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Joel Lane
| | Posted on Friday, January 02, 2004 - 03:17 am: | |
Hi Des. I assume this is an appropriate way of sending in competition entries. In the competition thread on this site you've given a hyperlink to this site, which makes perfect sense in a very nemonymous kind of way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the following...
Nemonymity
I didn’t know his name until afterwards:
retracing my steps, going back to his flat
with a note from the clinic, a reference number
translating magic into a sub-zero fact.
I didn’t know her name until afterwards:
a social services record, a broken track
through the years. What did I expect?
One look at her posh house and I turned back.
I didn’t know my name until afterwards:
after forty years of struggling, I was free
of men, women and booze. I was home again:
twenty thousand leagues under the sea.
Joel Lane
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des
| | Posted on Friday, January 02, 2004 - 07:33 am: | |
Hey, great idea, Joel. Thanks for the entry. Entries can indeed be posted on this thread here or on the Nemonymous discussion forum at:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nemonymous/
The competition again:
The following prizes:
A copy of `Swords and Ice Magic' by Fritz Leiber ***signed by its author***.
A copy of `The Broken Sword' by Poul Anderson (the forerunner of Lord of The Rings?) ***signed by its author***
Write a poem (no longer than 14 lines)entitled 'Nemonymity'.
The one I like best before 29 February 2004 will win both those books.
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Terry Gates-Grimwood
| | Posted on Friday, January 02, 2004 - 08:09 am: | |
Nemonimity
A stranger then
A voice then
A touch then
A breath then
A guide then
An acquaintance then
A friend then
Close then
Intimate then
I turn…
No one
Terry Gates-Grimwood
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Marge Simon
| | Posted on Sunday, January 04, 2004 - 01:45 pm: | |
Nemonymity
i.
You are running
on a gentle plain
of soft bright grass
toward the sea.
Voices you read
urge you onward.
Bound in chains
you carry the weight
until your knees fail.
ii.
You kneel on a stone balcony
before the Pharoah queen.
Below, a mass of upturned faces
restless, eager for your review.
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Jamie Rosen
| | Posted on Sunday, January 04, 2004 - 04:53 pm: | |
(might I just say that I'm (a)(be)mused that entries for the competition are not anonymous... caught me by surprise.)
Nemonymity
You can't.
I can't.
We can't.
Nobody can.
(unfortunately, this forum doesn't seem to like any sort of non-standard formatting, so my spacing et al. has disappeared. :/ ) |
des
| | Posted on Monday, January 05, 2004 - 08:33 am: | |
Jamie says: might I just say that I'm (a)(be)mused that entries for the competition are not anonymous... caught me by surprise.)
********
Me, too!
Then I thought ........ how else can you run a competition with such seriously sought-after prizes? Rest assured I'll be checking identities carefully.
And I'm sure that everyone has got at least one poem (14 lines or less) entitled 'Nemonymity' inside them just waiting to be posted here. You know it makes sense.
des
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Brendan
| | Posted on Monday, January 05, 2004 - 11:14 am: | |
Nemonymity
—Sqrs.
—DF
—Nnm!
(frightening) batch of
—Sqrs.
—96
—Nnm!
(worrisome) bunch of
rectangles
—96
—E
—Oooo
—I
fr + I + n
. . . Y
sometimes
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des
| | Posted on Monday, January 05, 2004 - 11:18 am: | |
Sorry, that last one seems to have more than 14 lines! If so, please abridge it, Brendan, so that it can be considered! des |
Brendan
| | Posted on Monday, January 05, 2004 - 11:31 am: | |
14 lines . . . Damn! I didn't count . . . It seemed so short . . . |
Brendan
| | Posted on Monday, January 05, 2004 - 11:35 am: | |
Nemonymity
—Sqrs.
—DF
—Nnm!
(frightening) batch of
—Sqrs.
—96
—Nnm!
