ANOTHER FOUND POEM: This morning I stumbled onto a lovely piece published online by Brevity on January 20, 2014, by a nonfiction writer named A. Papatya Bucak. She teaches in the MFA program at Florida Atlantic University. Though Im not a teacher, much of what she wrote resonated. At times, she even seemed to be speaking my heart. Her essay, entitled An Address to My Fellow Faculty Who Have Asked Me to Speak About My Work, struck me as a poem in hiding. So, with apologies to Ms. Bucak, and with deep appreciation for her original work (found at brevitymag/current-issue/an-address-to-my-fellow-faculty/), I offer as a found poem this rendering of her words. (Click on the link below to read it.) I deleted little of the original text, edited only lightly, and rearranged only a few of the lines. (The photograph, by Liz Wuerffel, was included in the Brevity piece.) The poem is too long to post here in full. So here are the concluding lines as a little taste (Facebook will probably butcher the presentation, so bear with me): My work is to tell you this: I was on the subway, & we stopped between stations, & the staticky voice came on the speaker & said there would be a delay of twenty minutes, & cursing ripped through the car, as if a tribe of the mad had just swept in. Then a young woman took out a small pile of paper, started folding red origami swans, handed each she finished to one of us. My work is my origami swans. FYI, Bucaks prose has been included in a variety of magazines, including Creative Nonfiction and The Normal School, and her short fiction has been selected for the O. Henry Prize Stories and Pushcart Prize anthologies. coledai.blogspot/2014/02/found-poem-address-to-my-fellow-faculty.html
Posted on: Sat, 01 Feb 2014 17:02:13 +0000