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UnderYourSpell

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Have we done Centos before? Probably, but I can't remember and it does no harm to go over old ground and get working together again.
Turco defines the Cento as "a pastiche poem made up of lines from the work of an author. The Cento is a poem made entirely of pieces from poems by other authors. Centos can be rhymed or unrhymed.
My example is taken from the works of just one poet (Trixareforkids) but any number of different Poets work can be used, with as many lines as you want your finished product to contain. The names of Poets and used poems should always be acknowledged
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The bodies moving in tandem
we can conquer or destroy
stretch out this taffy moment
before something comes out.
I remember hyperventilating,
it startled a laugh out of me
and I wonder if maybe the holes are
nearly always malformed.
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1. About sex
2. Animal instincts
3. Candy everyone wants
4. Gas smells awful
5. Failure, the great and glorious
6 Girl talk.
7. Holes
8. Imaginary people.
 
It's no fucking use at all!
But his wife is giving him hell,
burns bald head
Tethered in chains, lowered onto waiting lips
on his rock,
bawdy bacchic lines
screamed from pleasure, then pain till unclamp
as she laughs up at him
A wind of hate righteous fanned
with her experience
combating without ceasing
upon those who cannot love


This centos brought to you by UnderYourSpell
1. A Big One
2. Back Passage
3. Cause and Effect
4. Double First Entry
5. Even
6. Filthy gerund rubbing whore
7. Getting Cramp from Multiple Orgasm
8. He Remembers
9. In Solid Rows
10. Just Another Notch
11. Knights of the Temple
12. Love Yourself
 
It's no fucking use at all!
But his wife is giving him hell,
burns bald head
Tethered in chains, lowered onto waiting lips
on his rock,
bawdy bacchic lines
screamed from pleasure, then pain till unclamp
as she laughs up at him
A wind of hate righteous fanned
with her experience
combating without ceasing
upon those who cannot love


This centos brought to you by UnderYourSpell
1. A Big One
2. Back Passage
3. Cause and Effect
4. Double First Entry
5. Even
6. Filthy gerund rubbing whore
7. Getting Cramp from Multiple Orgasm
8. He Remembers
9. In Solid Rows
10. Just Another Notch
11. Knights of the Temple
12. Love Yourself

Ohhhhhhhhhhh LMAO well done :D
 
Ohhhhhhhhhhh LMAO well done :D

LOL, well ya shoulda known I couldn't resist turning the tables and you've been very pro lick it, there were tons of tasty bits to choose from.

I punked out though. I had originally intended to do it with a poem from each letter of the alphabet that you had posted. But damn, my head was starting to spin trying to keep it somewhat cohesive. So when it seemed like a good stopping place I got while the getting was good.

I'll pick on somebody else another day, maybe do a Butters/Harry mash-up for a surrealist piece.
 
LOL, well ya shoulda known I couldn't resist turning the tables and you've been very pro lick it, there were tons of tasty bits to choose from.

I punked out though. I had originally intended to do it with a poem from each letter of the alphabet that you had posted. But damn, my head was starting to spin trying to keep it somewhat cohesive. So when it seemed like a good stopping place I got while the getting was good.

I'll pick on somebody else another day, maybe do a Butters/Harry mash-up for a surrealist piece.

Wow so you did I didn't even notice the alphabet ........ I'm impressed!
 
Since they're always tossing words back and forth to one another, I thought it'd be fun to shuffle their words together. It's not as surreal as I had first intended but they do work well together ;) This Centos brought to you by HarryHill/Butters in alternating lines, starting with Harry.

Words Skipping Across the Pond

What strange machinery lies between her ears
implores a pearl to become a sun and when dawn breaks at last
about the electric green I saw
wisp as light is snuffed and life hangs
to drop a little gift

hid in filigreed words upon his page
but I have your greatest prize
the poem's voice inside of me
glow of inspiration
our burn, our greed, our fevered daily bread




1. butters works
2. 99: Buttered Words
3. 105: Live
4. altered state
5. A Higher Level of Caca
6. bouquet of words
7. Beer Song
8. I cannot write the poem
9. Crapping Poetry
10. Poet
 
Since they're always tossing words back and forth to one another, I thought it'd be fun to shuffle their words together. It's not as surreal as I had first intended but they do work well together ;) This Centos brought to you by HarryHill/Butters in alternating lines, starting with Harry.

