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This is looking excellent.
Many thanks, Roger, for your hand on the helm, and to Rose for undertaking the collation. All great. BTW, Margaret wrote a couple of delightful and hilarious science fiction poems in 04/05. I knew I'd regret it if I didn't filch them. Does anyone recall these? One was about a spoof intergalactic superhero - it mentioned "half-human girls" as I recall. |
Adam, one of my favorites by Maz is a sci-fi one about someone collecting scrap and junk out in space. If I remember right the scrap was a lot of funny, inventive things and not just mere "scrap". The whole poem was so imaginative and inventive. I remember I started my critique by saying, "This rocks!" I don't think I've ever said that to anyone before. Yesterday I was trying to find that poem, because I think she posted it not only at the Gazebo but also at the non-Met at Erato. I searched the term "Riga", because that was in the original version (until she changed it to something else), but I couldn't find it. You know, I'm thinking now she might have posted it at Sonnet Central as well. Maybe a search over there through all their archives could bring it up. I would like to read it again.
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And adding to my comment above...
I don't have time to search for specifics just now, but I did a brief search at Sonnet Central and ended up in Archive 7, where I could see that Maz has about 25 poems, maybe more. Those poems are from 2004. I can't get the Sonnet Central search engine working effectively, but if you google... "the sonnet board" + "archive 7" you'll get to the start of the archive. This means you can also google "archive 8" "9", etc to check for more poems. I think Maz's first poems were in archive 4, 2002 or so. |
Please, all the searchers who are more effective than me, try to
track down "Costanza Carved", about Bernini and famous bust of and notorious attack on Costanza Bonarelli. It was workshopped at the Gazebo in early September 2007, but the only trace that I have of it are peoples' comments. It was a very powerful poem. Martin |
I'm desperately sorry to hear the news. Maz was up there with the best, and deserves the recognition you are seeking for her. Along with her marvellous poetry, I always valued her incisive critique, and missed her during her occasional extended absences from the boards we frequented together, back when.
I wondered about her disappearance from the boards, and her failure to return to the poets.org forum that featured her as guest poet seemed somehow ominous. This is something I posted on SC in 2004, during one of those absences. Not so much a tribute, I guess, as a recognition of her standing as a staple, among others, of the community at that time, and of her trademark disdain of archaics: Where Are They? Where are they? roguish Rosa, feisty Maz, the journeyjills of jollity and joust? It seems they've pulled up stakes and gone, as has that mod whose episodic subtle jest enshrined in sonnet form might Will incense, (oops, sorry Maz) but always earn a grin from hordes of deferent Anthonians (unless he labelled it Blomquistian). Where have they gone? It's true we still have Mike, an erudite and perspicacious host; the Meter Maid is hovering; I like the newbies; but my rage for ripe riposte, my appetite for waspish wit is such, (though sans ad hom, of course) I'd welcome Dutch. oOOo Now she has truly gone. An immeasurably sad loss to the world of poets and poetry. Peter |
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Just a quick clarification: I'm just putting together some documentation that can be used as a starting point, and I want to get that done quickly, without a lot of committee meetings. Once that's done, anyone who wants to help (hi Julie) will have something to work with. Of course this may all be for nought, but revisiting Maz's work is a pleasure. |
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Thanks for the updates, Maryann, Rose, and Roger Collett--I know and appreciate that there's a tremendous amount of work going on behind the scenes. Good to know things are in such good and caring hands!
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I've spent this evening trawling the SC archives 4 - 7. I came across this:
A conversation with the dark So tired of it, you bastard, tired of waiting, tired of halt-breath time, anticipating your cloven footfalls on my ribs--so blast your eyes and ears--it's in my hands at last. You sit like dust again behind the door. I yank it wide to seize your hair, and roar, I have you now! And slighter than I knew. It was your shadow I had feared, not you. I grasp you, grip you in my termite jaws, you pissant prick. I seize you in my claws and squeeze, you rat-turd, arse-wipe, moldwarp, minge. The stalker stuck, laddo, too late to whinge. I've grabbed you, gagged you, so don't try to beg. Shut your throat and listen: Chicken. Egg. Alan |
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I can message it to you if you like; I'm hesitant to keep posting full poems here b/c of what's been said about potential publication, though Maz herself didn't care about previous publication when considering Worm submissions. I believe she simply wanted folks to read and enjoy... |
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