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Dear Madame Chairwoman [28 Jun 2006|08:49am]

mehinda
First of all, is Madame Chairwoman a bit redundant? I thought so.

Will we be rescheduling the previously-missed iron poet superbattle, or can we dispense with the icky boys who don't pay attention and move straight to the catfight femme-battle?
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I choose you. (acting on behalf of mehinda) [10 Jun 2006|04:00pm]

3g0
Time's up.
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Iron Poet Supermatch #1 [10 Jun 2006|01:00pm]

mehinda
sashash vs. mr_quackenbush

YOUR TIME BEGINS NOWCollapse )
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Pre Announcement [10 Jun 2006|12:47pm]

mehinda
Ms. Thunder (chairwoman Thunder if you're nasty) e-mailed me yesterday to ask my assistance in today's match. She is unavailable to post the theme and time, so I will be doing this for her.

Expect the post in the next fifteen minutes.
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The Iron Poet SuperMatch - Chairman Blue Thundering is not down yet! [05 Jun 2006|11:43pm]

blue_thundering
Iron Poet is still undergoing a massive reformation. Until we develop a core base of dedicated minions poetry aficionados minions (!), Literary Stadium cannot continue on the same, intensely structured level it first did. But like the delicious pheonix, it will indeed rise again! (And many, many thanks for your patience!)

In the meantime, for your viewing and poetic pleasure, I command the Iron Poets to battle...

... each other!

Iron Poets sashash and mr_quackenbush: Choose your time!

Iron Poets mehinda and pachamama: Watch your backs - You fine ladies are next!
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An Open Call For Ideas and Feedback [24 Apr 2006|02:56pm]

blue_thundering
Ladies and gentlemen! As with the ill-fated Iron Chef Japanese Rokusaburo Michiba, I have found myself so weakened by exam season as to have left this beautiful, pristine stadium in complete disrepair. For my trespasses, a thousand dishonours upon me and my writing.

Meanwhile, a thousand praises for the glorious contenders and supporters who serve to make this community so reputable. Many thanks for your dedication, your consideration, and above all, your patience.

I promised an open discussion regarding this community, and an open discussion we shall have. Generally, the LJ world is filled with a great many people afraid to step up to the plate, to take the Iron Poet challenge. As such, loathe as I am to deviate from the format of Iron Chef - the show that provided a format for this forum - to reinvigorate this community we need new options, new ideas, and above all, new challenges.

So, to start us off, I direct your attention to some very strong and positive suggestions made by one of our past challengers, good, brave somerled. You can read his comments here, respond to them in this post, or make your own suggestions. The emphasis will be on encouraging participation, even if we have to get incestuous about it. The spirit of Iron Poet - that is, of honourable, structured poetic battles - should be maintained at all costs. That aside, I defer to the wisdom of this community for all other amendments.

Your wish is my command!
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Final Verdict - Battle Destruction! [04 Apr 2006|10:58am]

blue_thundering
On Saturday, April 1, Challenger valis429 faced Iron Poet mr_quackenbush in a battle of poetic expertise, right here in Literary Stadium. The theme ingredient was Destruction. The time limit, one hour. And in that hour we saw formidable performances from both poets, which can be found here and here.

In "Security Deposit: $300," valis429 conveys the tenuous line between explicit, tangible damage (of property, of bottles) and the "little deaths" we lay out for ourselves, until maturity itself becomes its own, quiet destruction. Readers will recognise his tell-tale portrayal of a scene through character, truly inhabiting the space outlined in the theme ingredient.

Meanwhile, Iron Poet mr_quackenbush counters with "om mani siva engine," a piece that becomes the very machine of destruction it portrays. The strong apocalyptic imagery it evokes is thus only the first level of cataclysm in the work, with his distinctive and well-developed stylistic devices pushing the boundaries of destruction through deconstruction, all set against the sturdy, juxtaposed framework of rhyming couplets.

But now the poets have had their say - and the judges too - so only one question about this battle remains: Who takes it? Whose use of theme reigns supreme?

Chairwoman Thunder has spoken!Collapse )

More importantly: now that the competition is over, don't forget to go back and give both poems your constructive criticism. Then, once you've done that, consider applying yourself to be our next, brave challenger!

Thanks again, everyone! This coming Sunday, I'm going to open the floor to further discussion regarding some ideas raised by judges and Iron Poets (having to do with improving this community); the Sunday after, we move on to our fourth match-up!
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And... it's over! [01 Apr 2006|01:00pm]

blue_thundering
And... BATTLE DESTRUCTION IS OVER!

Many thanks go out to mr_quackenbush and valis429 for their time and efforts today, but the contest is not yet won!

In phase two, it's up to the Judges to decide the winner. coyotecult, sealwhiskers, and inertiam, we await your comments and verdict!
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[01 Apr 2006|11:49am]

mr_quackenbush
om mani siva engine

Om something something come with stasis
webs and nets replace. In carved places,

Om mani padme siva, i am become breath, filled
as robert oppenheimer echoes builds.

