Tuesday, June 19, 2007


Game #2: Brett Price's apartment Brighton,
Cincinnati 5/23/07
WINNER: Cindy King


Of the minutest cricket
there was a joke.
Pretend that you don’t agree with me
this morning with a blue flame burning.
Nests with their birds, houses with their keys.

1.Emily Dickinson
2. Robert Creeley from “The Joke”
3. Stan Rice from “Psalm 178”
4. John Wieners from “A Poem for Trapped Things”
5. Paul Eluard from “To Live Here”

title by Brett Price



The trees facing wind, wind-waves towing nothing: leaves flagging, nothing to sign—

This morning. Its blue flame burning clouds.

Hotness overrunning horses overrun by dust, by—

Roofs remark their hooves overlain with hooves.

Despite the flame blue and shingles, the sand
notices the Milky Way the origami the doves, the oysters
sense the racks they boil on. Red, orange, yellow:

temperatures like onion inside
onion. Thunder slices too close to a car.

Pretend you don’t agree with the one quiet dust.
Pretend you didn’t see that blue crack burning.

Nests full of cower, mansions full of feed.

Cindy's Note:

I didn’t want to touch the five lines – still don’t. They seem to come from some logic that essentially clings to the ether. I wasn’t even present to win. Ruth Wartman was guarding my bingo card for me: I was taking an important call down in the very tidy bedroom of someone I don’t know. This adds to the feeling the five lines are like a rock that fell from the sky. Then I wrote a first draft. It was all Latinate collaged with refrains akin to the ones in Rukeyser’s “Orange and Grape”. It ended with a statement followed by, “This is the joke.” But then, that poem looked too vertical, cut like an intractable and mincing landscape poem from 1989. Rumpus in a stale way. So, I started over. I stared out the window for a long time. I thought about big things, the cricket who’d been in my mind for a long time by then, how comfort and scale can blind anyone to a helpless quiet thing like a cricket (or a conscience).


Cindy King is currently recovering from an injury sustained while pitching fastballs on a Sony Wii. Her poems are forthcoming in RealPoetik and Copper Nickel.

Friday, June 8, 2007

CENTO BINGO: GAME #1 WINNER: Kristi Maxwell!

Ladies and gents, we are pleased to unveil the results of Cento Bingo Game #1. Below are both the game winning cento and also an all new and wholly original re-working of that poem by winner Kristi Maxwell. Please check out Kristi's notes on her cento revision process too, and stay tuned for the results of game #2!

Game #1: Brett Price’s apartment Brighton, Cincinnati 5/23/07
WINNER: Kristi Maxwell


I have the rages that small animals have.
It is a sultry day the sun has drunk.
Thank you for giving me this battleship to wash.
Sorrow’s springs are the same—
and, with a shout, collecting coat hangers.

1. Paulette Jiles from “Paper Matches”
2. William Cullen Bryant from “Summer Wind”
3. Kenneth Koch from "Thank You"
4. Gerard Manley Hopkins from “Spring and Fall”
5. Kenneth Koch from “When the Sun Tries to Go On”



I clean my rage with rags small animals have been made into.
Sulk-day. Sun-dame the thermometer accosts and crams
into the mercury corset. (Our course set by “how
warm?”—we accomplice.) Thank you for giving
me this battle. Thank you for shipping me
this wish. Marrow springs from the bone. Pain as the bangs
that cover so well the forehead of “So?” –
and, with a shout, equating oat with anger.
I asked how to unfill what you feel.
To insert a plus-sign where one is not.

Kristi's Note:

The modified lines are first a practice in translation via misrecognition (both visually and phonically), followed by an iron laid to skin and blisters that needed names. I enjoy discovering what two words beside each other secretly harbor, like characters in a Victorian novel, and misrecognition is one productive map toward such discovery. And, yes, booby-traps! So climbing out of the line, slipping sometimes, not so much at others.


Kristi Maxwell enjoys making guacamole and asparagus soup. She is the author of Realm Sixty-Four (forthcoming from Ahsahta Press) and an admirer of The Little Prince.