(worrisome) bunch of . . . . . . . . . rectangles
—96
—E
—Oooo
—I
fr + I + n . . . . . . . . . [. . . Y]
sometimes
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Jorge
| | Posted on Monday, January 05, 2004 - 04:25 pm: | |
Here's a short little portuguese contribution:
NEMONYMITY
A cloud of names gather
over my nameless soul
attracted by it's
helpless namelessness
and they stay there
waiting
only waiting
like vultures
waiting
for their prey to finish dying |
Neil A
| | Posted on Wednesday, January 07, 2004 - 01:32 pm: | |
Des, you're always moving those guideline goalposts. Still, I'll post my Nemonymity here tomorrow. Off home now. |
Neil Ayres
| | Posted on Thursday, January 08, 2004 - 04:53 am: | |
Right, here we go then:
Nemonymity
By Graymalkin’s Kin
Unsigned was the fable in my hands; no
less identified by the scurrilous
scholar who’d handed it to me, cut-spliced
from a neatly-pure A5 landscape tome.
An eye peered out from an anonymous,
pristine background. And the eyes are believed
to be windows to the soul; unconvinced
though I may be of this, I had no proof
to the contrary, so my contention
remained unvoiced. I turned page after page
of text upon silk manuscript. Each stage
related to the previous fiction.
No, more than related: twinned by a mage
of letters, a wordsmith: the Weirdmonger.
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WBVogel
| | Posted on Tuesday, January 13, 2004 - 02:20 pm: | |
"Nemonymity"
by
W.B. Vogel
Glorious, quiet truth
That waits behind the cryptic smile
Like the resurrection of a first breath
Ghostlike abyss shining
In a heartbeat, a rhythm of warmth
Born of silent dreams
A muse that sleeps
In aspirations wandering
The void of creation
My world is her heart,
A universe in still perpetuum
Moves for her alone.
Copyright 2004 A.D.
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Jetse
| | Posted on Thursday, January 15, 2004 - 05:15 am: | |
Of course, Des, I couldn't resist:
Nemonymity
The schizophrenic author,
a multiple personality because
no single man could possibly
have written all that alone,
runs into a writer’s block.
Inspirational lights dimming,
he’s scanning darkly.
Looking through his glass
he takes a can of ubik
and reluctantly reveals:
it’s time to edit.
Finding nemo, and ominously
becoming a de(s)ity
in a nameless Universe.
(In case of acceptance I wish to be: (iii) retroactively never publicly revealed. ;-)
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David J Brown
| | Posted on Saturday, January 24, 2004 - 05:36 am: | |
Nemonymity
A manufactured word, with injected meaning
Nonetheless of use if that injection
Acts, reacts, and blends with thought
To blaze a path through mazes of identity.
But does nemonymity help me?
Help me to find myself? Not really,
For it lies too close to anonymity to fuel my retorts.
I read the posts, and wonder at the eloquence of all
The unseen ones, who clearly relish squeezing juice
From this multisyllabled and frankly obscure word,
And most of all, the arch weirdmonger and wordmangler,
Des, the architect and driver of these cyber thoughts.
But all that I extract from nemo is
That it spells omen backwards, no is me.
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Anthea Holland
| | Posted on Saturday, January 24, 2004 - 08:41 am: | |
NEMONYMITY
Who am I?
I have yet to find myself.
Who are you?
I have yet to trace the steps
To where you begin …
And end.
Who are we?
Together a whole;
A soul undivided –
Un-named, unashamed,
We face the world
And trace the pearl
Of freedom.
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david j brown
| | Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2004 - 12:58 am: | |
A PS to my poem above... and an apology.
My fondness for alliteration kept tugging me back to 'wordmangler' in the 11th line, but it's not very polite to Des. If I knew how to get into the post and alter it I would, so this is to substitute 'wordmingler' which is a lot kinder, and more appropriate... sorry Des! |
des
| | Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2004 - 01:32 am: | |
I'm happy with either 'wordmangler' or 'wordmingler', David!
des |
Neddal
| | Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2004 - 06:00 am: | |
Nemonymity
A riddle:
I am not who I was
And I am not who I am
When they tell me who I will be
I don’t know that I am
Cogito Ergo Sum
They say
But am I?
And who are they?
Are they?
Am I?
Or are they?
What I am?
Who am I?
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Godfried Bomans
| | Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2004 - 06:52 am: | |
"Be yourself,"
I said to someone.
But he couldn't,
He was no one.