Some with gem encrusted nets and rust this is foreign
entrope le monde lo fortune lay me wasted iron pyrite coins.

We are Romany wasteland riders trudging post
in post gehenna fire basin dust

come. Howl me Siva down as ugly seives as it makes it seem
the darling mutants metamorphose tongues in tandem they beguine.

pyrite pirates. Rolling in the summer dust sand
echoes robber barons laying tracks to suffocate in bland

as wiped it all and features fade in tracks to hibernate
for some time listen sister gets. It ugly make me sate

on late night television. Like with tentacles and rotten
comes the satellites of snow exploding black and white forgotten

checked with sandalwood scented incense incensed hashishin
raining siva down mechanically down with fission frisson

baby let me come inside and nothing but be barren
baby, let come inside inside and wipe the outside clean.

EDIT:mispelled incense.
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Security deposit: $300 [01 Apr 2006|02:57pm]

valis429
After the move
muscles giving up blood
like wheezing balloons
we sit in that empty room
and ring out a swordfight clamor
toasting whatever bottles are left.

Silverfish wake up
from between the cracks
to the rapture of a desolate wall
and we give them shelter
under our boots.
It has been a good place
to hang a poster or two
to whisper in corners
about girls and where else
they might want to go,
anywhere but here.
There will be no reminisces
recounted verbatim tomorrow
but as for now

in empty apartments
the conversation
is all about the future:
we will go back to school
(so close now, only
16 credits to go)
we will take up gardening
tai chi, mountain biking
we will be a model or
at least a model something
a triple threat
an up and comer
a parent’s photograph.

But the landlord
come the morning, will get
the best snapshots of our youth
in the broken bottles
and claw hammer holes
carving war god constellations
into these walls, the tags
dragging paint down the floors
loosely translated:
We cannot bring the past with us
so we’re leaving the ashes
with you. Make a wish
and blow.
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IRON POET - BATTLE # 3 [01 Apr 2006|02:00pm]

blue_thundering
Challenger valis429 and Iron Poet mr_quackenbush:

YOUR TIME STARTS NOW!Collapse )
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Iron Poet - Third Challenge Instructions [01 Apr 2006|01:52pm]

blue_thundering
Greetings, all! We forge on with line break revelationist valis429, who does battle against Iron Poet mr_quackenbush's uncompromising lyricism in iron_poet's third one-hour duel!

The rules, again, are simple: each contestant has one hour to write at least one poem featuring the Theme Ingredient, and by the end of that hour each contestant's poem MUST be posted as a separate post to the community, under threat of disqualification!

The Theme Ingredient will be posted in eight minutes, at precisely 2:00 EST (by my clock). At this time the Judges (and on-lookers) can prattle on in that post to their heart's content, but NO ONE is allowed to comment on the entries until after time is up. At that point, ALL THREE JUDGES must write their comments (just some brief pros and cons) in response to both entries.

The Judges will then email me (omissionsoftheomen@hotmail.com) their votes, as determined by the ranking system set out here.

ONLY AFTER THE WINNER HAS BEEN ANNOUNCED CAN OBSERVERS CHIME IN WITH CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM OF THEIR OWN. This ensures impartiality on the Judges' parts.

That said, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask!
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Literary Stadium - Prelude to Battle # 3 [26 Mar 2006|07:46pm]

blue_thundering
This being iron_poet's third challenge, I realised our challenger had to quicken the pace of our community, to propel us further along the sturdy framework laid down by dear somerled. To remind us, ultimately, of the due diligence and utmost flexibility necessary for progressing the art of poetry itself.

Who better, then, than the master of the poetic twist, of the little line break that brings with it great change? Introducing valis429: poet, writer, bad cook. A frequent contributor of humour and poetry to national and Orlando-local publications, valis429's greatest claims to fame are two chapbooks (Tasty Crunchy and Hangover Wednesday), involvement in charity and socially-aware publications, being the host of Speakeasy, "Orlando Weekly’s Best Open Mike Night for three years running," and recognition as one Axis Magazine's "20 Coolest People in Orlando."

Trained on performance skits, valis429's focus is, above all, in the crafting of character, in leaving readers with the impression not just of a person, but of a whole life - with all the twists and turns and unexpected diversions that mark even the most precisely-planned of existences. And what better to keep a community like this one on its toes!

I am thus delighted to have valis429 enter Literary Stadium, and for him to start off the third competition... by choosing our battling Iron Poet!

So who will it be? Who will face you in the first one hour contest of literary skill? Will it be Iron Poet Formalist pachamama, Iron Poet Realist mehinda, Iron Poet Lyricist mr_quackenbush, or Iron Poet Surrealist sashash?

valis429, select your Iron Poet!
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Prelude to Battle #3 [20 Mar 2006|08:42am]

blue_thundering
Ladies and gentlemen, this week we have... no brave challenger.

But! My Iron Poets are resilient. And there will be a challenge this week.

So! I open the stadium to any respondent, Iron Poet or new face alike. An Iron Poet battle would be quite extraordinary, and I already know Iron Poet pachamama likes the idea. (Would she be interested in starting the tradition? I wonder!)

