The word "happiness" would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. ~ Carl Jung
The word "happiness" would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. ~ Carl Jung
Finished the off a poem draft – at least as far as I feel I can go today. At that point when you’ve nothing more to add and can think of any more to cut, so it will sit a while and I’ll revisit it at another time.
Picked up a copy of The Complete Poems of anne sexton yesterday at Boarders. When you have a 40% off coupon it’s time to go buy a book.
I got an email telling me that Autumn Sky Poetry No 15 is out. I always enjoy reading what the editor - Christine Klocek-Lim has selected for each issue, so of course I had to check it out. This issue has some outstanding work in it. A few if the poems that really impressed me:
I’m not glued to twitter. I was a long time in coming around to it. There are a lot of things on twitter I don’t care about. Gretchen Rubin I discovered by way of twitter. The 2 minute and 13 second video is what Gretchen Rubin is all about. Enjoy it. I did.
So you write poetry… and you do this with what objective in mind? I’m curious about what writers most hope to achieve when their poetry is read by someone. I know there are probably more then one answer for most writers, but I’m asking you to think about the majority of your poetry.
In considering my own I’ve realized sadly that I don’t often give this a lot of thought. There are times when I hope my poetry will inform. When writing something with a social of political flavor to it, informing can be a big part of it. But sometimes there is no underlying message, just an attempt to provide a different way to view something. Stepping outside the box to show something outrageously different. How a person might look to a catfish on their plate…
I read an interview of a poet recently and there was some discussion of poetry entertaining. Strange as it might seen, I never really considered poetry to be about entertaining readers, though I suppose it is safe to say that I have myself felt entertained by poetry that I have read.
Do you set out to entertain when you write? What do you generally see as the best value of your finished poem?
Wanted to take a few moments to call a couple of things to your attention.
As federal regulators prepare to vote this month on "network neutrality,”, twenty House Republicans — including most of the Republicans on the House Energy and Commerce Committee — sent a letter to Federal Communications Chairman Julius Genachowski today urging him to delay the Oct. 22 vote on his plan. The neutrality plan would prohibit broadband providers from favoring or discriminating against certain types of Internet traffic. Broadband providers would like to regulate the speed at which sites load for customers. They would for instance like give preference to their own site and perhaps create premium commercial sites that would have speed preferences.
On the Senate side, , Kay Bailey Hutchinson of Texas, is considering legislation that would prohibit the FCC from developing Net neutrality.
What is it with these people that they want to stick it to consumers and provide another windfall for corporations?
The Dodge Poetry Festival started in 1986 as an initiative funded by the Arts and Education Programs of the Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation. The biennial even easily has attracted close to 20,000 participants to each of the 12 events. But the economic downturn brought news that the festival would be cancelled for 2010. In what may be the best Arts related economic news so for this year, Dodge decided to resurrect the popular event -- the largest poetry gathering in the country. The 2010 event will move to a more urban setting as it was announced that the festival will encompass the performance spaces at the New Jersey Performing Arts Center as well as at least two local churches, the New Jersey Historical Society and parts of Military Park.
The good news come just a year before the event is to occur. It was January when the word came that the 2010 event would be put in ice. The 2008 event cost about $1.3 million to produce. The Foundation had lost considerable equity in investments, nearly 30% during the recession last fall and winter and the latest development is exciting news.
"I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." ~ Anais Nin
I can’t recall the last time I received a personal letter from someone. By letter I mean one of those things that came via the U.S. postal service and landed in my mail box and waited patiently for me to arrive home. E-mail, I have plenty of.
So there is a real novelty to letters. As I mentioned in and earlier blog post I am reading Anne Sexton A Self Portrait in Letters. I’ve read the published letters of numerous poets over the last few years. Plath, Ginsberg to name a couple. Plath’s Letters Home are remarkable in that they provide a rather contrived communication with her mother. If you read any of her biographies (I’ve read countless) and or her published journals you will quickly see two Plaths. The one she wanted her mother to see and an altogether different one. It is against that strange paradox that I find Sexton’s letters refreshingly genuine. She seems to say what she wants and there is little evidence that she tries to control her message. In fact, it is not uncommon for her to follow up one letter with another one with an apology or some sort of disclaimer for something in an earlier note.
Many poets in the 50’s through at least the 70’s were quite prolific writers between friends and peers. One amazing thing I noted about Sexton is how quickly she managed to correspond with significant poets of her time. With barely a year of writing under her belt, Sexton was corresponding with W.D. Snodgrass, Carolyn Kizer, Nolan Miller, John Holmes, etc. With Snodgrass she corresponded quite frequently and her letters suggest he returned the favor. Sexton in fact used nick names in her communication with Snodgrass that suggest they developed a significant friendship. “Dearest Snodsy, Dearest De, My dear night clerk".”
With Snodgrass Sexton would discuss poems, things going on in a Masters Class with Robert Lowell, the progress of her manuscript, etc. I suppose it is not surprising that her work was well received so quickly because she was able to get it in front of people in position to help her very early on.