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des
| | Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2004 - 07:32 am: | |
I thought it only fair that I wrote a short poem called 'Nemonymity' (obviously not an entry for the competition) -- and with due acknowledgement to Daphne du Maurier for the first two lines.
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Last night I dreamt
I went to Nemonymity again
At the interface of Name and Unname:
And when I saw ghosts limp through dark halls' fame,
I shouted - you ghosts, any ghosts, such sad ghosts,
Ghosts can never be lame!
But I wept to watch
As they heft huge oaken tables,
Dragged and tagged in groups of one by one
To such carved labels.
********
Thanks to those who have entered so far.
Recap of competition:
The following prizes:
A copy of `Swords and Ice Magic' by Fritz Leiber ***signed by its author***.
A copy of `The Broken Sword' by Poul Anderson (the forerunner of Lord of The Rings?) ***signed by its author***
Write a poem (no longer than 14 lines)entitled 'Nemonymity' and post it here.
The one I like best before 29 February 2004 will win both those books. And who else knows what as consolation prizes!
I hope to publish some of them in future Nemonymi.
des
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Jorge
| | Posted on Sunday, January 25, 2004 - 05:54 pm: | |
Another one:
THE NEMONYMOUS MAN
I once thought my name was Joe
but then they started calling me Jack
for some reason to me unknown
later someone said that I was Mike
and shortly after I was Bruce
I grew accustumed to those changes
in the word they call my name
but when they began to call me Ann
I said "Enough is enough!
From this day on, I have no name!" |
des
| | Posted on Monday, January 26, 2004 - 07:37 am: | |
Thanks, Jorge. For the purpose of the competition, I'll assume its title is 'Nemonymity'.
;-) |
Jorge
| | Posted on Monday, January 26, 2004 - 12:23 pm: | |
Oh! I forgot that the title had to be 'Nemonimity'. Perdão.
Therefore, of course, the title is 'Nemonimity'...  |
Ben Eavey
| | Posted on Monday, January 26, 2004 - 04:08 pm: | |
NEMONYMITY
Nascent rhythms, guileful, leading forward noncommittally
Earthshock, undulating, obfuscates our augured entryway
Mental numbness, nodding, sensifying lifelong misery
O'er an edifice thought long obdured.
Now, with analabos fastened, enjoinment notwithstanding
Yowling, absolution throttled, rotes neglected, yammering
Moving, yearning, leaving; our indignities meandering
O'er no altar's might; neglect inured.
Utter obsolescence strikes me; thinking, timing
Shouting, wiling -- this ephemeral occision's yours.
Run away, now.
Gone at last.
Lost from me.
Fallen into Nemonymity.
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Joseph B. Loggs
| | Posted on Wednesday, January 28, 2004 - 10:46 pm: | |
Nemonymity
i lost myself to identity, thinking I sailed a bark of folded steel,
believing the wind my word-will, the sea my servant.
i am no longer ‘person’ since jagged, gutting personhood
rip-spiked my hull, marooned me.
no man was an island until named, no woman an atoll until signed -
my only choice; to trip from that forsaken landfall into the mouthing deeps.
then, the lurking void beneath, without and all around,
i floated, decades unquenched upon that word glutted tide,
buoyed only by the liquid that is language.
until the sea spoke: ‘give me but your name and you shall be free’ -
i spoke it for the last time.
beneath the waves, the wet-dark silence crushed me as I sank,
filled my mouth with tears, dissolved me into the uncountable unnamed.
i lost identity, found myself again
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des
| | Posted on Thursday, January 29, 2004 - 07:36 am: | |
Thanks, Joseph. Yours is the first entry by someone I've not 'met' before. Unless I've lost your identity! ;-)
Could you please email me at dflewis48@hotmail.com so that in the event of winning, I can contact you. And that goes for anyone if they think I don't know them.
des |
Alex Stone
| | Posted on Friday, February 06, 2004 - 01:31 am: | |
She is scooping peas
from a plate to her mouth
but before they reach her lips
the peas fall from the fork
like green hailstones.
Some go under the table,
some hit the plate.
Others never make it anywhere,
vanished for ever.
Some are gobbled by dogs.
Now imagine this in reverse.
