Background Notes for Help Wanted Limerick
Included in this past week’s election results: LA voters approved Measure B, aimed at enforcement of safe sex rules for adult films made in the porn capital of the U.S.
Enforcement? Although the League of Women Voters description (including a link to actual text) provides a reasonably sane version of how enforcement might work, even that description suggests what some reports were predicting: on-site oversight by county health officers during a sex scene.
Raising the question of where such enforcement officials would be found? New hires, maybe? One wonders what level of experience might be required . . .
It begged for more than a limerick, but that’s about all I venture to write anymore.
Background Notes for What You Know
I remember a little of this. I remember some scents. Some verse forms do have a scent. All of them do, probably. Like spices to be mixed into one of my favorite recipes.
Lately I’ve been cooking up rondeau soups. Our reticent colleague calls the form I use here a “Hunt rondeau,” after Leigh Hunt’s Rondeau. OK, we’ll let it be. It probably was there before Hunt used it, and probably wasn’t called that then. Probably was just called a rondeau. We’ll use Hunt to distinguish it from what my notes normally think of as a rondeau. My notes have dozens of other variations. I think I created many of them to connect all the different variations together and extend them out. Like experimenting with spices in soup. They all work differently, depending on what else you throw into the pot.
In some of my own poems from before, my “Hunt” ones used feminine rhyme on even-numbered lines, like Hunt’s does. I went with all masculine on the poem I am posting here, but rely on a different sonic thing my notes show me. Go with what I know, I keep reminding myself.
Go with what I know. I don’t really need to remember in order to know. Things you really do know and believe, they stay with you even if you forget everything.
Background Notes for Sandy Evacuation
At least we did make it out ok. And at least we have us. The rest we’ll have help rebuilding. Gridlock doesn’t go on forever, no matter how much it feels like hell when you’re in it.
This one’s my attempt to be influenced by Sara and the others with our current focus on the triolet form. Pardon me for being the novice at it. Coming from where I do, I’m way more acquainted with hurricanes than I am with quaint verse forms.
If you ever have to choose between the two, I’d say go with the hurricane over the triolet. Hurricanes usually pass through and keep on going.
Background Notes for Crucial Cosmetics
Funny how the same ones so quick to judge a woman for wanting her cosmetics to be the very best for her most special day turn out to be the same ones gawking at the beautifully painted geisha girls, show reverant awe at the war paint of native aboriginal tribesmen, indulge in sensuous body paint with a sexual partner, then spend most of the time getting ready for work every day in front of the mirror putting on make-up. Just depends on whose face it is, I suppose.
I’m planning a wedding, coming up in just a few months. One of my friends at work advised me to go for airbrushing. Which was where this came from. I get to call it a poem because along with the real-life backdrop, I do mean this to be ever so decidedly metaphoric.
And yeah, Sara’s got us all practicing up on our triolets these days. The positive influence is easy to understand: not only Sara’s own captivating smile, but the form itself is like a red velvet cake waiting for everyone to share a bite. A delightfully delicious cupcake of a form!
Background Notes to Anorexia’s Triolet
The most voracious poetry reader of our group cheerfully points out that today’s Writer’s Almanac broadcast by NPR reads us a triple triolet, Early Supper by Barbara Howes. We like.
On the triolet I’m posting today, for the better part of the past two weeks I’ve worked at trying to fold it over and make a triolet redoublé of it, along the lines of Sara’s recent Left Unknown. I might still come back around and do so, but for now am settling just for the single triolet I’ve posted today, if but to remind us that triolets still work fine solo.
I think the repetition of the triolet goes well with the idea I’m writing about here – there’s an obsessive over-and-over-and-over side of eating routines that plays right into any repetitive verse form.
The rest should be pretty self-explanatory. I already know that won’t prevent mine from facing ridicule and misinterpretation (especially as compared against the Writer’s Almanac’s reading), but we can’t let that interfere anymore like it’s done.