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Jubilant Japanese June (JJJ) Are you in or out? 

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6 deviants said I might try one thing...
29%
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4 deviants said YAY! :squee: So in!
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  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Stronger - Kelly Clarkson
  • Reading: Awesome poetry
  • Watching: Life kicking ass :D
  • Playing: With Your Mindset
June 1st is a pivotal day for me with my group #ProjectDFC starting to transition from May Mixup Madness (MMM) to Jubilant Japanese June (JJJ), our newest in a series of challenges and contests set up to make you cry and laugh with both frustration and excitement!

Ok!

Jubilant Japanese June is essentially a celebration of the beauty of Japanese poetry and all that it brings us. There are many forms created and cherished by the Japanese culture and I believe that we should explore them all. This month. RIGHT NOW :O.

There are three challenges this June.

The first is merely to complete at least one of the following forms:


:bulletpurple: :peace: Choka

A choka literally means 'long poem' and features alternating syllabic lines of 5 and 7 where the last two lines are both 7. The minimum amount of lines is seven and this form allows for infinite amounts of lines. The minimum (7 lines) sequence is: 5 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 7

Example Choka by *kiwi-damnation

Her breath, a soft breeze,
A spirit of peace, tranquil,
Still and silently,
A small touch enveloping,
The world of closets
Fears amassed thus dissipate
Revealing worlds - her domain.



:bulletpurple: :peace: Dodoitsu

The Dodoitsu is a folk song form and it is primarily about love or humour. It features 4 lines of 7,7,7,5 syllables respectively.

DFC Day 6 Dodoitsu by ~MaiSala

Music softens hardened hearts;
emotions run swiftly through
the soul, uplifted by joy
and deepest sorrow.


:bulletpurple: :peace: Haiku

A haiku is a Japanese style of poetry that has 3 lines with syllabic counts 5, 7,5 and are usually seasonal or about nature.

Below is an example about winter.

<a title="Haiku awesomeness" href=" [link]
m/art/White-Winter-107577004
"> White Winter by ~Deathscythe1991

Ice smothers the earth,
purifying the landscape,
white flakes of the sky.


:bulletpurple: :peace: Sedoka

The Sedoka centres around the idea of Questions and Answers. The syllabic count is that of haiku (5,7,5) and there are 6 lines, 3 in each stanza. The content can be of any theme but one must question or mention something in the first, and then either contradict or answer in the second. It's all about leaving you guessing and making people think.

The Medal by *kiwi-damnation

What is a struggle?
But an old tarnished medal,
Of times that are past.

Yet though they have passed,
Who would you be without them?
Life would mean nothing


:bulletpurple: :peace: Senryu

This form is quite similar to the haiku. The main difference is thesubject matter. A senryu is written about human nature and the human world in general whereas haikus refer to nature and are completely removed from the human experience. Classically, the senryu features 3 lines of 5,7,5 syllables respectively.

<a title="Senryu awesomeness" href=" [link]
"> Pathetique by *Parsat

love's third movement plays
memories in c minor
Pathétique romance


:bulletpurple: :peace: Tanka

The tanka is a form meaning 'short poem' and it is made up of five lines with the syllabic count 5-7-5-7-7. They are usually written with great emotional depth.

<a title="Tanka awesomeness" href="[link]
"> DFC: The Dance by ~Lacklusterious

The lovers entombed
Waltz over the earthbound stars
There shines most graceful
The absence of warmth one finds
In the land of the living.



:bulletblue: The second challenge is a Mondo challenge. This is separate as the Mondo, whilst similar to the Sedoka, has to be written by two different authors. It features 2 stanzas of katuata (5,7,5) with the first asking a question and the second answering it. Pick a partner and create!

Example (^NicSwaner and =TwilightPoetess)

'When are dandelions in
focus if not on
the blur of the wind?

When the sunlight—breaking free—
falls on the dandelions
growing around your heart'.


(taken from <a title="Mondo Grove" href=" [link]
">this journal )


:bulletgreen: The third challenge  of Jubilant Japanese June is a dA-wide Renga challenge . I will gather a list of people who would like to participate and we each write a small piece of one large continuous Japanese poem.

The renga means 'linked poem' and it comprises of little links written by different authors. It features alternating syllabic line counts of 5-7-5 (hokku) and 7-7. The 3-line stanza is an idea to be explored and the 2-line stanza succeeding starts a new thought but is somewhat linked to the stanza before it.

It is an amazing journey of writing and I think it would bring a lot of joy to us all to at least create a 20 stanza renga. If more people want to join in, I will open it up to being larger. Please note #ProjectDFC if you want to participate.

