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The end of the third month of 2009…. the year is already flying by. Upon us is April, the cruelest month according to a certain poet; perhaps that is why April is also National Poetry Month. Celebrate National Poetry Month by writing a poegle, or a dozen!

Last Call For The March 2009 Poegles Challenge
Each month we award $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle, as chosen by the Editors of Poegles.com. We will accept poegles of any length and in any form, provided that they are in English. In order to be entered to win, poeglers must register for the Poegles.com newsletter, and provide us with copy by noon EST on the date of the contest deadline. Poeglers must also supply the search phrase they used to generate the poegle, as well as a mailing address to which the cash award can be sent. Participants grant to Poegles.com rights to publish their poegles, per our terms.

Send us your poegles! The March 2009 Poegles Challenge is open until noon EST on March 31st, 2009. Please email your poegles to editor@poegles.com. Please include your name and the search phrase that you used to generate your poegle. Last month’s winner:  Jamie in Brooklyn for At the Edge of the Park.  Check it out!

An interesting one at Songs of the Inner World:

Poegle: sitting depressed staring at the computer screen

Julie Dill has created a few over on Vowel Movements:

Missed Connections Poegle, NYC, No. 5

Quite a nice go by nanatehay on Open Salon:

Sometimes I’d Rather

Are you blogging your poegles?  Let us know so we can link back.  Email us at editor@poegles.com

Attitude That Kills

Listen.
It enshrouds every
ingredient of your blood
oozing tension and fast kill.
An attitude that obliterates all initiative,
innovation and originality.
You’re thinking:
If AIDS doesn’t kill you
your attitude will.
Stressful atmosphere
and negative attitude devour your brain cells-
clinically proven.
And when the choice is kill or be killed
there is NO choice!
At least you have a choice of attitude.
Kill the negative monster before it kills YOU.
All you need is PMA: a positive mental attitude,
here to help you with the Perfect Playthrough Plan
Beware!
A feeble fight can be the start of a death spiral…
But then: Oh my, I know you’re not an ordinary being …
Listen.

-Nicole (search phrase “attitude that kills”)

Levitation Toys Really Test Brain Power

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Vast Spy System Loots Computers in 103 Countries

And we’ve got problems.

But on the bright side…

Gertrude is Gertrude is Gertrude…. and Tan to Tamarind: Poems About the Color Brown

A Poet Laureate should work harder

If a tree could talk, what would it say?

New Nanogenerator May Charge IPods And Cell Phones With A Wave Of The Hand

The Economist on Cowboy Poetry:

The rise of the cowboy poet coincides with the virtual disappearance from popular culture of another Western figure. Hollywood used to churn out dozens of films a year about square-jawed gunslingers. It now produces almost none, and there is currently no new Western series to be found on broadcast television or basic cable. But the departure of the heroic cowboy has opened some room for gentler, more reflective voices. Although it is growing, their audience is smaller: unlike Western films, cowboy poetry is mostly produced by Westerners, for Westerners.

It is no less romantic for that. Cowboy poems are filled with horses, campfires, strong coffee and strong women—what writer Wally McRae calls “things of intrinsic worth”. In keeping with their subject matter, cowboy poets tend to write in a traditional, rhyming style. They echo folk songs or Rudyard Kipling’s poems more than modern poetry. 

The Virus of Hypocrisy

I just recently got into hypocrisy
and went out to get the virus,
it seems to have hit the peak.
Let me perhaps be the first to say it:
Hypocrisy balances brutality
and it hasn’t disappointed me yet.
Feigning to be what one is not-
the evolutionary explanation
by Brodie’s “Virus of the Mind”-
his “hypocritical death” of the world.
So, let’s not wonder how hypocrisy
finds the time to be a legendary Nuclear Blast.
Just let yourself be infected by the virus,
add hypocrisy to your collection and wishlist.
Should the list be moderated?!
Prevention Hypocrisy Watch will
fight the virus and punish the victim.
But I say: if you’re craving for another taste
Let the knife of the virus do the talking.
After all, hypocrisy is a melodic death
and the world’s largest free download.

-Nicole in New Jersey (search phrase “the virus of hypocrisy”)

 

Don’t Flash That Light Anymore, Honey

To Peter Scowen

Let’s break out the world’s tiniest violin, play the world’s saddest song,
and find you have known of freedom’s glory; shake me again and wake me
from this frozen slumber with technique to burn. Look at you, Fleeting Star!

The world ain’t a ghetto. The Lady’s Burning Man-issued name is “Sublimity,”
after the tiny mountain unto the flash-frozen cool of wiseass byplay
and the catgut ecstasies burning against her through her . . .

A burning building, people trapped inside. She saw the clean. Sun flash
the open clasp for flash revolution as cities burn, from first to last, Saintly Stone …
Hellions throwing fuel on the fire, laughing, “They are just some pieces

of flash fiction that I scrap most of the times and forget it rained burning
needles in the dark.” Have you heard the frozen seas on the dark unpainted night?
Burning so restless within me. Within you. Making us one, frozen tears

and dead promises. Without your light . . . An ear-splitting roar issues, meets
with an accidental death, while string pearls and light cuts through your head.
You search for clarity, cannot find frozen winter shift laughing at weakness.

