Afternoon, folks!
The donation page for the 100 Poem Challenge closes in just under three days, and I'm thrilled that so far we've raised over £3000 for The Book Bus! I'll be handwriting the poems on postcards after that, and the limited edition poetry pamphlets will be printed shortly. The cover for the pamphlet has been designed by the wonderful and generous Leo Nickolls - I love it and I hope you do, too.
You've still got a couple of days to buy the poetry collection if you'd like to (it'll never be printed again). Click here for more info, and you can read all of the 100 poems on this blog, just click here and scroll down.
Thanks so much to everyone who has donated and spread the word. The money is going to a fabulous place. xxxx
Wednesday, 21 October 2015
Wednesday, 7 October 2015
THANK YOU
Evening, folks. It's 11:48pm and I just posted the last poem for the 100 Poem Challenge - phewf! You can read all of the poems on this blog below.
Thanks so much to everyone who has been reading, spreading the word on Twitter, offering virtual cups of tea and donating over on Indiegogo. You've been wonderful.
Remember, all donations go to the FABULOUS Book Bus, who send mobile libraries out to rural communities in Malawi, Zambia and Ecuador, helping children learn how to read and tell their own stories. Check out their Twitter feed to see what they've been up to recently. They are some of the best humans.
The donation page will be up for another 16 days over here - as I type this we're nearly at £2500! - perks are up for grabs including handwritten poems on postcards and limited edition poetry pamphlets of all 100 poems. However many we sell before the donation page closes will be the number that are printed (they won't be printed again). The fabulous Leo Nickolls is very generously making a cover for the pamphlet and it'll be posted out to all who buy one a few weeks after the Indiegogo page closes, numbered and signed.
Stories, stories, stories. Stories for everyone.
You're all lovely.
Excuse me, I'm going to go put the kettle on.
Lots of bookish love
Jen xxxxx
#100
"Are we at the end?"
"I think so. Take a look."
"What happens at the end?"
"I guess we do what we always do."
"What?"
"Pick up another book and carry on."
--
#99
How To Reach The End.
1. Pack a bag.
2. Don't take a map.
3. Hold my hand.
4. Close your eyes.
5. Count slowly to 100.
--
#98
We turn the weakest part of us into birds.
And the strongest parts, too.
We find the world makes more sense that way.
--
#97
"Any final requests?" you ask.
"Yes."
"What?"
"Speak to me."
"I am speaking to you."
"You know what I mean."
"Ok. Sorry. Once upon a time..."
"That's better."
--
#96
"Can I have this dance?"
"I'm not dancing. I'm just standing here."
"I know."
"There isn't any music, either."
"I know. Will you dance with me?"
--
#95
On Saturdays we stand beneath fir trees with felt tip pens
we label the parts of us that are animal
and the parts of us that are human
we leave everything else to chance.
--
#94
Instructions on How to Fall Sleep.
1. Do not think about sleep.
2. I said don't think about it.
3. You're your own worst enemy, you know.
4. Whenever you're ready.
5. Now focus on me.
--
#91
"Let's climb trees today," you say.
"Why?" I say.
"Because when I search for the origin of the word forest
Google shows me the end of the word instead."
--
#88
Important Facts
In China, fairy tales were once told by philosophers
and 'once upon a time' means a 'Märchen'
- a little tale from long ago when our world was filled with magic.
--
#86
Often I find myself falling in love with stories from different centuries.
Love is problematic like that.
--
#82
If I go to the caves there might be something in the darkness.
If I don't go to the caves, the darkness will follow me somewhere else.
--
#81
If I never leave this room, and no one else sees me, do I really exist?
If we never leave this planet and no other life form sees us, do we really exist?
--
#80
I'm finding it difficult to explain to you the colour of frozen water
we don't have any snow yet and our freezer is too small to climb inside
so you're going to have to take my word for it when I say it's
very much the colour of those fancy dress contact lenses you picked up at the party shop
and if you put them in your eyes and looked at me then you still
couldn't see the colour properly because you would be the colour instead, you see
because you'd be looking at the world through some kind of underwater.
