Thursday, January 10, 2008


Here's how it went down: while my juniors were "foraging" in search of odd inspirations for poems, one of my libidinous mob ("mob": HA!: a class of nine folks) surfed into a news item about Pamela Anderson's "pregnancy." I challenged him to write three poems about PA which did NOT invoke the usual buzzwords, etc., etc. "Impossible," he said, and walked away from the bait. I took the challenge myself, grabbed a random handful of Wikipedia'd PA, and started stitching. Look up the meaning of "Pamela" and it is "honey," therefore the HONEY SUITE.


i. Not a square corner left

Ladysmith waitress, Finnish
Saarijärvi on
her mother’s side—

Daughter of Carol,
Centennial babe, she
Moved two hours earlier.

Taken down to the field,
she returned
& accepted—
thought by some to be real.

Thinly veiled, she suffered
miscarriage—on stage—
Naked fodder for
the sake of the joke.

ii. Heather Biblow

Her parents & brother,
4:08 in the morning,
shown on the stadium screen.

Fran’s rival,
thinly veiled,
one or two covers
describing the young—

iii. Quinn

the first time,
she spoke revealingly,
the critical bomb:

time to raise her children,
blurred out
for the sake of the job.

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Blogger San said...

Bravo, Murat! A taste of honey with absolutely no square corners.

You've accomplished a feat. You've actually made me curious enough to read more about Ms. Anderson.

Your mob, they're lucky stiffs.

8:44 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

You may have read all you want to about her, but still, as we all know, there is so much more about all of us. I did not know she was Canadian: as you grab a handful of information, it's funny how names and phrases take on their own "holy" resonance, as if telegraphing the soul that surrounds our surfaces.

And I am lucky and blessed to have the mob.

9:01 AM  

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