I didn't even know there was such a thing until fellow-ette told me. I followed her link and the next thing I knew, I was sitting at the kitchen table after midnight, trying to master the sestina form, which John had discussed in his March 30 Robert Frost's Banjo entry. I didn't master the sestina, but I had a great time trying. When I go back to the five stanzas that I did produce, perhaps the sixth will have stewed long enough that I'll be able to finish the poem.
We have a houseguest, a dear old friend who is willing to put up with all the sneezing and coughing in order to spend a couple of days with us. This morning, I was feeling a great deal better, and in honour of National Poetry month, I devoted a few minutes to convincing my friend that he should join in the Found Poetry fun. He was reluctant at first. He worried about the problem of taking words out of context while still respecting the intentions of the original author. He said he had a tin ear for poetry. He is such an academic. Finally, I convinced him to give it a try, and he did. The poem is on its way. I suspect that Tim Green will love it. I certainly did.
While I was lying around feeling sorry for myself, I saw a PBS documentary - I think I mentioned it - on the history of New York. Meanwhile, I had ordered a ton or two of books from the library in order to research my NaNoWriMo project. One of the books I ordered turns out to be the companion volume to that PBS series. It's a gold mine. I'm having so much fun reading about late nineteenth, early twentieth century New York, I'm seriously thinking of setting the entire book there. I know the old saying about New York, "It's a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there!" but honestly, what a place. It's its own universe. I'm humming Rhapsody in Blue.
Have I mentioned how good it is to have some energy again?
Doing a happy dance here (to Gershwin, of course).
n.b. Image from Google Images: http://tinyurl.com/cyrhv9
