Today she talks about what has worked for her in Creating the Environment to Write... Part 1
Another dog setting weekend at my son’s and writing mixed with some creative photo stuff, That and a very sore piggy that I stubbed this morning that has practically rendered me a cripple.
Some major journaling. Reading in a couple of books, including a session with my dead poet mentor Anne Sexton. Yes, you heard me write. I went to Anne for help today having brought with me among other books her Complete Poems. I’ve turned to her a few times in the past with varying degrees of success. I believe she was quite helpful today.
I have a new blog site for posting photos that I’m particularly happy with. You can find it here.
Also reading in The Art and Craft of Poetry by Michael J. Bugeja,
What do I bring with me on one of these weekends to nourish my creativity with besides the already afore mentioned?
One must always be prepared… :)
July 23, 2010
Daniel Schorr, a longtime senior news analyst for NPR and a veteran Washington journalist who broke major stories at home and abroad during the Cold War and Watergate, has died. He was 93.
I was saddened to learn of the passing of Daniel Schorr today. To me he was an institution. While in recent years his deep reassuring voice graced the radio waves via NPR, I recall his earlier network days and during the 70’s when at the height of the Vietnam War / Watergate era, his no-nonsense reporting earned him a spot on Nixon’s famed enemy list. While he won numerous awards, it seems funny to me, at that juncture in my life I felt making Nixon’s list was the ultimate prize.
I had no idea he was 93, I suppose I just never gave it much thought. As an avid NPR listener I would listen to him throughout the week and especially his weekend edition wrap up of the events of the week. His mind was sharp right up to the last time I heard him.
His analytical view of world events was generally in step with my own point of view on things… but in the occasional instance where we differed, his arguments were none the less sound and would give me pause for consideration. While rare, he was capable of turning my thinking on things, but the rarity of this has more to do with the amount of mutuality of thought and less on his often convincing arguments.
His voice was deep and resonated well on radio. If there was anyone who was born for radio, he was surely it.
I already feel a void on the radio dial.
As you can see in the picture at the at the left, the sky here looked somewhat ominous as I was leaving the office tonight. It didn’t wait for me to get home for the sky to open up in torrential downpour. I confess this means I will not get the lawn mowed tonight. It’s confession Tuesday again…
Cathy has expressed the opinion that I always look half dead after mowing the lawn in the heat of the summer. I confess that I’m not one to argue this. But in my own defense I will point out that I prefer to look at it as looking half alive. This is a good thing isn’t it?
I’m so totally addicted to diet Coke. Not diet Pepsi- no way. I confess that if I’m at a dining establishment that only serves Pepsi, it’s probably going to be Ice water or Tea for me. My family believes the perfect job for me is quality control for Coke. Trust me… I know when it’s just perfect… it has to have that cool burning sensation as you swallow it. It seems to be getting harder to find a good quality fountain Diet Coke. Quick Trips used to have among the best, but even they seem diluted these days.
I confess today was a really rare day as I didn’t have ANY diet Coke.
I confess I am having a glass of Chardonnay at this moment though.
and so on…
The independent bookstore that has graced the midtown area of Kansas City for years is taking it to the burbs. They aren't moving, just cloning themselves sort of. Actually, come Friday they will reopen Parkside Books, 208, N. Missouri 7, in Blue Springs as Prospero’s Parkside Books.
Beginning Friday and lasting through Sunday they will celebrate the official grand reopening along with a tent sale where some paperbacks will be priced at a buck and hardbacks as low as two bucks. Half the proceeds going to two not-for–profit charities… the Hope House and Write the Future.
At a time when many Independent Book Stores are closing, this is good news! And Prospero's has been a big supporter of local writers and particularly poets. I haven’t heard if they are planning anything like the poetry pit at the new location yet.
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It’s late Tuesday and I’m rushing to get my weekly confession done before I turn into a pumpkin at midnight….
Hurry with me to the confessional, no time to waste--
A week ago we lost some channels on cable. It’s been a frustrating week dealing with the cable people with various different stories as to the problem but still no resolve. I won’t go into the gory details but the short version is we are still where we were a week ago after spending multiple hours on the phone. Now we are awaiting a technician on Saturday because they now have run out of explanations. All this is to say that I confess that I do not enjoy these kinds of drawn out things. I like to think that I can be a patient person and in many respects I believe I am, sometimes maybe even to a fault, but I’ve lost my patience on this situation. I’ve almost lost my desire for cable as well.
I confess that I may be a _________snob. (insert your choice of word) My wife has accused me of being a poetry snob, a wine snob and I admit I am very likely a coffee snob. In the case of the latter for example I do not care for the coffee we have at the office. I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the reasons I am hard to satisfy when it comes to coffee, it comes down to the fact that I’d rather drink espresso that coffee. I’m probably a wine snob too because I tend to favor white wines… especially Chardonnays and prefer Northern California to most imports. There are some good Northwest Chardonnays as well.
As for poetry…. ok, I confess I do have my idiosyncrasies about what I like and what I dislike, but what poetry lover doesn't? Does that make me a poetry snob?
My middle daughter was a 4th of July baby so besides the 4th we celebrate her birthday each 4th. However this 4th she is overseas, although she will be leaving soon to return home. So Happy Birthday all the way down under to Australia & have a safe trip home! Mom and I are having strawberry shortcake in your honor. ;)
This video is Susan Rich reading one of her poems from THE ALCHEMIST’S KITCHEN. It was a real treat to hear her read this piece. I’ve borrowed it from her blog and hopeful she will not mind.
The poem is titled "At Middle Life: A Romance" and what I like about it from a purely technical point of view is that it combines all three components that I believe complete a poem (unless of course you are dealing with something experimental) and they would be a cadence or rhythm, musicality, and just the right language in the best order for the human senses to be present in the poem.
On occasion I seem to get maybe two of these three components together, hitting all three is the objective I long for. In the absence of achieving it, the next best thing is finding one another poet succeeded at. Thanks Susan! As a bonus I am a romantic at heart and find this one to speak to me personally.
I don’t know the time which is only important for for what I don’t know.
The back yard breeze across the deck gently pats my face and the shade moves about with no more exertion than meandering dogs with inevitability seemingly low in priority.
It will not be like this all day- a value added fact. It is for the present just what it is and I accept the gift.
Between last night and this morning a poem was born of observation. It seems my mind was open to the possibility last night and still graciously accepting enlightening thoughts this morning. The summer breeze clears the mind to make room for the possible.