Be like a cottage on a moor, a covert from the wind, burning fire and open door;
they laugh and flash, and leap and spire; and, toss ten thousand suns.
The earth is dark, with frozen eyes, a flash of teeth, white-folded in her shroud.

Judith in the North (search phrase: ”flash frozen” + “burning violin”, ignorning results related to “Dance Me To The End Of Love”)

Great article on found items inside books- notes, letters, etc:

Howard Yeend, creator of thingsinbooks.com, a Web site where people can post photos and explanations of the items they’ve found in books, said one of the most interesting things he’s found is a letter from the book’s author. The book is “The Early Dominicans” by R.F. Bennett and in the letter, dated 1937, the author writes, “You have often said you wanted a copy of my silly work, when it was published, so now I send it herewith.” Photos of the letter and its complete text are posted on Yeend’s site.

Yeend, who lives in Oxford, England, launched thingsinbooks.com in July 2008.

“I think part of the appeal is that it’s somehow magical to be able to browse over the random leftovers of someone else’s life. These things are more than just trash, they’re markers; they direct us to a point in someone else’s life,” Yeend wrote in an e-mail.

…

A grocery receipt from 1987 in the Northeast branch collection shows that someone paid 15 cents for a sweet potato. Pieces of paper from everyday life can also be found in Lewis’ shoebox, which held a Carolina Power & Light bill from 1960 addressed to Leslie Gruber. Gruber, a Wilmington resident who worked for the Star-News and Morning Star for nearly half a century, owed the company $16.50 in June 1960.

For Owens, trashing these scraps and photographs is hard to contemplate. “I don’t want to think about it,” she said. “I feel like I eventually have to thow it away, but it’s painful . . . I’m in denial.”

More in the Wilmington Star

I Hate Squirrels

Do you find squirrels to be as much a pain as I do?

Proclaim your hate for these furry menaces to sanity for the entire world to see!

I hate Squirrels. One more reason why the rat with a puffy tail must die

I hate squirrels. I live in Indianapolis not too far from downtown

I hate that even though the neighborhood is filled with fruit and nut trees you chose to ransack my house.

There are a million reasons why I hate squirrels, but the above is the very first reason: they’re just gross rats that can climb trees. …

They ate ALL the small green apples on our three large apple trees. No apples this year. Boo-hoo. I hate ‘em too

This is why I hate squirrels. Maybe they have the right idea over in England

I hate squirrels: tree rats. They eat the birdseed which I buy for the birds, or they go and bury it and then completely forget where they’ve hi dden it

I hate you for being able to fly and climb up flat wooden houses and slip in through a window opened two fucking inches so that I can get some fresh fucking air!

Do you have any idea how creepy it is to be in your living room and realize that there is a squirrel sitting on your deck watching you?

I hate squirrels for looking cute when their tail is so fluffy and you are crouching on your hind legs eating acorns with their little hands.

They have beady, little eyes and big poufy tails and those two traits don’t go

So, we have this rooster in my backyard that flew in (or however roosters move, either flying or walking) and my grandpa gave me a trap to try to get it

I carved a pumpkin a week or two back. The resident terrorist squirrels at my apartment complex have taken it upon themselves to slowly eat my pumpkin masterpiece

Squirrels Hate Hare-Less Hot Pepper Squirrel Repellent which is why you should use it!

I know squirrels spent too much time near my toaster on the counter.

I hate squirrels for snacking and not even finishing anything. I mean, my god, don’t you know how wasteful that is?!

I hate that I won’t know it’s you when I go squirrel hunting and I might kill your enemies instead. I hate that somehow I might make you happy.

I hate that I know my hate is illogical.

I hate that now I don’t feel safe in my bedroom because I never shut the window when it’s not raining.

I hate you for creeping me out.

I hate that even if I could go on a squirrel killing spree I will never kill you.

I hate you for using the beautiful canopy of Japanese maple outside my window as a launching pad for breaking & entering my house.

I hate that I now view that tree suspiciously. Like a fucking tree could be an accomplice.

I hate them for living in the world with me.

And for being so prevalent in the East Bay.

I hate that I don’t own a gun.

Thank you, the animal killing and eating management.

-Anthony in Chicago (search phrase “i hate squirrels”)

Fascinating article from Seed Magazine:

“Picture this: the whole of human knowledge as a figurative mind that can selectively focus on certain areas. It’s a profound notion, and visualizing such a construct is an enormous undertaking. But with last week’s release of a new “map of science,” a team of researchers led by Johan Bollen is attempting to do just that — with a high-resolution visualization of how scientific literature is accessed based on users’ downloading and browsing behavior, known as clickstream data.”

So, April is upon us.  Days from now we’ll be in the cruellest month. April is also National Poetry Month (for real- there is handy FAQ on this strange observance here).   Over at the blog Gourd is Our Co-Pilot, a writer is challenging people to show some enthusiasm for the old form by writing a poem a day.  We’ll take the challenge here at Poegles, using the opportunity to write a poegle a day.  

How about it, poeglers?  Will you take the challenge?  Join us!

Gourd link via Poetry Hut

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