New Year’s 2011
It’s time to stick twelve knives in the old guy,
drain blood from bad lusts, burn husks of habit,
drape hopeful names over the new-crowned self:
Me the Active, the Temperate, the Brave–
honors I will drop, deed by same old deed.
About the form
The form of this poem is one I invented, and call the lipquin — for lipogrammatic quintain. The rules:
- Five lines
- Each line has the same number of syllables
- Line 1 cannot contain the letter “a”
- Line 2 cannot contain the letter “e”
- Line 3 cannot contain the letter “i”
- Line 4 cannot contain the letter “o”
- Line 5 cannot contain the letter “u”
The first time I did NaNoWriMo, I wrote a fantasy novel. The premise was a land where everyone, except the protagonist, has magical powers. Then I found out that’s the premise of a published Jim Butcher novel. (Possibly a series of novels, I’m not sure.)
In 2008, my NaNoWriMo novel had the protagonist returning to his childhood, with all his memories of “later” life intact. There’s a Canadian TV show, Being Erica, with a very similar idea.
The other night, I jotted down in my journal an idea for a new poetic form — I thought. The form, cleave poetry, already exists.
I guess the only thing left to do is write Don Quixote.