Just finished mowing the front lawn. Came in with a diet coke - sweating and here I sit at my laptop and realizing it's just past 1PM I suddenly feel a large portion of my weekend has slipped by with nothing to show for it (except a challenge to the people on the north and south side of us to take their lawn down a notch.
I've read several things this week (mostly on blogs) that have caused me food for thought. Here are some of the items bouncing off my cerebral walls.
1. The first has nothing to do with blogs or reading...I simply missed confessing on Confession Tuesday. The fact is my past week has been busy at work and at home and I really had nothing exciting to say except I was out of energy and time. Too much going on and it's still out there like a stationary front on the weather man's map. It's just hanging over the city all sultry. But enough of that because this is one super ball I want to find it's way outside my scull.
2. There is a long standing story that my writing poetry is an attempt to find a loophole in mortality.
So when I read in Book of Kells this week about poet
Patrick Lane at the
Skagit Poetry Festival how after a poet died the wife of the poet had the family and friends of her husband memorize each 5 poems of his. In this way, each of them had five of his poems alive within them and they would be able to share them with others. By doing this she was keeping her husband and his work alive in the world. So I'm thinking this immortality thing for poets can work.... kind of.
3. Reading an earlier
blog post by Martha Salino I marveled at the description of the writing relationship with
Heather McHugh during an independent study. Sure, from what I've read of Heather and her work I've been exposed to this was the kind of thing any serious writer would likely be ga-ga over. Still, what this brought to my mind was not specifically anything about Martha and Heather but the value of interaction of writers in general. I've often thought for instance of writers I'd love to even just have an hour lunch with to talk poetry in general. Their writing processes or motivations. Where do they feed their creative hungers? Things they try never to do when they write. I think about who I'd tag for such an occasion - it's all fantasy - but after all, poets are good at dreaming of the far fetched. I always enjoy reading the
letters of poets because there often is the more personal and revealing side of the artist that comes through.
I've read several poems online this week that have me thinking about various different topics.
Strife in third world countries, couple of poems about rather
mundane items and last but not least,
travel. These things have been rolling through my thought process because I like to thing about poems that I read that truly seem to bring fresh approaches to writing. For example, I've thought a lot about in writing collections of themed poems, how do you talk about one or two things for say 35 poems and keep your reader wanting to read the next poem? How do you keep it fresh... moving and different?
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