Her menu
ticks. |
Lucy A.E. Ward
| | Posted on Saturday, February 07, 2004 - 07:09 am: | |
This has been a wonderful selection of poetry to read so far. Top idea for a competition, Des. Right, here goes my attempt:
NEMONYMITY
In the tumultuous unfolding,
between revelation and conclusion,
as I stood invisibly to watch
your outpouring of invention,
in my breathless race to unravel
all your mysteries and symptoms
of character, psychic trappings
mindful demons, bright shades
of memory, there
in a halcyonic respite of passage, where
your words flowed across me, simply,
clean as cold rain, I realised - but
it was too late, your enchantment ending -
I had forgotten to ask your name.
--- |
Marge Simon
| | Posted on Sunday, February 08, 2004 - 12:21 pm: | |
Several of these poems are simply outstanding! All are extraordinary. I agree with Lucy Ward, whose poem rocks!
Marge |
Neil
| | Posted on Monday, February 09, 2004 - 03:41 am: | |
Hi Lucy,
That's my favourite so far. Only one word I'd change. |
des
| | Posted on Saturday, February 14, 2004 - 12:08 pm: | |
Last two weeks available to enter this competition:
Entries should be posted on this thread here with your name.
Please contact me separately on:
nemonymous@hotmail.com
if you feel I don't already know how to contact you, should you win.
The following prizes:
A copy of `Swords and Ice Magic' by Fritz Leiber ***signed by its author***.
A copy of `The Broken Sword' by Poul Anderson (the forerunner of Lord of The Rings?) ***signed by its author***
Write a poem (no longer than 14 lines)entitled 'Nemonymity'.
The one I like best before 29 February 2004 will win both those books. And who else knows what as consolations.
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Katie McGinnis
| | Posted on Saturday, February 14, 2004 - 02:26 pm: | |
"Curse of the Vampire"
Her head sweeps above the waves of blood and perspiration,
Two eyes staring deep into the eyes of pure admiration.
A grin spreads over her face as she is overcome with lust.
The lioness stalks her own stygian Himalayas.
Two fangs glow in mid night,
Two shadows of vice pierce the moonlight sky.
The bite sinks in on tender flesh,
The elixer of life seeps out, warm and fresh.
Her lips caress the wound inflict,
A moan of joy seeps through her lips.
The last bit of life drains from his face,
The boy that soon will have no further name.
A bloody wrist pushed two his face,
A macabre thought of will to live seals his fate.
Lips wrap around, and he himself draws in.
His body turns to lliving hell with no known end.
Eternal life, eternal night...
Again another being never to see the sunrise.
Another pauper enters the mysterious night.
An eternal battle he is to from now on fight.
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des
| | Posted on Sunday, February 15, 2004 - 12:40 am: | |
Enjoyed the poem, Katie, but it does not seem to fit the poem competition rules above. Thanks for taking the trouble, though. I'll keep you in mind for a consolation prize, if you can tell me how to contact you by writing to me at nemonymous@hotmail.com
best, des |
C.L. Carnley
| | Posted on Monday, February 16, 2004 - 10:13 pm: | |
NEMONYMITY
edge of nothing
cloaked pledge caged
shrouded substance
verge of something
unfeigned yet vague
in purpose strange
as magi or sage |
des
| | Posted on Tuesday, February 24, 2004 - 01:58 pm: | |
Signed 'Broken Sword' to be won - see above. Last few days. |
Roxy Hartless
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 25, 2004 - 03:49 am: | |
Nemonymous (No, Man)
Bounce back from the glitter tan,
Stage side I was Ziggy's man:
Found some rough
Drank some stuff
And dreamt myself in the future.
Woken on crushed-up babies,
The island sunk with rabies:
Rayed some gun
Drooged some one
And lost my name in the future -
In the morning, voices pause
And play with grey gull-wing doors:
Gone now the numbing ear-glow -
A driver sighs: No, man, no.
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Roxy Hartless
| | Posted on Wednesday, February 25, 2004 - 04:22 am: | |
Sorry, kids: a slight change of title to fall in with competition rules. Luv Rox xx
NEMONYMITY (No, Man)
Bounce back from the glitter tan,
Stage side I was Ziggy's man:
Found some rough
Drank some stuff
And dreamt myself in the future.
