Something novel

On the first day of NaPoWriMo24, I try to remember a single book and also go for a walk.

Hi, friends.

It’s Global Poetry Writing Month (GloPoWriMo), and I’m embarking on an epic quest to write 30 poems this April. But in a very low-pressure, chill way. But in a very low-pressure, chill way where I also document it in a newsletter. If you’re along for the ride, thanks!

I won’t necessarily stick to the prompts (no rules!) but I thought this one was fun: Today, we’d like to challenge you to write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.

I even love this way it’s written, with your access to the book denied before you even knew you needed it.

And boy, did I need it. I spent about half of my lunch break circling the block trying to think of a sequence of plot points I could recount from any book I enjoyed, then decided to lean into the prompt entirely and recount what little I could remember of a book I liked (apparently mostly in theory).

Anyway, I came up with one poem and one joke that kept bouncing around in my head. See if you can tell what classic ended up as my muse.

Portrait in gray

When a man wants to live forever
A monster moves into his attic and
warps a grandmother’s shawl to its
unseemly shape.

Today, a man wants to live forever.
Tomorrow, a monster finds its for-
ever home. In 20 years the people
in town stare at them both through
wrinkles.

A man guides his life up sagging stairs 
carrying his spine straight as a glass.
A man pulls a rich tapestry away from
a skull, calling it, old friend, calling it,
well lived—

A picture of Dorselfin Greg

men live and die
even after they’re
immortalized—

  Art is       forever
Sharks are

See you tomorrow 😇 

Nora