Words Skipping Across the Pond

What strange machinery lies between her ears
implores a pearl to become a sun and when dawn breaks at last
about the electric green I saw
wisp as light is snuffed and life hangs
to drop a little gift

hid in filigreed words upon his page
but I have your greatest prize
the poem's voice inside of me
glow of inspiration
our burn, our greed, our fevered daily bread




1. butters works
2. 99: Buttered Words
3. 105: Live
4. altered state
5. A Higher Level of Caca
6. bouquet of words
7. Beer Song
8. I cannot write the poem
9. Crapping Poetry
10. Poet

love it! :rose::kiss:
 
Since they're always tossing words back and forth to one another, I thought it'd be fun to shuffle their words together. It's not as surreal as I had first intended but they do work well together ;) This Centos brought to you by HarryHill/Butters in alternating lines, starting with Harry.

Words Skipping Across the Pond

What strange machinery lies between her ears
implores a pearl to become a sun and when dawn breaks at last
about the electric green I saw
wisp as light is snuffed and life hangs
to drop a little gift

hid in filigreed words upon his page
but I have your greatest prize
the poem's voice inside of me
glow of inspiration
our burn, our greed, our fevered daily bread




1. butters works
2. 99: Buttered Words
3. 105: Live
4. altered state
5. A Higher Level of Caca
6. bouquet of words
7. Beer Song
8. I cannot write the poem
9. Crapping Poetry
10. Poet

Great choices!
 
New York Sky Jazz Painting (An Angeline Cento)

the sky is closer to the earth here 1
drums brush a rhythm like memory's night 2
rain shined the patently black avenues 3
painting spatters on word-washed city streets 4
through alleys, traffic until 5 shaded
into the deepening gray. 6



1. Animated Comfort
2. 12 O'clock Muse
3. Continental Divide
5. Rhapsody In Muse
6. Friday
 
Damn Champagne, that was completely seamless!
The bar has been set, I'm going to need a vaulter's pole to reach it :D
 
Damn Champagne, that was completely seamless!
The bar has been set, I'm going to need a vaulter's pole to reach it :D
I'm glad you like it. I did a vampire cento once.. lemme see if I can find the challenge for you. ETA... I wrote mine to satisfy the special Halloween bonus and the theme Vampire and the form Cento for that durned Poetry Survivor which only a few ever completed. Annie and Tzara are two who came through bowed but not broken.

My poem is Vampire Masquerade - A titular cento... it's on my page. :cathappy:
 
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I'm glad you like it. I did a vampire cento once.. lemme see if I can find the challenge for you. ETA... I wrote mine to satisfy the special Halloween bonus and the theme Vampire and the form Cento for that durned Poetry Survivor which only a few ever completed. Annie and Tzara are two who came through bowed but not broken.

My poem is Vampire Masquerade - A titular cento... it's on my page. :cathappy:

Drained dry would be more accurate, boy was I struggling at the end :eek:
Remec did a Cento that was just my poetry titles :D
 
Doppelgänger

How I wish you were here

Here I stand on the path
a cut imitation of life,
drunk from a well of ghosts
Grim visage that I've become.

Realize I- I- we who twist towards home,
in clearly defined lines
cursed the time before us, cursed the time that is,

Want a punchline? We all wind up in a bigger hole
with roses. Obliterate that sad overlay
As I pace, peering though poet's eyes at a race between the grotesque and grandiose, but
To your tones, I resonate.


Using the following poems by twelveoone:

1 Postcard

2 thie moment (iiii)
3 Red October
4 Grim Visage
5 last year on earth

6 The Blue Hour
7 With friends
8 The Firmament Laughs

9 Joke
10 I, the Shadow
11 Prose poem
12 Quartet
 
i want to do one or ten of these. you guys are a hard act to follow but you've inspred me :cool:
 
Doppelgänger

How I wish you were here

Here I stand on the path
a cut imitation of life,
drunk from a well of ghosts
Grim visage that I've become.

Realize I- I- we who twist towards home,
in clearly defined lines
cursed the time before us, cursed the time that is,

Want a punchline? We all wind up in a bigger hole
with roses. Obliterate that sad overlay
As I pace, peering though poet's eyes at a race between the grotesque and grandiose, but
To your tones, I resonate.


