Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Yesterday, wife and I ran around doing some shopping and ate BBQ. Last night I watched the first Indy race of the season and worked on a word list in preparation for today. I'm going to take a bit of a break from the writing though to catch up on some chores, then come back to it.
Friday, March 28, 2008
If poetry month is all about us... the ones for whom a line from Dickinson will bring a twinkle to their eyes, who do not cringe at metaphor or run from personification, and actually get an uplifted feeling reading Plath; then what pray tell is the point? Is that not preaching to the choir?
No, Poetry Month is for the unenlightened. Therefore, it is our responsibility to make the most of the 30 days of April to bring poetry to the masses. Look at it like you have some communicable decease you are just dying to share with the world. You must expose everyone!
Ideas for poetry month!
- Insert short poems in note cards and stick them in your child's lunch box/bag before sending them off to school.
- Change your voicemail greeting to a short poem.
- Write a love poem to your spouse on the bathroom mirror with lipstick.... of if you are not that bold, tape it there on a sheet of paper.
- Keep a number of short poems on cards in your pocket and hand them to friends you run into throughout the day.
- Leave a poetry book in some public place to be read.
- Get drunk and call old friends at 3:00 a.m. and read them poems. ( Just kidding, I couldn't resist adding this)
- Insert poems on note cards with your bills before mailing them off.
- In the memo on your check suggest a good poem to read. ( example: Read "If You Forget Me" by Pablo Neruda.
- Add a short poem to your tag line or signature on your e-mail so everyone you communicate with gets that poem all month long.
- Write a poem on your sidewalk with chalk.
- Leave poems on note cards in books you return to the library.
- Read a poem aloud at dinner time.
- Post a favorite poem on the office bulletin board.
- Send a poem on a postcard to someone you owe a letter to. (remember snail mail?)
Once poetry month is over, it is just possible that you may have started a pandemic. Probably not, but at least you tried.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Amy King, Ron Silliman, and Jilly Dybka.
On another note..... China Resists Human Rights Link to Olympics
By Sam Beattie Beijing - 27 March 2008
China hosts its first-ever Olympic Games, in just five months. In Beijing, people are working hard to clean up the city and to get ready to host the world's most prestigious sporting event. The city has undergone enormous changes in the seven-year build-up to the event, but human rights activists say the government has failed to live up to some Olympic promises. Sam Beattie reports. Full Story
It's been my experience in the past tho find this practice a bit intimidating because you write for three or four days and look at what you have and it can be pretty unsettling if you are one who pushes yourself for perfection or as I tend to do, become that ugly critic of my own work. In spit of knowing at the onset that in most instances, for me to achieve a single poem I am happy with, I will besides the first draft, rewrite the thing many times over the course of weeks or months when I say I am writing a poem every day, I still want to feel that I've in fact written a poem that has some value.
I think for this purpose, I will establish another blog specifically for the NaPoWriMo poems. That way I can feel comfortable with the disclaimer that what is there, is both the good and the bad . Recognizing this is different from my normal writing process is important to me even if no one sees what I write. I will link the new site here for those who are brave enough to venture into these perhaps murky waters.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
My selections were:
- Of a Forgetful Sea by Kelli Russell Agodon
- Freedom From Speech by Terry Tempest Williams
- On A Photograph of a Severed Hand by Jim Shugrue
I was taken by the number of poets my own age who were anthologized in this book. I recall seeing a seventeen year old, s few 20's and 30 somethings, but it is amazing the number that are my age. Men and women who were part of the Vietnam generation. There are a lot of profoundly committed voices that experienced the tragedy of our misadventure in southeast Asia and continue to be guided by the wisdom they acquired through that experience. Unfortunately we were lead into Iraq by those who failed to learn from the mistakes made in the 1960's.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Light rains on stones
Moss hides in the northern shadows
A trickle of assembled wetness tears up
Rolling down the rocks of solitude
The air in our midst circulated
By Sunday morning church fans
We pause to applaud
And continue on
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Another poet I have come to appreciate recently is Jayne Pupek and she's in Stirring this issue.
With that, I'll serve up a W. S. Merwin quote, since he is yet another poet I that elicits strong feelings:
Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Happy Saint Patrick's Day to all!
The rain falls steady this morning on the downtown Kansas City area and is forecast to for much of the day. The Irish community in this town hosts on of the three biggest St. Patrick's Day parades in the United States so obviously one must wonder what the wee-little green people did this year to upset the Mother Nature.
Still, it takes a lot more than rain to dampen the Irish on this day. Hell, after a few beers, many won't even know they are wet.
And with that, I close with a couple of thoughts for this great green day....
- "Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat." -- Alex Levine
- "This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever." -- Sigmund Freud (about the Irish)
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Oh, before I forget... Happy Birthday to Ivy - She's 34 according to her own account. My God, I barely remember 34.
There are lots of sirens very nearby - I presume by both the sound and the numbers they are fire trucks. We don't hear them out here as often as back in the city. Certainly not a cluster of so many at once. Certainly makes one pause with some prayerful thoughts. The dogs too seem unnerved by the sound.
I am about to finish filling up yet another journal. This latest one was started on September 29th, 2007 and having only like two pages left, I'll likely finish this one off yet tonight. I was looking back at some of my work in the previous journal recently. It always seems to feel a bit peculiar looking at things you've written in the past. Since many of my drafts start in their crudest form in the journal before subsequent revisions make it to the computer it can be an eye opener sometimes reading these things. You just have to wonder where your mind was sometimes.
My side bar so badly needs changes. For one thing, the blog listings is so outdated. There are several on there I used to read but don't any longer because... well, mostly because some of them haven't been updated since middle of last year. It's time for those to come down. Also, there are a few more worthwhile blogs that I try to catch on s somewhat routine basis. Also, if you have linked to Stickpoet and I've not reciprocated, drop me a note so you can be added.
I'll close tonight with these words from John Steinbeck... "I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts."
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
I've disliked this from the very early days when no one really talked much about energy consumption - but tauted it for such things as allowing more daylight hours for extra curricular activities in the evening and how this was safer. Never mind the fact that most of those events were well supervised by adults, while we stood on dark street corners waiting on the bus in the morning. Go figure.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
I saw the sand bottom out
in the egg timer. There were no eggs
or time involved. Just an end to something
arbitrary- or was that in fact time?
Did it end of its own accord, or
because I turned the hourglass
and started a process unknowingly?
How many unknowings can there be in one day?
- John Ashbery Reads at Haverford (story)
- Robert Frost's Dartmouth Lectures Published (story)
- ‘Living In Storms. Contemporary Poetry and the Moods of Manic Depression’ (review)
- Ezra Pound's birthplace in central Idaho draws poetry pilgrims (story)
- Pulitzer Prize-Winning Poet and Essayist W.S. Merwin to Lead All-Star Cast at 2008 The Kenan Writers' Encounters 'Earth: Writers and Artists Engage the Environment' April 12-22, 2008 (information)
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Also, Aleah Sato has poetry up at k a l e i d o w h i r l - winter 2008 edition. Her work is generally well worth a read.
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
A few journal bits from this past week:
- unshaven legs, suctioned to a convex view /
- repetitive days in a mirror judgement / till there is glitter in the Coral Sea /
- a crooked scalp line parted the hairs / rising from the banks of regression /
- cut stone, linear and stacked / forged four corners / below the surface
- my son says my equilibrium /is off and that is why I can't stand / neocons-