--
#78
Let's go on a journey and not take a map because that's the best way to do journeys. But maybe I'll draw the outline of an island on the back of your hand while you make the sandwiches so that we can keep an eye out to sea in case there's something nearby which looks just like it - somewhere we've thought of in our heads before, somewhere which would be fun to see.
--
#77
A note in the library.
Excuse me, sirs,
I do beg your pardon
but we've had
some complaints.
Could you please
leave some space
on the bookcase
for everyone else.
--
#76
a conversation in the garden centre
Surely we have discovered and named everything now? you say.
Surely this is all there is.
But why would that be any fun?
--
#75
If I want to run
I have to leave my mouth behind.
I have to scatter myself
along the highway
like an aeroplane girl
trying to grow her wings.
--
#73
We tell each other stories and our bodies change.
We're making room for all the words, for all the possible endings.
--
#72
Dear Jack and Jill, this is an important message, please do not hang up. We have been notified that you may have suffered a personal injury or had an accident at work in the past seven years and due to recent government changes you may be able to claim compensation. Please press one if you would like to proceed or star for more options.
--
#71
I used
to think
my grandmother
could knit
water into
fish scales
because
that's the
kind of
thing
grandmothers
do.
--
#69
Two men are explaining the world to each other.
Around their feet, young girls are growing antlers.
--
#68
There's that story of us where we were standing in an open field in the rain and I turned around and you were digging at the earth with a spade I didn't realise you had brought with you. "What are you doing?" I'd asked; "I'm digging," you said -"But what are you digging for?" I asked, the rain in my eyes and my clothes turning to skin, and you said: "I'm looking for the quiet space."
--
#67
Close your eyes and think of a number.
No. You're thinking of the wrong number.
Let's start again.
--
#66
Experiment:
Step outside your house and walk in a straight line as far as you can go. If objects and people don't move out of your way, write their names down. This list might prove useful in the future.
--
#65
"Where do you go, when you die?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I don't know."
"Do you know where you are now?"
"That's a very good point."
--
#64
I want to
build a house
simply so
I can
abandon it.
I want to
come back
in fifty years
to
see
how
it's lived
alone.
--
#63
Ideas for poems.
Write a poem about a word you can't pronounce properly.
Constantly spell it incorrectly, on purpose.
Write a haiku that refuses to conform to being a haiku.
Write a letter to yourself and actually post it. When you receive it
rip it up into tiny pieces and bury it in the garden. Don't let the neighbours see.
Write the life history of an imaginary goldfish.
Buy a goldfish.
Read the poem to your goldfish.
Record reaction.
Write another poem.
Go swimming.
How did you get on?
--
#62
"Can you outline my body?"
"Huh?"
"Can you outline my body, please?"
"...How?"
"Maybe shine a light out behind it and see if I'm see-through."
"I don't think you're see-through."
"I think parts of me are. I just want to check."
--
#61
Dear ______ ,
You have written to us because you want to know more about ______ .
Thank you for your letter.
There are many ways to understand ______ .
It might be helpful to think of it as ______ . Or perhaps as ______ .
______ has written many interesting essays on the subject. Perhaps you can find them at your local library or online.
We recommend, however, that you do not dwell on this matter.
We hope this has been of assistance.
Please do not hesitate to contact us again.
--
#59
I noticed that the sea wasn't doing much this morning, which is to say that it was existing.
However, this afternoon you began swimming in it - which meant it was definitely alive.
--
#57
a. After you leave I try to work out what is conscious.
b. I feel guilty moving furniture. I can't bear to turn off lamps.
c. I think maybe we created something. Not someone, but something.
d. What does that mean? Where does it go?
--
#56
"How many books are there in the world?"
"Over 130 million."
"We could make a planet out of those," you said.
"I think we already have."
--
#55
I search Google for Google's most asked questions.
The most asked question last year was: 'What is love?"
