Quarantine Collage Poetry
Call for Works
DEADLINE – JUNE 1, 2020
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Taking snippets of statements, headlines, imagery from the daily news. Compose collage poems while we are all in quarantine. If you add your own words to connect things together, put in brackets [like this]. Punctuate how you wish. Long or short poems. Arrange how you wish. At the bottom of the poem try to mention the sources of the material.
To participate make collage poetry with text taken from current news reports (compared to images). Can be any length. Can be however many poems you want to submit. Can be in any language (I will use google translator to have an english translation to go with the poems in other languages.) All submissions will be posted on this page. Send something everyday or as many as you like. It is intended as a record for this historical moment.
I’ll make a really short one as an example…
TV in America.
There was no cure.
You couldn’t find the silent carriers
to do contact tracing.
Right after that [we started]
finding out where our hotspots were:
Fallen heros in the cafeteria.
Source: snippets typed while listening to MSNBC News live conversation.
follow the advice continue to follow remain closed closed, closed, closed. follow the advice continue to until … (San Diego Zoo notice)
Alone …. I miss seeing, conversing with, hugging, spending time with family and friends. Life is shallower. [This is] survival [not] living. (The New Yorker
moisten your eyeballs for an observation round… heat sensing camerasfacial recognitioncontact-tracingbig data andstealthy little drones detain and monitora postcode lottery of enforcementthe portal of the
Incêndio #BeatrizAlbuquerque Coronavírus fogo já foi extinto?Instituições querem “apontar uma data”Denunciam com um foguete em cheio“Nós estamos desesperados”Não há a possibilidade de … Source: @cmjornal
last night we used our burger ingredientsby far the oddest yet greatest thingis it weird if i feelThis was legitimately hugenow I’m risking life and
I thought I was dreaming until I awoke to find myselfswimming in the Irish sea to the sound of soft musicthat was played in time