1. *kiwi-damnation
2. ~Lacklusterious
3. ~MadPrinceFeanor
4. ~reflectionsinwater
5. ^neurotype
6. ~silvernium
7. ~ThomasInTheClouds
8. *Parsat
9. *ninquetari
10. ~YalMoon
11. ~Selimeia
12. =TwilightPoetess
13. =Sammur-amat
14. ~MysticKenji
15. `MagicalJoey
16. ~therootcellar
17. =DrippingWords
18. *TheDorsai
19. *LaBruyere
20. *parchmentgirl
21. *bloodawni
22.
23.
24.
25.


:bulletpink: JJJ runs from June 1st 12am GMT to July 1st 12am GMT.

:bulletpink: We request that you do send us a note of any entries you create so that we can put them in our super special folder :D. That way, you can be part of a group creating rather than a solo artist.  

:bulletpink: Submit your part of the renga (once it begins) by note to #ProjectDFC. It will be placed in this journal as it progresses.

:bulletpink: With the Mondo challenge, both authors please submit it as a piece to our folder for equal and fair credit.

There are no prizes, just a fun little challenge to complete. I hope you get on board because there is nothing like working with a form to both inspire and incense you.


Renga

Will you lie with me?
Clasp my hand; let bitterness                          *kiwi-damnation
die with yesterday

While our skin catches the sun,                        ~Lacklusterious
I am caught within your eyes.

Like the butterfly
trapped within a net, I lie                                ~MadPrinceFeanor
tangled in your hair

a Van Gogh rolling meadow,                             ~reflectionsinwater
Radiantly swirling my heart.

darkness creeps into
the edges of your brushstrokes,                       ^neurotype
clumps of stars go out

you tell me stories of time,                               ~silvernium
a re-birth of each moment.

Now moonlight glistens
atop you. Honeycombed words                        ~ThomasInTheClouds
drip from your soft lips.

The inkwell's deep. Down we plunge                 *Parsat
Through viscous charcoal secrets

Time is measured by
silence between destructive,                            *ninquetari
sacred memories

Out of them we fall in white,
Star-tunes written on our souls                         ~YalMoon

Up in the night sky
Sweet melody memories                                ~Selimeia
That keep us alive


Constellations lighting up                                =TwilightPoetess
like beacons leading to you

Andromeda's tears
pour into your heart-shaped palms                  =Sammur-amat
and the oil-slicked streets

 

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Hey guys! I'm Sam a.k.a kiwi-damnation.

I am a massage therapist by day and artist by night. I love to create in many different ways and especially enjoy the incredible world of fixed form poetry. I run a group #ProjectDFC devoted to preserving the art of fixed form poetry and bringing you all along for the ride.

Seriously though, I love dA and all it represents and I look forward to reading/gazing upon all of your art. You all amaze me. Thank you for the privilege of sharing this journey with you.
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May Mixup Madness results!



So I have finally completed the judging for May Mixup Madness (MMM). The competition was fierce with some incredible pieces being created. I want to not just announce the winners but also explain why they placed where they did and thank each and every one of you for taking the time to enter and be a part of this journey with me.

There were 10 entries submitted for the contest portion of things and these are:

Another WeekendIn the fog of perpetual dawn
we drift alone in semi-conscious days;
We change like lights on a busy street,
winding through this lonely journey,
the last in a long line.

Lit by a fading sun,
love’s enormous wings fly down
in the glory of pink communal skies,
But our hearts burn like damp matches
in the fading light of wintertime.
When All Our Hairs are GrayA cento sonnet
in honor of LaBruyere
and to my parents

I'll stand with you, imperfect and a mess,
With disregard for age and length of days.
As breezes play a chorus in my chest,
We understand the weight of gray-haired grace.
And I stand with you though all earth deride—
My trust is never late nor cheaply bought—
To enter silences you have supplied,
To worlds and thoughts best left forgot.
You spend your days beside me without cease,
Such staggering minutiae fill your hand.
In arms which gave me peace,
Yours is the will I wish You would command.
The world is full of words we speak in love
That hold me when it's you I'm thinking of.
sleeping with your body so carelesslysnatched between mornings,
I wanted
a breath --

dreaming of sailboats
with your bourbon kisses,
morning dew and tears
and I swallowed, turned
with hands that drop
clothes over our heads and crushing
today and tomorrow
like a bird - it happens.

good times
dry with the taste of morning sickness
of myself, of all the things that your fingers were
yelling blue murder
of sex and infinity that sprung from the flowers.

it's been a long time.
The Guardian Wraith of Starlit SmokeOur sitting here by lantern-light together                
In the thick of a teeming snowfall;
The final golden glow,
Against the ancient sovereignty of night,
Like the last petal off a flower.                        

