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H.O.M.A.G.O: Digitally Composing a Poem

During the week of June 18th I had the opportunity to spend four days with other TC's from the UNCC Writing Project for an Advanced Teacher Research Institute that focused on the idea of Researching Digital Literacies: Finding, Joing, and Negotiating Professional Conversations.

I attended my first UNCCWP events last summer for the summer institute and I've been blown away every since! I love meeting with writers/teachers from all grade levels and this advanced institute did not disappoint.

It would be hard to condense everything that we did in our four days, but I wanted to post a poem I wrote (and have now revised a bit) during some of our writing time. This poem would not exist without the writing project. I'll make a short note as to why after the poem.

H.O.M.A.G.O.

You said homango with no other context
and at first I thought you said imago

which I do know. I wanted to create a juxtaposition
but how to compare when you don’t know

what one of the words means? I try to learn.
From memory - Imago is a step in metamorphosis

but homango doesn’t seem to exist in dictionary.com. Nor
on other websites but due to a typo I realize you meant homago. Oh.

I added the N. Homago, now that is out there. Places for people
to hang out, mess around, and geek out. What quotes

inspire you? What regularly re-energizes you? What
spontaneously bubbles up your passion?

Is it technology? Is it taxidermy?
Collecting unique umbrellas?

What new avenues could you venture down?
I bet you would be surprised at who else

is excited about plotting an x-axis
for their own personal research. You

aren’t the only one with Zoroastrian leanings. You
weren’t the sole individual to achieve

a perfect score on that web based game.
You can’t help but find a collaborator,

a companion in dorkdom
which is exactly

what we all want, right? To find
the other half of our geek soul.

-

I've been working on a series of poems playing off the alphabet in some, but in particular the poetic form the abecedarian. I've worked on quite a few, but found myself stumped with the letter H. I wanted to start the poem with the letter H and then use the other letters of the alphabet to flesh out the poem with each line focusing on one letter of the alphabet until I ended with G.

I just asked the other group of diligently working writers to please give me a word that starts with H. I did not advise why. I was given the wword above, and part of what transpires in the poem was me working out that word.

As I said, If I had not been with this group of writers/teachers this poem would not exist. If I had not taken the time to play with Google, twitter, Facebook etc as I was thinking about this poem it would not be what it is. I took the time to hang out, mess around, and geek out, and, for all of that (and more) I am grateful.

 

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Jessie Carty's picture

Funny you mention...

Japanese characters becuase I tried to write a series of poems a while back responding to the look of Japanese characters, and there was one that very much reminded me of a man walking :) 

Thanks for commenting!

Kevin Hodgson's picture

A Poetic Response


(Jessie -- something in your piece made me want to respond as a poem. So, I did. I think it more about me than about you. -- Kevin)

 

Shifting the Gears of the Lock

The podcast: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/511314

I'm so glad you found the key left outside your door last night

and realized that if you turned it just the right way,

with just the right idea lodged in your mind,

something in the gears of the lock might start to shift into place

to break free

and the room would suddenly open up

so that you could find yourself simpatico with your other half

which you seemed to have maybe misplaced with childhood,

and I will be there, in the corner of the room with my own key in hand,

holding a conversation with my other half, too, but still keeping a place

in the homago for you to join us.

--Kevin

 

Jessie Carty's picture

That is Awesome!

Does my tag line say it all? What a terrific response and a well put together poem :) Made me think of my first sublet apartment when I was in college. My boyfriend would let me fall asleep and then he'd lock me in before leaving the key in my glove compartment since he had keys to that too. 

Elyse Eidman-Aadahl's picture

Ah, what fun!

I love this game of homago poetry. I may need to tell Mimi about it -- I'm sure she would be delighted to think poetry was inspired by the concept. For me, I always thought of Homago as a Japanese anime character, one who leaps into the middle of a scene and saves the day.