Woken on crushed-up babies,
The island sunk with rabies:
Rayed some gun
Drooged some one
And lost my name in the future -
In the morning, voices pause
And play with grey gull-wing doors:
Gone now the numbing ear-glow -
A driver sighs: No, man, no.
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des
| | Posted on Monday, March 01, 2004 - 09:28 am: | |
I declare that the time limit on this competition has now expired. Thanks for all the great poems -and indeed, with no exagerration, some of the poems above are truly wonderful and possibly the best poems I've ever read. Must have been the inspiration of the word 'Nemonymity'. I shall return here with the result as soon as possible. Meanwhile if you have any queries on this competition, please contact me here:
bfitzworth@yahoo.co.uk
des |
des
| | Posted on Tuesday, March 02, 2004 - 06:36 am: | |
'NEMONYMITY' PRIZES
I hold by everything I said yesterday - and I think these things even more today, having read the poems again last night - and again today. Something special was happening here, I'm sure. Awestruck am I.
There is no question in my mind that the best poem, for my taste, is the one on February 7 by Lucy A E Ward (the author of 'Otterwise' in Nemo~3). So she wins the prize of the two signed books.
Everyone who wrote a poem on this thread is eligible to contact me and I will send them a free copy of any past issue of Nemonymous or some obscure Small Press magazine from the past or something else that they may request, e.g. a copy of the paperback book of stories by myself and my father called ONLY CONNECT. My address is: bfitzworth@yahoo.co.uk
And please feel free to post again on this thread. And comments from anyone else would be welcome, too.
These poems above deserve to be and will be published somewhere. I retain an open mind for future issues of Nemonymous after issue~4 -- but it would do the cause of Nemonymity no end of good if they were published in various places elsewhere. When writing to me about your prize, please let me know what you intend to do with your poem.
Thanks again, everyone. I've been thrilled by this competition.
des
PS: Did everyone spot the multi-acrostics in Ben Eavey's poem on 26 Jan?
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Lucy A.E. Ward
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 03, 2004 - 01:57 am: | |
Wow. I was literally stunned when I read the result - didn't think I'd stand a chance as the quality here was so high. This was an excellent competition that I am very pleased to have taken part in. Thanks to all the writers here for lifting my spirits with their work - I genuinely mean that. Poetry is so often overlooked or dismissed by readers and critics in their scrum to reach the fiction in magazines, but I truly love it and I thank you for giving me these wonderful verses to read. |
Roxy Hartless
| | Posted on Friday, March 05, 2004 - 12:29 pm: | |
Agreed, Des and Lucy. I've really enjoyed reading these poems. In fact, simply getting so caught up in them inspired me to contribute - my first poem for many years. And it shows ;-)Am well pleased with your success, Lucy. I especially loved the rythm:"of memory, there"My personal favourites were by Joel Lane and Alex Stone. They both possessed that still small voice, the glass dropped in the vastness of the cathedral, if you will... Alex's especially had an unnerving precision.Really excellent work - and thank you so much for your inspiration, Des.Tim Nickels xP.S. And Roxy says "Thanks for having me, kids..." I couldn't resist falling into the Nemonymous spirit, albeit briefly ;-) |
des
| | Posted on Friday, March 05, 2004 - 01:08 pm: | |
Thanks, Tim! Didn't know Roxy was you! Glad you agree with the assessment that we had some really great poems here (including yours).
Don't forget everyone, what I said above:
"Everyone who wrote a poem on this thread is eligible to contact me and I will send them a free copy of any past issue of Nemonymous or some obscure Small Press magazine from the past or something else that they may request, e.g. a copy of the paperback book of stories by myself and my father called ONLY CONNECT. My address is: bfitzworth@yahoo.co.uk
...When writing to me about your prize, please let me know what you intend to do with your poem."
des
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Dflewis
| | Posted on Friday, April 06, 2007 - 12:18 pm: | |
I had reason to return to this 2004 thread today - containing poems, as it does, original to this thread. Any news on whether any of these poems have since been published elsewhere? They deserve it!
If you write another poem entitled 'Nemonymity' here, I shall choose the best three in due course, for more prizes. |
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