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WINTER 2007
Interactive Poetry Project
MERRIFIELD

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| Karla Linn Merrifield - 2007 |
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Eve Anthony Hanninen: Did you feel constricted by the form, pattern or format of your project requirements, or did you
find it stimulating, provoking?
Karla Linn Merrifield: To take up this challenge, I chose the option that required me to write three different endings
about a single destination. But how? After days of thinking, it came to me: I'd invent three characters. Some readers
will follow the tale of a creationist run amok, others that of a tortoise-reared wild-child, and others that of a scientist
who falls in love with her subjects. How liberating! The hardest part was slogging through 75+ pages of background on creationism,
a topic fairly unfamiliar to me and a repugnant one for a Darwinian-like naturalist.
EAH: Do you feel collaboration is an effective method for stimulating growth in students? And do you personally enjoy collaboration
with other writers?
KLM: As someone who teaches writing to college freshmen, I've tried various peer-group exercises that get students working
together. These sessions are quite animated and productive for my young writers. They've taught me that collaboration has
surprising dividends, making me a believer. Since, I've collaborated with several poet-friends; one is now writing a renga
with me. I've collaborated with poet-photographers and am working on a project with an artist for an artworks-poetwords exhibit.
Also, I took The Centrifugal Eye challenge to test another variation on collaboration that I could include in a talk
about poetic collaboration that I'm giving to a local poets organization in May. Indeed, collaboration stretches the imagination
and dares us to try new approaches, styles, voices. It's a trip!
Karla Linn Merrifield holds a Master's of Arts in Creative Writing from State University of New York College at Brockport,
(Brockport, NY). She has had poetry published in publications such as CALYX; The Kerf; Redactions, Texas Poetry Journal;
Bluelines; Earth's Daughters; Negative Capability; Paper Street; as well as in many anthologies, including Doorways:
Families, Friends and Survivors of September 11th Reflect on Living with Loss and Beyond Katrina. In fall 2004,
FootHills Publishing published Midst, a collection of her nature poems and in April '06 issued THE DIRE ELEGIES:
59 Poets on Endangered Species of North America, a poetry anthology that she edited. A new book, Godwit: Poems of
Canada, will be published by FootHills in September 2007. She teaches writing at SUNY Brockport and is poetry editor
to Sea Stories, the new literary-artistic journal of Blue Ocean Institute.
Contact Karla
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I Dream of Darwin
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Attention, time traveler,
You have been naturally selected
for this original voyage.
Recline your seat into a primal
position: mutable,
unstable as any other species.
Unfasten your seatbelt of restraining
piety. Prepare to meet thy remaking
with blue-footed boobies alongside.
1 Catapulting toward flightless cormorants
"'Cause that's the way
God made them, dammit all!"
2 Convene with pink flamingos
"Is this for real, mommy?"
3 The ability to submit to tortoises
"More properly called
Geochone elephantopus."
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| Karla Linn Merrifield - 2007 |

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My breath is a passport of admission; my blood,
warm as it is, pulses into December; my heart
plunges into the confluence of five wild currents.
I fly me to the Equator off Ecuador, one of the last
six billion of the Hominidae, catapulting toward
flightless cormorants, readying to land.
I prepare also to get down
on all my fours with marine lizards, and slip
into Earth's embryonic waters, rebirthed.
Now I lay me down upon volcanic rock,
lash-licked by Pacific waves, in the crucible,
sun- and salt-bathed among sea lions.
I get me to that fabled archipelago
of isolations for finches to convene with
pink flamingos in hidden lagoons.
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My breath is a passport of admission; my blood,
warm as it is, pulses into December; my heart
plunges into the confluence of five wild currents.
I fly me to the Equator off Ecuador, one of the last
six billion of the Hominidae, catapulting toward
flightless cormorants, readying to land.
I prepare also to get down
on all my fours with marine lizards, and slip
into Earth's embryonic waters, rebirthed.
Now I lay me down upon volcanic rock,
lash-licked by Pacific waves, in the crucible,
sun- and salt-bathed among sea lions and seals.
I get me to that fabled archipelago
of isolations for finches to convene with
pink flamingos in hidden lagoons.
Because I am one Homo sapiens sapiens,
I have the capacity to learn new languages;
I know galápago means turtle, like mother to all.
A female, I acquire the ability to submit
to tortoises, choose the eldest male specimen.
With him, I come out of my shell.
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| Karla Linn Merrifield - 2007 |
(Blue-footed Booby photographed by Karla Linn Merrifield, 2007; Blue-footed chorus lines designed by E. A. Hanninen.)
Contemporary Poetry With An Eye Towards Resistance
Copr. 2007-08 The Centrifugal Eye - Collected Works - All Rights Reserved.
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