"Writing" Down the House
How about a little mid-week poetry to shake up your neurons? I wrote this poem in April for a contest sponsored by the Chronicle of Higher Education. The prompt was to write a poem based on/in response to/or just tangentially related to a poem by John Keats called "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer."
Hip Hop Homer:
After Keats’s “On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”
Yo, yo Homer. He’s a freakin’ home boy.
Never done much trippin’.
‘Cept when he was sippin’ MaiTais at the local.
Still, he ain’t no yokel.
Bounces in the realms of gold.
Shit. He got a boat load.
Make it shakin’ hip hop ‘bout his Mamma’s boyfriends.
New one’s from Tribeca. Think he know DiNero.
But he just a serial sponger from da projects.
Planet of the Scumbags. Someone gonna pop him.
Need to read some Keats, yo, ‘bout a guy named Chapman.
And his home boy, Homer, goin’ to da islands.
Fourteen lines of freedom. Skies full of eagles.
Many goodly states, yo. Can’t wait for dat season.