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<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n<\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>This is a poem about the making of a poem. In January I\u2019d signed up for the ccMixter Leap of The Heart secret mixing project before realizing that I\u2019d be travelling in the far north of Japan. I got the secret artist sent to me while I was in a blizzard (luckily, inside a hotel which had internet in the lobby.) The following day I mixed <a href=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=1134\">Transcending Silence<\/a> on my MacBook during a whole-day coach trip heading west. When I\u2019d finished the remix I reflected on the entire bizarre experience and wrote a poem about it.<\/p>\n<p>The music I chose is a sample by <a href=\"http:\/\/ccmixter.org\/people\/colab\/profile\">colab<\/a> of Toronto simply called <em>piano 3\/4<\/em>. Looped, I find it hypnotic and achingly sad yet beautiful.<\/p>\n<p><strong>meta poem<\/strong><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>i have been to the north-eastern coast of hokkaido in winter going-with-the-floe in an ice-breaker-for-tourists and now we spend hours crossing back across the width of japan to sapporo. I spend elastic hours gazing at a pure-white landscape, the farmhouses and barns snowed in, the fir forests dabbed like plaster-of-paris\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 scenes i\u2019ve previously seen only on christmas cards.<\/p>\n<p>and in between i am mixing on my laptop.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>mixing my own previously-recorded voice reciting a poem i wrote years earlier about my father when he was still alive. blending it with some beautiful piano by dokashiteru and the slightly-raspy singing voice of hektor thillet. and i\u2019ve never met these people but their music and my words are now embroidered into my poem, a constantly changing whitelinen landscape and my own emotions<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>and i am simultaneously still in that nursing hospital and inside the piano and hektor\u2019s mouth and that minimal landscape has become a metaphor for life and death and i don\u2019t know whether the scenery is a video-clip made for the poem or the pressure-changes in my headphones are the soundtrack for life playing out before my eyes but i am existing in all times, all places yet there is no past or future. Just here \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 now.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 rob walker, 2012<\/p>\n<p>Meta poem was first published in Australia\u2019s Rabbit Poetry Journal (Issue #5, May 16, 2012.)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1449\" title=\"meta_poem2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2.jpg 1181w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> This is a poem about the making of a poem. In January I\u2019d signed up for the ccMixter Leap of The Heart secret mixing project before realizing that I\u2019d be travelling in the far … <a href=\"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=1438\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">→<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1438","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1438"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1469,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438\/revisions\/1469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
<\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>This is a poem about the making of a poem. In January I\u2019d signed up for the ccMixter Leap of The Heart secret mixing project before realizing that I\u2019d be travelling in the far north of Japan. I got the secret artist sent to me while I was in a blizzard (luckily, inside a hotel which had internet in the lobby.) The following day I mixed <a href=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=1134\">Transcending Silence<\/a> on my MacBook during a whole-day coach trip heading west. When I\u2019d finished the remix I reflected on the entire bizarre experience and wrote a poem about it.<\/p>\n<p>The music I chose is a sample by <a href=\"http:\/\/ccmixter.org\/people\/colab\/profile\">colab<\/a> of Toronto simply called <em>piano 3\/4<\/em>. Looped, I find it hypnotic and achingly sad yet beautiful.<\/p>\n<p><strong>meta poem<\/strong><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>i have been to the north-eastern coast of hokkaido in winter going-with-the-floe in an ice-breaker-for-tourists and now we spend hours crossing back across the width of japan to sapporo. I spend elastic hours gazing at a pure-white landscape, the farmhouses and barns snowed in, the fir forests dabbed like plaster-of-paris\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 scenes i\u2019ve previously seen only on christmas cards.<\/p>\n<p>and in between i am mixing on my laptop.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>mixing my own previously-recorded voice reciting a poem i wrote years earlier about my father when he was still alive. blending it with some beautiful piano by dokashiteru and the slightly-raspy singing voice of hektor thillet. and i\u2019ve never met these people but their music and my words are now embroidered into my poem, a constantly changing whitelinen landscape and my own emotions<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>and i am simultaneously still in that nursing hospital and inside the piano and hektor\u2019s mouth and that minimal landscape has become a metaphor for life and death and i don\u2019t know whether the scenery is a video-clip made for the poem or the pressure-changes in my headphones are the soundtrack for life playing out before my eyes but i am existing in all times, all places yet there is no past or future. Just here \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 now.<\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 rob walker, 2012<\/p>\n<p>Meta poem was first published in Australia\u2019s Rabbit Poetry Journal (Issue #5, May 16, 2012.)<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-1449\" title=\"meta_poem2\" src=\"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/meta_poem2.jpg 1181w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p> <\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p> This is a poem about the making of a poem. In January I\u2019d signed up for the ccMixter Leap of The Heart secret mixing project before realizing that I\u2019d be travelling in the far … <a href=\"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=1438\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">→<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1438","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1438"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1469,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1438\/revisions\/1469"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1438"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1438"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1438"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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