It is turning three hundred years
He never let the lantern drop.
The illimitable dark and cold and storm,
Whose work is to find out God;
And when they came it seemed with a will  
To carry me with them to death.                                                
                                 

What comes over a man, is it soul or mind-
(The Devil enters like a sapphire wasp)
Twixt what to love and what to hate              
Stunted, he was birthed in ashesYou pick daises and make chains
into the gaps between our fingers:

for a moment each leaf is a phoenix

we are blinked away like
aplogetic blood and rattling bones
the hollow throb that strums your ribs,
the waves that kissed our feet
my fingers cradle your wrist--

honey, if you're offering to take me 'round the world
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive
and sketched along my spine--
realise that I'm here.

I don't want to be a tree
because there are ghost finger manacles--
he could still die.
ApartI wish there was another way out for you
((These lies are leading me astray; it's too much for me to stay))
And if you go I don't need those little things
((Like a widow's heart, we fall apart, but never fade away)).
Killing Us SlowlyYou lost your voice one day.
Poised on tiptoes, a
good night’s sleep bleeds
like melting icicles.

Let’s get lost in a photo booth,
your clockwork appendages
clinking like an abacus.
Again.

You exist in the
morning rain, thunder;
looking for the thumbprint
to his blue eyes.

Your fingers are scythes,
bygone photographs;
they gently take your life
like rice grains at a wedding.
Clarity"Come. You be a gear right here,"
she dares and she is tempting. I admit,
enclosed worlds don't appeal to me.
I am embers on the highway.
I'll forge myself into something greater.
The harvest suits me not, so forth I'll go;
judge me not.

Show me how the sun rises.
Even in the dead of winter,
I am scorched like the Earth from the inside-out.
The heat of this nameless, godless desert is trapped within my wounds.

Follow the shuffling feet,
the bloodied shapes
like patchwork hope sewn together from someone else's sacrifice.
Unmistakable, undeniable, guilty;
but the answer will have escaped you.
With the perfect clarity of ragged eyes
all become

A Game of Cat and MouseWe made our beds to lie in them proud, proud of our great mistakes
I'll follow your every move in a stride that wills disguise 
and now it's all down hill from here 
Body separating, ascend and release, This tragedy is all my fault.
So let's hang us a hangman, we'll bury our burdens in blood
In all, we all, are truly afraid
The end is now starting...oh, so please just take your seat.
You’re too old enough to cry your sorry eyes out over the world
The absolute martyr, etching into me
Victims pay the price eventually
With every waking breath, Until you decide to wake up.
Hardened in hell through its fires; Be brutally honest, was it better before me?
In the seventh turning hour, will the victims shadow fall?
Oh you wear your facade so well, covered up in a plastic shell 
You weren't worth what I thought of you.
In our sleep there's more to this nightmare
My guess, I'm missing o
Set Yourself Free"To lose control is to be finally free."
How could something so right turn out so wrong?

It's been years since our luck ran out and left us here.
My bones all resonate a burning lullaby.
This world is too much noise.
I long for the moment our silence is broken.

Feet sometimes on solid ground, sometimes at the edge,
I'm standing on the rooftop, ready to fall.
All my fears, my insecurities, are falling like tears.
In that moment, I refused to close my eyes anymore.

Knees are weak; hands are shaking; I can't breathe.
Wait for me now, air's running out.
Make it stop!

I laugh this constant pain away,
But if to live we have to be numb, I'd rath


Please give all of these artists a round of applause :clap:. It isn't at all easy to write something meaningful with someone else's words. It's difficult, time-consuming and frustrating. But you all did it and created something that I hope you are proud of.

But I digress.

The winners of May Mixup Madness this year are:

1st: When All Our Hairs Are Gray by *Parsat

When All Our Hairs are GrayA cento sonnet
in honor of LaBruyere
and to my parents

I'll stand with you, imperfect and a mess,
With disregard for age and length of days.
As breezes play a chorus in my chest,
We understand the weight of gray-haired grace.
And I stand with you though all earth deride—
My trust is never late nor cheaply bought—
To enter silences you have supplied,
To worlds and thoughts best left forgot.
You spend your days beside me without cease,
Such staggering minutiae fill your hand.
In arms which gave me peace,
Yours is the will I wish You would command.
The world is full of words we speak in love
That hold me when it's you I'm thinking of.


This poem touched me deeply. I don't judge solely on emotion but on language and skill involved as well. *Parsat, you not only created a piece rich with emotional depth but did so in pentameter and in sonnet form! THAT I must say is a phenomenal feat. This was beautiful and brilliantly executed. You deserve to win this competition.

2nd: The Guardian Wraith of Starlit Smoke by *Blacksand459

The Guardian Wraith of Starlit SmokeOur sitting here by lantern-light together                
In the thick of a teeming snowfall;
The final golden glow,
Against the ancient sovereignty of night,
Like the last petal off a flower.                        