This is a true story.
--
#54
I talk to you
when you're sleeping
to see if
you answer
as a different person
but I'm not sure if I'm awake either
so I'm not sure that it counts.
--
#53
Words no longer make sense to me, I said. I've looked at them too long.
Ah, you said. Good. Now I'll get more sense from you.
--
#52
I'll be right back, you said.
But I'm telling you stories!
I'll be right back, you said.
Don't worry.
The stories will wait.
--
#51
I pull out the instructions on how to breathe underwater.
They recommend that I think very carefully about what I am doing.
They recommend that I trace my family tree to search for signs of magic.
They recommend I don't attempt this if I am in any way allergic to water.
I'm not exactly sure what they want me to do.
--
#50
The road licked our toes and the sky disappeared.
We're halfway there you said peering over your shoulder.
Halfway where? I asked shaking off feathers.
I'm not quite sure you said but I spy the sea.
--
#49
"Why does it always have to be a forest?"
"Huh?"
"Why do the forests always swallow the stories?"
"Shh. Keep your voice down."
"Why?"
"You'll anger the trees."
--
#48
I keep a notebook by my bed for the unfinished stories.
i. The bear in the cave that once ate my heart.
ii. The never-ending bookcase stretching into the sea.
iii. My skin rusting with bells that the whole world can hear.
--
#47
There's that story about a princess who locked herself in a tower.
"Stop calling me beautiful!" she yelled. "It's such an ugly word."
#45
"Don't you worry that someone might have told your story first?"
"All the time."
"Good. Now get on with it, quickly, before it becomes a stampede."
--
Tuesday, 6 October 2015
#44
Now we are wild it is hard to remember -
but the shapes we make are planetary
and there's traffic in our limbs.
--
#42
Things Fairy Tales Have Taught Me [3]
1. The world is full of cannibals.
2. Everything is poisonous.
#41
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we
somehow stumbled across
our own habitable planet?"
"We can do that right now," you grinned.
"We'll make a fort
and close the curtains
and lock the front door."
--
#40
I'm considering setting up a dating agency where you're given a novel
or a collection of poems
or a collection of stories
and that person has to read it, underlining passages they like.
I'll then scan through the stories and match up the passages
and pull people together through the pages of a book.
--
#39
"If you could live in any world, which world would you choose?"
"One where you didn't ask me so many questions."
"Very funny," I said. "But which would you choose?"
"Come closer," you whispered. "I'll write the answer down
on this scrap piece of paper so no one else can see."
--
#38
I like lying on the kitchen floor even though I'm pretty certain
that no one cleans it properly and now there's food in my hair.
I lie there pondering electricity and how - if the world suddenly ended,
taking scientists with it - I couldn't even muster up enough power
for a lightbulb.
As much as I like darkness, that doesn't seem good.
I wonder if I could somehow store electricity in my hair for safe keeping...
become a living electric current lying on the kitchen floor.
Humming gently.
But I'm aware that this is probably not a great idea.
--
#37
Task.
Count how many times you accidentally catch yourself in the mirror today
or in the side of milk bottles
or car keys
or the half-reflection of your dirty computer screen.
Count again tomorrow. Then come back.
Which day did you see yourself more?
Did it make a difference?
--
#35
If we are seventy percent water
then I suppose that even though
I'm sitting here, most of me is actually
swimming in the ocean
and falling from the sky.
--
#34
This
poem
is not
meant
to be
about you.
Not
about
you
or
your
shadow
or
anything
at all.
But
if you
read it
then
that
changes
things...
so
I suppose
I'd
better
stop.
--
#33
I have spent most of my life considering which body parts are windows
and whether I am trapped inside or someone's breaking in.
--
#32
Things Fairy Tales Have Taught Me [2]
1. You are only as tall as the tale you are telling.
2. Don't talk to animals.
3. Don't fall asleep.
--
#31
Recently I've been having dreams about versions of the afterlife.
A boat full of clockwork mothers.
