TODAY, April 21, marks the National Poetry Month Cento Contest. It’s a NaNoWriMo but for POETS! 36 Judges. 3 winners. The prize: 12 (unknown but signed) books. Count this crazy WepWopper in!
@Poetsorg will Tweet lines from poetry that each participate must rearrange into its own working poem by Noon EST April 23rd.
Here is an example of a Cento poem. 10 random lines from random poets:
Any day now she’ll try to eat solid food. She’ll want — Kim Addonizio
When the feast is over — Sharon Olds
Some things are damned to erupt like wildfire —Beth Bachmann
I’ve been in your body and it was a carnival ride. — Richard Siken
Actually, they are the real artists — Billy Collins
I am just a menagerie for bright orange creatures — Adrienne Greenberg
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil — Adrienne Rich
The girl on the bench in the Laundromat is barely eleven, the kind of girl with no hint of a figure — Christine Butterworth-McDermott
to be petals; I’m not fooled — Jade Ramsey
or washed or cauterized — Margaret Atwood
Any day now, she’ll try to eat solid food. She’ll want–
til she could no longer hold a test tube or a pencil–
to be petals–
I’m not fooled. Some things are damned to erupt like wildfire–
The girl on the bench in the Laundromat is barely eleven
the kind of girl with no hint of a figure
(or washed or cauterized).
I am just a menagerie for bright orange creatures.
I’ve been inside your body and it was a carnival ride.
When the feast is over, actually they are the real artists.
@POETSORG: LET THE POETRY GAMES BEGIN!