Using the following poems by twelveoone:

1 Postcard

2 thie moment (iiii)
3 Red October
4 Grim Visage
5 last year on earth

6 The Blue Hour
7 With friends
8 The Firmament Laughs

9 Joke
10 I, the Shadow
11 Prose poem
12 Quartet

Superb!


i want to do one or ten of these. you guys are a hard act to follow but you've inspred me :cool:

I've always found that searching through other peoples submissions that I come across some real gems that I missed along the line.
 
See you can do form :D
My dear UYS, before your time. i.e. circa 10/2004. I received an E for something called Promised Land Part IVa. The note read Assumed Stolen and Swollen which listed a variety of sources of the stolen bits( except for three sentences from Ezra Pound, with one word changed. It was also the lamest passage from the cantos I could find). About 50% was my material. It was in four voices sometimes talking to each other. It received about 18 comments, about half said something to the effect of:
"Congratulations on the E"
50 centos
somewhere along the way it got lost, it was pulled for reedit for publication elsewhere, and I had found I had painted myself in a hole. And despite some good bits, decided it was bullshit anyway.
If you had paid a modicum of attention, you may have realized, I have and am perfectly capable of doing forms.
F forms anyway.
and does a cento even qualify as a form?

as tso illustrated...


Doppelgänger
got that right
L3 is genius, did you write that?
otherwise it is bullshit
F'en good parody, but like all parodies, surface.
Constructing a poem solely from others words, does not strike me as poetry, strikes me as block assembly. At least in PL4, I wrote some of the good shit.
 
If you had paid a modicum of attention, you may have realized, I have and am perfectly capable of doing forms.

She is teasing you on your dislike of forms.


got that right
L3 is genius, did you write that?

L3, "a cut imitation of life"? In any case, no. All lines taken from your poems.


otherwise it is bullshit
F'en good parody, but like all parodies, surface.
Constructing a poem solely from others words, does not strike me as poetry, strikes me as block assembly. At least in PL4, I wrote some of the good shit.

Do you not select words for a poem? Is that not block assembly too?

I did not select lines at random; I scoured your poems, as I would have my mind, trying to find the blocks I needed. I created new meaning; in another context, those blocks meant other things — just like words do.

So you didn't like it. I am not surprised. I had fun doing it. Read a bit, for once in months. I have no idea what PL4 is, but grats.
 

I agree! As seamless as the one Champ did. It was clear who's lines you used, but it really felt like a whole piece written by 1201 rather than a cobble together piece.

You and Champ will make me work much harder at future Centos. Oh and I agree with your sentiments that whether you use your own words or mine other peoples, it's still a similar construction process. I was playing before, but the two of you have inspired me to take it further.
 
My dear UYS, before your time. i.e. circa 10/2004. I received an E for something called Promised Land Part IVa. The note read Assumed Stolen and Swollen which listed a variety of sources of the stolen bits( except for three sentences from Ezra Pound, with one word changed. It was also the lamest passage from the cantos I could find). About 50% was my material. It was in four voices sometimes talking to each other. It received about 18 comments, about half said something to the effect of:
"Congratulations on the E"
50 centos
somewhere along the way it got lost, it was pulled for reedit for publication elsewhere, and I had found I had painted myself in a hole. And despite some good bits, decided it was bullshit anyway.
If you had paid a modicum of attention, you may have realized, I have and am perfectly capable of doing forms.
F forms anyway.
and does a cento even qualify as a form?

as tso illustrated...



got that right
L3 is genius, did you write that?
otherwise it is bullshit
F'en good parody, but like all parodies, surface.
Constructing a poem solely from others words, does not strike me as poetry, strikes me as block assembly. At least in PL4, I wrote some of the good shit.

Oh come on man it was a JOKE!!! Don't be so damn serious ........... didn't you see the :D at the end of the line?
 
I agree! As seamless as the one Champ did. It was clear who's lines you used, but it really felt like a whole piece written by 1201 rather than a cobble together piece.

You and Champ will make me work much harder at future Centos. Oh and I agree with your sentiments that whether you use your own words or mine other peoples, it's still a similar construction process. I was playing before, but the two of you have inspired me to take it further.

Whereas others may not see it as a Form, I think it is because as you say each piece has to be selected to fit perfectly if it is to become a poem in it's own right rather than just a filler.
 
Oh come on man it was a JOKE!!! Don't be so damn serious ........... didn't you see the :D at the end of the line?
thoroughly. Centos are a joke. I stated why, and probably should have apologised to Senna. But since he would ignore it, screw him.
Carry on.
 
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