A courtroom full of owls.
"What do you think it means?" I ask.
"It means you're not dead yet."
--
#30
There once lived a bird-girl
who was not just a female bird;
she was definitely a human.
Don't ask us how we know.
The details are a little sketchy -
here's an artist's impression -
and we're not sure of the ratios but
there are statues of her in Russia
half buried in the snow.
Her wing span was impressive.
See, this feather's from her mother.
She's dead now, the girl, sadly.
No, you can't see her right now.
--
#29
You bury yourself in books to see if you exist somewhere else.
To see if someone imagined you before your mother birthed you.
To see if you tumbled out of a storybook and straight into her womb.
--
#28
"Can you tell me why you like short stories?"
"This isn't a short story."
"I know, but can you tell me why you like them?"
"...Because they're like me."
"They're like you?"
"Yes."
"And who are you?"
"Who am I?"
"Yes."
"I'm not really sure."
--
#27
We take our wings off at the door because it's only polite
to pretend that we are like you.
It's for your own good, you know. Trust me.
You'd never believe in magic if you could actually see it.
--
#26
Please sit down and make yourself comfortable.
Answer as honestly as you can.
1. What is your name?
2. Where do you come from?
3. Would you say that you are good at existing?
4. If not, how you could exist better?
5. Do you think that, in the context of existing, others assist you?
6. Does this make you exist more?
7. Sum up, please, in three words, your total existence.
8. I’m sorry, could you repeat that?
9. I’m sorry - are you there?
2. Where do you come from?
3. Would you say that you are good at existing?
4. If not, how you could exist better?
5. Do you think that, in the context of existing, others assist you?
6. Does this make you exist more?
7. Sum up, please, in three words, your total existence.
8. I’m sorry, could you repeat that?
9. I’m sorry - are you there?
#25
I wonder
briefly
if I record
myself
and
play it
on
a loop
inside
a forest
whether
I can
be
phonetically
remembered
inside
the roots
of
several
trees.
briefly
if I record
myself
and
play it
on
a loop
inside
a forest
whether
I can
be
phonetically
remembered
inside
the roots
of
several
trees.
--
#24
“What’s out there?”
“Mostly dark matter.”
“I see.”
“No... you can’t.”
“But where does dark matter come from?”
“Er, we’re not really sure.”
“Oh?”
“It’s a bit of a mystery.”
“...”
“It’s where the narratives are.”
--
#22
Let me tell you things.
There's that story of the girl with red hair who ran into the woods and never came out again and there's that story of the girl with red hair who found the man who wrote the story about the girl with red hair who ran into the woods and never came out again, and she marched him into the woods with her eyes all ablaze. Then there's the story of the story, and there's no arguing with that.
--
#21
I remember reading a Donne poem
about compasses and distances and how
no matter how far you go, we’ll always lean
towards each other.
How planes go further north to catch the curve
like baseball - which is a game I’ve never played
but I’m playing now.
I could step outside and look straight up
and you could look up, too, and we could be that
ridiculous couple who pretend to see the same things
in the same sky.
Seek out the satellite throwing our voices into space
and down again in front of the other person -
because that’s what’s happening right now.
We’re cheating geography, you and me.
We are existing in two places.
#19
We seem to have issues with the infinite
because we don’t like to have multiple versions
of ourselves on display.
We like facts and specifics and
we hang x-rays on the walls.
I could probably fit the nearby stars inside our
bedside cabinet and shove the moon in the bath
for safe-keeping somehow -
but as I squint into the distance I’m not sure
what to do with all of that black, non-empty space.
I can’t possibly explore it all.
because we don’t like to have multiple versions
of ourselves on display.
We like facts and specifics and
we hang x-rays on the walls.
I could probably fit the nearby stars inside our
bedside cabinet and shove the moon in the bath
for safe-keeping somehow -
but as I squint into the distance I’m not sure
what to do with all of that black, non-empty space.
I can’t possibly explore it all.