So who will it be? Who will step forward, reply to this post, and in so doing claim his or her moment of iron_poet fame?

Will it be... you?
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[18 Mar 2006|11:35am]

blue_thundering
Greetings, readers and fellow literary aficionados:

This is just a warm welcome to all of you who have added the iron_poet community to your friends list. Thank you so much for your support; it takes a lot to get a community like this off the ground, and as such we are very pleased to have you on board.

That said, if any of you wish to participate by becoming a contestant, consider the floor open and welcome to your applications. I can appreciate that some might worry about "embarrassing" themselves, but I should think the last two challenges have already spoken to the fun involved in any challenge. Anyone who chooses to take part has already proven a measure of bravery to be applauded. Moreover, the challenge offers you the opportunity to receive very constructive criticism of your work - something any engaged poet should be interested in.

So if you're a writer of poetry, consider being more than an observer on this community. Consider applying to be a challenger. (Fame and glory! Yours forever!)

Otherwise, again, many thanks for your support.
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Final Verdict - Battle Fruit! [10 Mar 2006|01:13pm]

blue_thundering
On Wednesday, March 10, Challenger somerled faced Iron Poet mehinda in a battle of poetic expertise, right here in Literary Stadium. The theme ingredient was Fruit. The time limit, one hour. And in that hour we saw formidable performances from both poets, which can be found here and here.

In "Ripe Fruits," somerled braves a careful balance between vividly-recounted traditional fruit, the often heart-breaking "fruits" of one's labours, and the delicate image of maturation as a ripening - sometimes dangerous, sometimes celebrated - in and of itself. In his poem, which easily traverses different voices, locations, and focal points, readers truly get a sense for the weighty imagery so prevalent in his other work.

Meanwhile, Iron Poet mehinda countered with "Saturday Morning, Pike Place Market," a piece drawing upon the complacency of a market trip and the act of cooking dinner, yet evoking - without the use of gimmick or pronounced advice - startling revelations about fruit as a means of communication, as a matter of building bridges in our lives to the rest of humanity.

But now the poets have had their say - and the judges too - so only one question about this battle remains: Who takes it? Whose use of theme reigns supreme?

Chairwoman Thunder has spoken!Collapse )

More importantly: now that the competition is over, don't forget to go back and give both poems your constructive criticism. Then, once you've done that, consider applying yourself to be our next, brave challenger!

Thanks again, everyone! We'll be having a brief hiatus this weekend (can't be helped!), but tune in a week from now for your third Iron Poet match-up!
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And... it's over! [09 Mar 2006|03:19am]

blue_thundering
After a little muddle regarding posting access to the community, BATTLE FRUIT IS OVER!

Many thanks go out to mehinda and somerled for their time and efforts today, but the contest is not yet won!

In phase two, it's up to the Judges to decide the winner. coyotecult, sealwhiskers, and inertiam, we await your comments and verdict!
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Ripe Fruits [08 Mar 2006|10:15pm]

somerled
always buy oranges
before the other girls

insistent, her daughter's hand gripped tight

lime stacks, cherry
tomatoes, orderly and delicious
so delicate, like a zeppelin floated them in
just for a girl

grapes, no seeds (those hateful germinators)
no swelling, bursting
pushing into resistant intestines

she knows them
perfect to peel
placed in a jar, eyeballs
for blind hands

morning, still plump
star fruits glisten in lingered mist
the stuff of postcards, of loopy blue
wish you were here
reeks by afternoon, a vacation spoiled

bathroom tile pavement
pressure washed at four
the zambonis with power hoses violate
the quiet, quiet as if of a city evacuated
left only for him
as if it could last forever
as if it could be watermelon juice forever

at the magazine stand around the corner
pre dawn business
his brown bag next to a fruit basket leering
heaves for breath, hands on knees
licks chops like he might fondle
squeezes a tangerine
innocent and fresh, like a tropical spider might hide there
girls ripen at thirteen
his rough fingers pinching thumb
like lifting the hem of a skirt
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Saturday Morning, Pike Place Market [08 Mar 2006|07:06pm]

mehinda
Even shopping today is blessed: no crowds
mill on the sidewalk and the farmer’s son
stretches out his hand, offers a Chickasaw
slice to me only, the precise plumness
of it pops between my back teeth
with a trace of salt from the boy’s
sweaty palm, so I buy six and plan
tonight’s dinner: peel the waxy,
mottled skin and simmer in butter,
honey and brandy until the flesh just
drops off the pit. Add the mushrooms
and beef, roast them until the fruit
buckles on itself, the heat finishing
what alchemy the sun and dirt began.
This caramelized compote in the pan’s
exactly where a plum should end, though
I hope I’ll still taste the salt from his hand.
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IRON POET - BATTLE # 2 [08 Mar 2006|09:15pm]

blue_thundering
Challenger somerled and Iron Poet mehinda:

YOUR TIME STARTS NOW!Collapse )
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