My husband's been out of town for a few days, so in his absence I decided to treat myself to a book instead of the customary chocolate bunny for Easter. I have been reading and puzzling over the poems in Marilyn Singer's brilliant book Mirror, Mirror: A Book of Reversible Verse. (In total amazement, I might add.) Singer writes in a form she calls "reverso." The poems in the book are based on fairy tales and tell two sides of the same story. Here's the catch. The poems are inverses of one another. The second poem is created by reading the first poem in reverse (hence reverso).
Here's the example Singer provides in her note about the form.
The coolest thing about these is that whether you are reading them forwards or backwards, they work! You can learn more about the book by checking out this post at Seven Imp and this post at Writing and Ruminating.
So, what do you think? It seems an impossible task, but perhaps we could try writing some short poems similar to Marilyn's example. That, my friends, is the challenge. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
Here's the example Singer provides in her note about the form.
A cat without a chair: incomplete | Incomplete: a chair without a cat. |
The coolest thing about these is that whether you are reading them forwards or backwards, they work! You can learn more about the book by checking out this post at Seven Imp and this post at Writing and Ruminating.
So, what do you think? It seems an impossible task, but perhaps we could try writing some short poems similar to Marilyn's example. That, my friends, is the challenge. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results here later this week.
Good luck, all! I'm eager to see the results!
ReplyDeleteMarilyn
Oh great, no pressure now!
ReplyDeleteThis challenge made me think of Mozart's Tafelmusik, a piece written so that it can be played as a duet with one piece of music laid on a table, with one player reading it right side up and another upside down. It's not his best work, but it's a formidable trick.
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Heart
To hear
Is
A small shift
With a flick of the bow,
Like two sine waves crossing,
At once
Coming together and
Flying apart,
A duet.
A duet
Flying apart,
Coming together and,
At once,
Like two sine waves crossing
With a flick of the bow,
A small shift
Is
To hear
Heart.
LOVE your book, Marilyn, which I have been studying for several days now. Hopefully, I'll rise to the challenge and post a successful reverso soon.
ReplyDeleteTricia - this is HARD!
ReplyDeleteIt’s a neat trick,
ReplyDeleteThis slick reversal:
Can I handle
The movement, the tick to tock,
the click to clack of it,
the back to back -
I mean, the down to up?
I love the frown-to-smile of it,
The way that Singer sang it.
I’ll try it.
I’ll try it
the way that Singer sang it:
I love the frown-to-smile of it -
I mean, the down to up,
the back to back,
the click to clack of it,
the movement, the tick to tock.
Can I handle
this slick reversal?
It’s a neat trick.
Well, that's not really very good because it doesn't really do what Marilyn does best, which is to change the meaning slightly as you read it through in reversal - not just to echo, but to mirror. I'll try again later.
This is actually a shaped poem which I can't reproduce here, but I think it comes close to a reverso.
ReplyDeleteNicholas Needham:
Book Head-Case and Bookcase Head
You can read him like a book
Nicholas Needham—take a look:
As he grew a book-case head
For he read and read and read
He would need ‘em through the years
Bookmark nose and bookend ears
Grew enormous bookworm eyes
Nicholas Needham, child-size,
Barely three feet from the floor
Sprouted up and read some more
Lucky, as a little weed,
Nicholas Needham learned to read
I am definitely going to try one - it is SUCH a brilliant book. Julie's was pretty darn inspired, whatever she says about it not completely flipping meaning.
ReplyDeleteLove this.
ReplyDeleteA Look in the Mirror
ReplyDeleteby Nicole Marie Schreiber
With pen in hand,
still I stand,
all astonishment,
as
my reflection
speaks.
“You are
a writer?”
“No.”
I shake my head.
It all means nothing.
Fingers aching.
Pages blanking.
Words not flying,
Stories dying.
Such a sham.
I’m not
a real writer.
I am
false.
--------------------
False.
I am
a real writer.
I’m not
such a sham.
Stories dying,
words not flying,
pages blanking,
fingers aching…
it all means nothing.
I shake my head.
“No!
A writer
you are!"
speaks
my reflection,
as
all astonishment,
still l stand,
with pen in hand.
-www.nicolemarieschreiber.com
Okay, I had to post this one more time because I found a line that sounded just too "Yoda-like," so here is the revised version. Thanks! It was a fun, but really hard, poem to write.
ReplyDeleteA Look in the Mirror
by Nicole Marie Schreiber
With pen in hand,
still I stand,
all astonishment,
as
my reflection
speaks.
“You are a writer?”
“No.”
I shake my head.
It all means nothing.
Fingers aching.
Pages blanking.
Words not flying,
Stories dying.
Such a sham.
I’m not
a real writer.
I am
false.
--------------------
False.
I am
a real writer.
I’m not
such a sham.
Stories dying,
words not flying,
pages blanking,
fingers aching…
it all means nothing.
I shake my head.
“No!
You are a writer!"
speaks
my reflection,
as
all astonishment,
still l stand,
with pen in hand.
-www.nicolemarieschreiber.com
Oh, what fun!! Give me a few days.
ReplyDeleteI want, want to read this book!!! I love that it's a new form and fairy tales all rolled into one. Maybe I can try a fairy tale reverso. I'm not promising, but I will try.
ReplyDeleteNo luck with the twist, but this is still fun!
ReplyDeleteIf it rains
the sun will bow her head
like a yellow flower
and blue will turn gray,
night seep into day.
All will be mysterious.
All will be mysterious—
night seep into day
and blue will turn gray.
Like a yellow flower
the sun will bow her head
if it rains.
--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved
Here's another attempt. (I've been working on a short story about quests.)
ReplyDeleteOnce upon a time
a boy set out on a quest.
He crossed mountains.
He forded rivers.
He sought his fortune.
He met an old man—
he was given an amulet.
He asked a question:
He spoke to the sun.
He spoke to the moon.
His way was long...
He grew strong.
He grew strong.
His way was long.
He spoke to the moon.
He spoke to the sun.
He asked a question—
he was given an amulet.
He met an old man.
He sought his fortune.
He forded rivers.
He crossed mountains.
A boy set out on a quest
once upon a time.
--Kate Coombs, 2010, all rights reserved
I am reminded of this reversible poem by Robert Reed on YouTube.
ReplyDeleteMine is here:
ReplyDeletehttp://readingyear.blogspot.com/2010/04/poem-5-reverso.html
Here are mine:
ReplyDeleteadventurous readers
checkout
books
in the library
in the library
books
checkout
adventurous readers
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
a peaceful ending
moon slips down the mountain
stars dance toward dawn
we drive in silence
down a back road long forgotten
sun rises full of hope
sun rises full of hope
down a back road long forgotten
we drive in silence
stars dance toward dawn
moon slips down the mountain
a peaceful ending
Actually I am probably going to revise the second and flip flop the two verses after re-reading them this morning.
ReplyDeleteHi Tricia and Marilyn ~ This was tricky, but fun, once I got my brain wrapped around the form. Congratulations, Marilyn, on your wonderful reviews!!
ReplyDeleteSCORCHING SPRING
Soaring temperatures
Accelerates blossoms
Scorches spring
Rips off t-shirts
Tosses on shorts
Heat
Heat
Tosses on shorts
Rips off t-shirts
Scorches spring
Accelerates blossoms
Soaring temperatures
© 2010 Carol Weis
Reverso is fascinating! I tried my hand at it, but I can't wait to keep working on it. Ms. Singer--you are amazing to do a whole collection of these. I'm in awe.
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