PWoF 2016 - Topic 01 - Sept. 22

[rayheinrich]

PWoF 2016 - Topic 01 - Sept. 22

Well, here it is!  The very first topic of PWoF 2016; and, hopefully, a worthy
successor in the long tradition of the PWoF's that have long graced this preeminent,
web-dominating force we call PigPen.

I want to thank, acknowledge, hug, praise, and beseech the gods to bless PWoF 2016's
Supreme Topic Czar lizziep and the other members of our Exalted Ministry of Topic
Culture: eric_never,  cvanshelton, and Quixilated for getting all these damn topics
thought up, rounded up, and punched in.  Bravo!

Our Exalted Ministry of Topic Culture has compiled a list of 134 topics for use in PWoF
and future endeavors. In addition to the traditional text topics; we have paintings,
photographs, excerpts from movies, classical and popular music, quotes, and (new to
many of you) word matrices.

How it's supposed to work:
Every night, about 15 minutes before 7 AM GMT, I'm going to go over to Random.Org's
Random Integer Generator and ask it to give me a number between 1 and 134.
The topic with that number on the list will be the topic for that day. That way, even
I won't know what the topic is going to be, so I can play along with almost as much
surprise as everyone else. (Though I will exercise a bit of control; if a topic comes
up that I think's too much like a previous one, I'll roll the dice again.)


But, before you begin, I urge you to center yourself, perhaps meditate, and let the
thought that your actions here could well affect the rest of your life dissolve into
the transcendental water of this universe.

So, after further ado, here it is:

Instructions:
You should attempt to write a poem inspired by this topic -- not a derivative, literal
interpretation of the topic.   Create a poem that reflects your own true self.

--> Since the officious rules of PWoF 2016 stipulate that you can submit more than
one poem; may I suggest, if the fit strikes you, that you include, after your major work,
a second poem consisting of a bit of transient doggerel, a limerick, or a trenchant
end-rhyming nonsense poem that somehow reflects the intention of this topic.

(And for anyone who's a bit uncertain about starting out here: Ignore my bullshite and
just string some words together (that's what everybody else is doing ).  

For your consideration:

You're a hamburger/hot-dog/french-fry/fish & chips... fast food of some sort*.

A few (of many) possible paths your poem might follow:  

        Your day or week or lifetime or birth or death (and by whose hand?).

        Love   Fear   Hates   Wants   Trials   Adventures

        Of what were you constructed? Who are the sorts that would eat you?

        Or: Aesthetics/Epistemology/Ethics/Metaphysics/Politics/Psychology/Religion




*This is one of lizziep's... the gods of random numbers have chosen well.