Burning Man 2011 Theme “Rites of Passage,” 2010 Art & 3:15 Experiment Poetry

Most Mondays I post poetry. Since it’s August, and it’s 3:15 Experiment time, I thought I’d post something from last year’s 3:15 Experiment  (illustrated with photos by Shane Butler from last year’s Festival in Black Rock City) which ties in with this year’s Burning Man theme of “Rites of Passage:”

Our theme this year invites participants to join with others in creating rites of passage. The content of these rites may be as various as life itself. Whether such performances are ludicrous or solemn, their aim is to remove us from the context and the cares of daily life, confront us with our vital need to be, and then return us to the fellowship of a society.

Read more about this year’s Burning Man art projects which received honorarium.

Writing at 3:15am is a ritual certainly, one that seeks to take you out of the context of normal writing and normal experience.

The poem that follows can be found in my 3:15 experiment poetry collection Middle of the Night Poems from Daughter to Mother :: Mother to Son, now available from en theos press in print or ebook; it’s also at Amazon.com, and in stores including The Best of VC Marketplace in Santa Paula. Middle of the Night traces my journey  from being a daughter to becoming a mother to losing my mother from the perspective of poems written at 3:15am in August from 2002-2010 as part of the international 3:15am poetry writing experiment. Read more sample poems.  Read a review of Middle of the Night Poems by Robert Peake. Read a review of Middle of the Night Poems by Danika Dinsmore.

Another ritual at Burning Man is gifting and I’ll be gifting copies of my poems and chapbooks out there.

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Poetry from the 3:15 Experiment 2010
Sunday August 29, 2010 3:15am (home)

It passes, time does. A day. A week. A month. We get through time. We get by. We go to bed in fog. And wake to sun. We go to bed with stars. We wake to a damp world. We go to church or brunch swimming lessons and bike rides The cat gets fed the plants watered the bills paid. Alarms go off. And words get scribbled. Dirty clothes & dishes pile up eventually get washed. Ev … Read More

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