The bonus theme was One God's Story of Mid-Life Crisis. I worked from 12:30 PM to 12:45 AM, so about 10 hours 15 minutes, allowing for lunch and supper breaks. Prompts trickled in slowly and participation was low -- only 8 people on LJ and none on DW -- but most of the poems were epics so I got a decent wordcount. There were 8 poems total, all free verse. Please welcome new prompter elisem.
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The following poems from the February 2013 Poetry Fishbowl have been posted:
"The Distillation of Senses"
"Picking Up the Trash"
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If you plan to sponsor some poetry but haven't made up your mind yet, read the list of unsold poems from the bonus fishbowl. That includes the title, length, price, and the original thumbnail description for the poems still available.
All sponsored poems have been posted. Backchannel copies have been sent to the relevant prompters. The general fund poll is currently open and will be closing this evening.
Donors this session included: elisem, Anonymous (as a gift for elisem, and janetmiles. Please welcome new donor elisem.
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This poem came out of the August 20, 2013 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from kelkyag. It also fills the "starting over" square on my card for the Origfic Bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored out of the general fund, based on an audience poll. It belongs to the series One God's Story of Mid-Life Crisis.
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Humans are naturally curious, and when somebody else has a different version than we have, we often want to explore it. (Consider how little boys and little girls may be interested in their differences.) Try to find sensitive instead of rude ways to do that.
When I was in college, a black friend and I touched each other's hair. Not just a quick pat: we took the time to play with it. This was one of the most subversive things I ever did. We knew it was taboo, and we decided to do it anyway, because we were consenting adults and we wanted to. It was awesome. It wasn't sexual, but it was intimate. Part of what made it work, for us, was the mutual exchange of sensory information: touching and being touched, sharing what we each had that was different.
Don't get grabby with other people's bodies, but if you can find someone to share with, go for it. Gentle touch is good for primates. Brutalizing people's boundaries until they walk around with their hackles up all the time is not a sign of a healthy society. If we can work on making better relations, that's progress.