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The origin of the sestina

April 23rd, 2005
A little context here first. Over at the piker press forums there is a thread called Egregiously Erroneous Information. It was an idea imported from the NaNoWriMo boards, in which people ask questions and others respond with completely incorrect, but hopefully fun, answers. While the answers are generally pretty short over at NaNoWriMo, in the Piker forums answers are often quite involved and always very creative.The following is a poem I posted in the Piker forum. The biggest problem with it is that there are some actual correct bits of information in it.
Who invented the sestina, and why?

The origin of the sestina

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
Invented the bloody thing
thought that 6 by six plus troi
would make a bitchin’ poem
perhaps there are other rules
I shall ignore them

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
possibly liked the cadence
A play in six brief acts
A story told in slices
Of defined form
While the band plays on.

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
was fond of numbers
and the mystical power they hold
The most powerful number is three
The most powerful number is three
The most powerful number is three

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
using the most powerful number
the way a child uses LEGO
built a new structure
not with white and yellow plastic
but with a rhythm he heard from the stars

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
Spent his days casting about the house
Counting things without reason and without hope
Muttering, rambling, talking to himself
The way poets do when they’re close
But haven’t got there yet

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
A serious individual
As masochists are
never knew the fun I would have
with a form I never knew
And if he did, he wouldn’t like it.

Arnoud something, Frenchman, poet, masochist
inventor of the sestina
is dead now

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for a.k.s.

February 23rd, 2005

for a.k.s.

I hear her voice in my headphones
And I remember
Like an Engine, she played
The crowd thinned
The Jack, which I had bought for her
dwindled
We stood, ssssh! outside her bedroom door
and almost, not quite.

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Requiem

February 22nd, 2005
It won't be the same without Hunter S. Thompson around...

Requiem

I guess there was only one thing left
To put into your brain.
The final test of immortality
I will not know the end
Unless I, too, am Lono.

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Saguaro

September 19th, 2004
Something I saw, between Superior and the desert floor.

Saguaro

Tall, it stands
arms stretched, twisting
an octopus conductor
the chorus waits upraised below
a mute desert moment

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Imperial Valley Downpour

September 19th, 2004

Imperial Valley Downpour

Diamonds, suspended
Sun’s fire captive in water
but water must break

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Imperial Valley Downpour

September 18th, 2004

Imperial Valley Downpour

out from the anvil
blinding slashing flash of light
cracks on my windshield

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Amy

August 19th, 2004

Amy

Suddenly so tiny
wrapped in blue
on the long sofa
an explosion asleep

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Memories

August 9th, 2004

Memories

lingering perfume
and stale cigarettes – I breathe
And know what was not

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Scotch Whiskey

August 6th, 2004
Perhaps I was o'erinspired...

Scotch Whiskey

Smoky sweet seduction,
Dancing vapors
Air, Water, Fire
Earth
Ancient wisdom
She inspires me
as I breathe her
message from beyond the grave

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Haiku for You

May 14th, 2004

Haiku for You

rise from blow-up bed
rub eyes, stretch, scratch, yawn, make tea
and get back to work

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New category here at the blog!

March 26th, 2004
New category here at the blog!

Poems, everyone!

And a free commemorative slap on the back to the first person to identify that reference.

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From the old days

March 26th, 2004

From the old days

Now’s the time to do sleep,
Close the eyes, count the sheep,
And when cock’s crow makes chickens cluck
to roll over, mutter, “fuck”
And sleep some more.