Gabrielle Gribbin

Bachelardian Reverie #4

Winter qtr. wk. 8

Work count:100

“Listening to the trees of the night prepare their tempests, the poet will say: ‘The forest shivers under the caresses of the cristal-fingered delirium..’ That which is electric in the shiver—whether it runs along man’s nerves or along the fibers of the forest—has met a sensitive detector in the poet’s image.  Don’t such images bring us the revelation of a sort of intimate cosmicity?  They unite the outside cosmos with an inside cosmos.  Poetic exaltation—the crystal-handed delirium—makes an intimate forest shiver within us.”

Use this prompt to evoke through a poetic image a light delirium in which your nerves run along the “fibers” of your field study.

…

I finger the nape of my neck, brushing the peachy

fuzz sprawled across Me

here starts the palpation.

Strumming the superficial layers of skin and muscle

with ardent care.

Detaching from the whirring of thought and incessant

prodding, stimulated touch assures my heart to open

allowing lashes to meet allows anterior eyelids to

Open

Able now to tune-in to my humming vibration and

gingerly place palm to solar plexus to feel

Triangles meeting, creating a light to project

Outward.

A shiver corrects my posture as I continue to enjoy

my palpable skin.

“Its beauty comes from the ability to manipulate”

Gabrielle Gribbin

Winter qtr, wk. 7

Word count:100

Reverie Prompt:  pp 139, 141  Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie:  “When I read this line by Edmond Vandercammen: ‘My childhood goes back to that wheaten bread,’ an odor of warm bread invaded a house of my youth.”  Create a reverie to demonstrate how in your own life “a whole vanished universe is preserved by an odor.”

…

An inhalation leaves nostrils singling with the whiff

of a familiar scent.

Swift friction glides over the hairs that stand upon me

in attempt to stabilize my core

My body produces: sweat

sweet sweat

The odor of my movements, of the capacity that my

petit frame holds and the remembrance of

my un-faltering heart, both of my hearts one located

slightly left in my chest cavity and the other just behind

my knee pumping blood against gravity.

I lay comfortably in the musky cloud I emanate.

to hell with deodorant and fruity spray,

Let me be!

An inhalation settles me.

Gabrielle Gribbin

Bachelardian Reverie #2

Winter qtr. wk.6

Word count:100

“Reverie Prompt:  pp 88, 93  Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie:  “Reveries of idealization develop, not by letting oneself be taken in by memories, but by constantly dreaming the values of being whom one would love.”  Great dreamers dream their double.  Can you create a reverie to demonstrate how and why the passion of your current field study sustains you?  How is your “letter” (e.g., c is for cacao) your magnified double?  (E.g., While tasting Kallari chocolate can you re-member how C might idealize cacao?) “”Tell me whom you create and I shall tell you who you are.'” Suggestion: Use your reverie on an idealized passion to create a poem that evokes the sensation of how your passion is sustaining you.”

…

Think of that weight that you hold,

the force that you create downward. Your feet, ever aware of the

gravity of you.

The motion on our propulsion starts

from heel to toe… ponder this thought.

Continuing your forward thought place toes first to

meet with the earth, ease into the placement of self,

then only after insuring this is the route you wish

to take lower your heel.

The intention of the slightest

inching joints is where we begin, from these inches

gain feet, strides, bounds, and leaps of expression.

The body is my temple, I will it to be.

 

Gabrielle Gribbin

Bachelardian Reverie #1

Winter qt. wk.5

Word count:100

“Reverie Prompt:  pp 38-39, 47  Create your own reverie on the engendering of words in response to Bachelard’s reverie:  “Look out for the flamboires, little girl! Look out for the flambettes, booby!” In your experience does a romance language such as French do a “great service” by being a “passionate language” that has not wanted to  preserve a neuter gender, but rather multiplies occasions for choosing/coupling? What words, for you, “love each other?” Can you create a reverie to demonstrate words that, for you, have sexes re: the passion of your current field study?”

…

Oh, Fluttering feet (m. pies), bounding with ease as the

hardened ground waits to lick fallen limbs.

How the flick of the wrist may will you to come nearer

or keep your distance.

An arched swaying of lifted arms

propels my core forward as the ever fluxing gate of

flexed calves (m.terneros) and thighs (m. muslos)

send my spine (f. espina)  a-tingle passing one

another to the rhythm of my breath (f. respiracion), my

thought.

Weight shifts as a halt to steps is forced, a need for

balance leaves mind (f. mente) focused dictating each

part of me to hush.