#18
Too often
I think
of us
as planets
because
if the
universe
is
expanding
we're
just
growing
further
apart.
--
#17
I love spending my weekends digging through
bookshops for those little pieces of paper
in poetry books that float out and shout 'eratum.'
A printing error correction.
An apology for a genetic mutation of poetry.
The world still makes sense with errors, you know.
I like to shove them in my pockets and hurry
them home - so they can have the room to breathe.
--
#16
I pick today to stand in the phone box at the end of the street and wait for it to ring
but apparently it's for the internet now
and I'm not sure you had the number to reach me here anyway.
--
#15
“I think, perhaps, we know the words for everything
and then lose them,” you say - attacking a gobstopper
on a cliff top, like some form of urban bird.
“Where do they go?” I ask, worried -
shouting against the wind.
“We swallow them,” you say, your hair sticking to the sweet.
“We swallow them down somewhere. Along with everything else.”
#14
Most tales start out at sea.
Let’s be
lighthouses.
Let’s be
lighthouses.
Turn your head and show me things.
They don’t have to be whole.
I like the half-lit half-light.
--
#13
A Guide to Growing Up
1. Teach yourself to navigate.
2. Beware jellyfish.
3. Take yourself apart.
4. Dance underwater.
#11
we taught ourselves
the
language
of
puppets.
We caught the
words with
fishing nets
and lost
ourselves
at sea.
of
puppets.
We caught the
words with
fishing nets
and lost
ourselves
at sea.
--
#10
Hey. Why do you sleep like that?
Like you have the anatomy of a windswept world.
Drawing maps inside your head.
--
#9
"This one didn't turn out right," you say
squinting, even though you're standing right in front of it.
squinting, even though you're standing right in front of it.
"I think it's broken," you say.
You nudge it in the ribs.
"Give it a minute," I snap,
pulling you backwards.
"Be patient.
It might be about to do something."
--
#6
There are few things in life I am sure of.
I am sure that books have the answer.
I am sure that lightbulbs on string are dancing.
I am sure that well-lit basements hold the songs of all of us.
#5
If I remembered it, it would be the ridiculous blue of Panda Pops at school discos.
The kind that stains your teeth.
And lips.
And fills your words with sugar.
#4
I find
the
half-lives
of poems
strewn
over my
lawn
and
buried
into
my brain
and
stuck
to
the base
of
dirty
tea cups.
#3
Things Fairy Tales Have Taught Me
1. Wolves are problematic.
2. My parents were wrong.
3. We need a new Eve.
4. My soul is a blackbird.
1. Wolves are problematic.
2. My parents were wrong.
3. We need a new Eve.
4. My soul is a blackbird.
--
#1
They say the woods swallow us whole
like women are trees
like we’ve stepped outside of ourselves
and tripped over windows.
The words seem different here.
There’s no going back now.
--
IT'S TODAY!
Hello folks,
Thank you so much for your donations so far - you're all wonderful. If you haven't donated and you want to, you can do so over here. Perks are up for grabs, such as handwritten poems on postcards and limited edition poetry pamphlets. If you're not able to donate, it would be wonderful it you could share the link. The Book Bus do amazing work and it would be lovely to raise as much money for them as possible.
I'm going to be posting the 100 poems on this blog over the next two days (finishing by midnight Wednesday 7th October).
If you have any key words/photos to inspire poems, tweet me at @aeroplanegirl
On with the poems!
lots of bookish love,
Jen xx
Thank you so much for your donations so far - you're all wonderful. If you haven't donated and you want to, you can do so over here. Perks are up for grabs, such as handwritten poems on postcards and limited edition poetry pamphlets. If you're not able to donate, it would be wonderful it you could share the link. The Book Bus do amazing work and it would be lovely to raise as much money for them as possible.
I'm going to be posting the 100 poems on this blog over the next two days (finishing by midnight Wednesday 7th October).
If you have any key words/photos to inspire poems, tweet me at @aeroplanegirl
On with the poems!
lots of bookish love,
Jen xx
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