It is turning three hundred years
He never let the lantern drop.
The illimitable dark and cold and storm,
Whose work is to find out God;
And when they came it seemed with a will  
To carry me with them to death.                                                
                                 

What comes over a man, is it soul or mind-
(The Devil enters like a sapphire wasp)
Twixt what to love and what to hate              


This piece boggled my mind. You took the mixup idea and went one step further and did not a centone as you advertised but a semi-cento. A cento itself is a 100 line poem taken from poets and a semi-cento is a 50 line one. You did this with precision and skill and it was truly remarkable. Thank you for the opportunity to read this piece.

3rd: I could not choose only one. I was torn and conflicted and sat at my screen for hours flicking between the two. I've decided that you both deserve shared third place. In no particular order, I present the two third place winners of MMM.

Stunted, he was birthed in ashes by *bloodawni

Stunted, he was birthed in ashesYou pick daises and make chains
into the gaps between our fingers:

for a moment each leaf is a phoenix

we are blinked away like
aplogetic blood and rattling bones
the hollow throb that strums your ribs,
the waves that kissed our feet
my fingers cradle your wrist--

honey, if you're offering to take me 'round the world
with Narnia tucked behind the beehive
and sketched along my spine--
realise that I'm here.

I don't want to be a tree
because there are ghost finger manacles--
he could still die.


That first stanza just grabbed me and I couldn't look away. I sat here captivated by this piece. I think I may have to watch you.

Killing Us Slowly by =DrippingWords

Killing Us SlowlyYou lost your voice one day.
Poised on tiptoes, a
good night’s sleep bleeds
like melting icicles.

Let’s get lost in a photo booth,
your clockwork appendages
clinking like an abacus.
Again.

You exist in the
morning rain, thunder;
looking for the thumbprint
to his blue eyes.

Your fingers are scythes,
bygone photographs;
they gently take your life
like rice grains at a wedding.


The imagery in this piece is really gripping. I felt and saw everything so vividly that it floored me a bit. An incredible job, thank you :).


So you will each receive your prizes in the next two days (pay doesn't come through just yet) and I hope you enjoyed this experience. I surely enjoyed bearing witness to it all.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you all.

Love Sammy a.k.a *kiwi-damnation



May Mixup Madness follows a similar structure to the cento poetic form in that you choose ONE musician or poet and use lines from various pieces of theirs. You can't use more than one line from each piece so if you're creating an 8 line, 2 stanza poem, you will need 8 different songs or poems to draw from. Once you have your musician/band/poet and your chosen lines, all you have to do is stitch them together to create something new and amazing!

Choose it, Find it, Stitch it!

1.Choose ONE poet/musician.
2.Find ONE line per piece of their work from as many pieces as you like.
3.Stitch it together!


Stipulations

:bulletblue: Please note us with your pieces so we can collect them in this folder.
:bulletblue: In your artist's comments, please link this blog and mention the artist you used and the songs/pieces in order.
:bulletblue: If you would like to enter the contest to potentially win a sub, you can only enter ONE piece. Choose your favourite one and note us with this entry and we will include it to be judged. All of your entries can be entered into the folder though.
:bulletblue: Have an incredible time creating something totally different.

EXAMPLES

Twenty-FiveYou’re something that never should have happened.

Didn’t we meet in the night in my sleep somewhere?
When you sleep and you dream and there’s no-one there,
You don’t wanna know what’s running through my mind…

No more Mr. Nice Guy!
And I know trouble is brewin’ out there,
Your own private pain.
My sins cut deeper than the teeth on a saw
(Don’t tell your preacher) –

I’m so scared your little head will come off in my hands:
Your kingdom’s like your body; it dies and goes to hell.
I’ve got a never-ending battle inside
And I’m trapped inside a night without a day.

(somet
Trapped in the MemoryI want to be in another place,
It doesn't matter how hard I try,
I don't know what's worth fighting for,
It's all too much to take in,
My walls are closing in.

Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe…

Something has been taken from deep inside of me,
I can't feel the way I did before,
It’s like nothing I can do can distract me,
The darkness holding me tightly,
All I ever think about is this.

There's no escape…

Life’s harder everyday,
Feel it in your chest,
Making your heart stop,
I can not explain to you anything I say or do,
All I've got is what you didn't take.

You wouldn't even recognize me anymo


:new: PRIZES :new:

1st: One Year Sub
2nd: 6 Month Sub
3rd: 3 Month Sub

This challenge runs from May 1st 12am GMT to June 1st GMT. I look forward to seeing your entries.

So consult your iPods or your poetry collections and find your muse. It's about to get awesome up in here.



[ I know that this stamp says 2009 but who cares? =MistRaven is the shiznit ]

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Thank you so much for the watch! :heart:
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You're so welcome :). I couldn't not fave it :P.
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The pleasure is entirely mine :).
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