THE ELITE EIGHT!! POETRY MARCH MADNESS ’19

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Scarriet came into existence in September of 2009, quite by accident—from a silly quarrel with Blog Harriet, the Poetry Foundation site.

As we approach Scarriet’s 10th anniversary—after nearly one original post per day, and a million visits—we offer thanks to everyone who has ever looked at Scarriet—or contributed in some way to its pages.

Scarriet’s Poetry March Madness began in 2010.

Congratulations to the poets who have made it to 2019 Sweet Sixteen!

BOLD bracket

Diane Lockward “The wife and the dog planned their escape.”
Aseem Sundan “How do I make the paper turn blood red? How do I make everyone read it?”
Eliana Vanessa “I’d rather be outside, with him,/turning stones in the rain,/than here,/listening to the hum/of so many skulls, alone.”
Daipayan Nair “I run, run, run and run/Still I don’t reach my birth/I don’t cross my death”

MYSTERIOUS bracket

Jennifer Barber “Sure, it was a dream, but even so/you put down the phone so soundlessly”
Merryn Juliette “grey as I am”
Michelina Di Martino “Let us make love. Where are we?”
Kushal Poddar “Call its name around/with the bowl held in my cooling hand./I can see myself doing this. All Winter. All Summer.”

LIFE bracket

William Logan “’I’ve never thought of you that way, I guess.’”/She touched me then with the ghost of a caress.”
Alec Solomita “All of the sky is silent/Even the jet shining/like a dime way up high”
Divya Guha “The shaver missing, your greedy laptop: gone too, hiding you.”
N Ravi Shankar “You are nude, sweet mother,/so am I/as the bamboos creak a lullaby”

BEAUTIFUL bracket

Mary Angela Douglas “one candle grown lilac in a perpetual spring”
Medha Singh “you’ve/remembered how the winter went/as it went on”
Jennifer Robertson “ocean after ocean after ocean”
Sushmita Gupta “Everything hurts,/Even that/Which seems like love.”

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AND NOW…

Reaching the Elite Eight!!

Daipayan Nair defeats Diane Lockward.  The wife and dog are finally caught! The winner’s line was a little more thrilling.
Eliana Vanessa defeats Aseem Sundan. The “hum of so many skulls, alone” was finally too much for the blood red paper.

Jennifer Barber defeats Kushal Poddar. “All Summer” was not quite enough to vanquish “even so you put down the phone so soundlessly.”
Michelina Di Martino defeats Merryn Juliette. “Let us make love. Where are we?” is a poem in itself.  We hate to see “grey as I am” go.

N Ravi Shankar defeats William Logan. The nude mother overcomes the “ghost of a caress.”
Divya Guha defeats Alec Solomita.  The jet like a dime way up high is so delightful, but “greedy laptop: gone too, hiding you” is victorious.

Sushmita Gupta defeats Mary Angela Douglas.  How can one of these perfections lose?  The mortal eye will have to accept this decision.
Medha Singh defeats Jennifer Robertson.  The oceans surrender to the winter.

Congratulations to the surviving poets!

 

7 Comments

  1. March 28, 2019 at 2:44 pm

    Miss Douglas lost to Gupta? No way!

    • thomasbrady said,

      March 28, 2019 at 9:37 pm

      It did get rough in the paint…but the refs let them play! Some say there should have been more calls…

    • Mary Angela Douglas said,

      March 29, 2019 at 1:43 pm

      Thank you, but “way’. Miss Gupta’s line is the exact heartache, intersection of personal and universal suffering. My line is a lilac branch. The lilac branch bows to Miss Gupta’s line of human (and also, I believe, also Divine heartache). In the words of Walt Whitman I bring her my small sprig of lilac broken off of the ideal of Hope itself..And I rejoice that she won. I hope she wins the whole thing.But I also hope that the day will come when we all live, especially the poets and Poetry itself ‘in perpetual spring.”. And all the poets herein represented. Very happy I am to learn of all these incredible poets and each of their lines with depth of feeling and music. Honored among the apple orchards it is to read even their single lines.

      • Mary Angela Douglas said,

        March 29, 2019 at 1:54 pm

        Oops.Well I was fuzzily remembering Dylan Thomas beautiful poem Fern Hill and in that stat kind of conflated his apple references but maybe it’s ok because I come from a state that has the apple blossom as a state flower (Arkansas). Fern Hill. One of the most beautiful poems in English ever. Love that poem. I could vaguely remember its lines forever. In a perpetual spring.

        • Mary Angela Douglas said,

          March 29, 2019 at 1:55 pm

          state not stat. What has Scarriet to do with stats.

  2. noochinator said,

    March 29, 2019 at 10:28 am

    Here’s a musical interlude from Ween to cool the passions:


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