ partners.
This is something that my horse decided, not me.
We missed a turn a while back
And now we’ve been lost for two weeks.
-Editor (search phrase “thinking cowboy”)