In her letters she refers numerous times to the fact that she in not a strong speller. Sometimes her letters meander around. “Christ. I’m off again.” Anne writes to Snodgrass, “Talking in circles. My darling, the peanut butter calls.” These early letters also detail the toll that the decline of the health of her parents is having on her and reference her therapy as well and Dr. Sidney Martin’s encouragement that she write for it’s therapeutic value.
I loved the bluntness with which she wrote Robert Lowell in September of 1958 about her efforts and desire to enroll in his Masters class and her assessment of how this was viewed by the registrar’s perception of this. “Today, with 90 dollars in my fist, I called the registrar’s office. However, it seems they are not bouncing with joy at the thought of a “special student” with no particular degrees. A Mr. Wilder said that I would have to wait until after registration and see if there are too many students in the class.”
As I plow onward though this book I will stop from time to time to share things I believe to be of particular significance.
Today I ran down the street to the Federal building to visit their cafeteria over the lunch hour. Exiting with my purchase, I headed back up the street to my office. The wind was wicked crazy and it brought with it chimes from the carillons at St. Mary's Episcopal Church across the way. The music from this red brick church daily fills the downtown air. Today it was playing a tune from the Sound of Music… “i simply remember my favorite things and then I don’t feel so baaaad.” Suddenly I felt like clicking my heels and dancing. This prompted me to wonder, “what if life is really a musical?”
Special Exhibits - Keltie Ferris: Man Eaters At Kemper Museum of Contemporary Art- October 23, 2009–February 13, 2010
Keltie Ferris is a post digital painter, employing formalist strategies and materials—oil, acrylic, sprayed paint, and oil pastel—to create enigmatic and visually seductive abstractions.
The Nelson Atkins Museum of Art - American Art on Paper: Impressions of the Southwest and Mexico October 14, 2009— April 11, 2010
Saints have no moderation, nor do poets, just exuberance. ~ Anne Sexton
A few things that I found on the internet this week. Some are in the humorous category. Others I found interesting in a variety of ways. Things I liked, things I learned from, etc. Anyway, if you missed any of these, then you might want to check them out.
It’s cool here today. Not unpleasantly so, but it is a sign of things to come.
I made a pot of chili for lunch. It seemed like a good day for it.
I’ve read today, written, and yes, the “S” word. That would be submitted material least you think it is something more adventuresome. Over the past year, I’ve taken to considering it a burdensome task. It wasn’t that way always, but it has become my least favorite part of writing poetry.
In looking through my material I realized I need to better organize it. By that I mostly mean review my material and decide it some of it perhaps needs to go back into the work folder. I do have a few things that I’ve been sitting on that perhaps are really ready. I just don’t like to rush them off.
I brought some work home from the office as well this weekend and I really ought to tackle on of those projects tonight… then I won’t have so much to do tomorrow.
I got eaten up on the deck this afternoon, sitting with the dogs. I fear tonight will be a Benadryl night.
Off to make espresso! My earlier one got pitched while it was cooling down.
Anne Sexton’s public persona was not unlike that of Sylvia Plath’s. Both were women who seemed to be transfixed by 1950’s mores. Both had histories of mental instability. Both were poets. Both ultimately took their own lives. The final writings of both might well have foretold their suicides.
Plath’s mother saw to it that Sylvia had an academic background. This is where the two differ. Anne was not interested in pursuing an academic path, she did attend finishing school and for a short period of time was a fashion model.
Sexton married at the age of 19 and following the birth of her first daughter required hospitalization for postpartum depression. The birth of her second daughter heightened her depression and it was at the nudging of her therapist that she began to write.
What I find particularly impressive about Anne Sexton is that in 1956 Anne saw a program on educational television, “How to Write a Sonnet.” After Christmas Anne unveiled her first sonnet to her mother, knowing her mother had suffered an unfulfilled literary dream and would likely be a fierce critic.
In September of 1957, she enrolled in a poetry workshop at a Boston adult education center. She met the poet Maxine Kumin there. She would forge a lifelong relationship with Kumin that resulted in routine workshopping of poems by both as well as a deeply personal friendship.
By Christmas of 1957 Anne presented he mother with a stack of poems written and rewritten over the previous year. During 1959 she submitted poems with tremendous success to top flight lit magazines. Poems were taken by The Hudson Review, The New Yorker, The Christian Science Monitor, and in April of 1959, signed a contract to publish her first book, To Bedlam and Part Way Back.
According to Anne Sexton a Self-Portrait in Letters, I learned that on her 1960 Joint Income Tax forms with her husband, she listed herself as “Poet” and it would clearly seem that she had earned the right do so, taking an incredible and unconventional path to success as a poet.
My wife called to my attention that today is National Punctuation Day.
It was created in 2004 by writer "Jeff Rubin"-- after he was annoyed by improper use of punctuation. This morning-- we've got three pieces of punctuation you might not have heard of. First -- this mark -- the asterism. It is used to call attention to a passage or to separate subchapters in a book. Next is the "irony mark". It looks like a backwards question mark -- it was supposed to be used to indicate when something should be taken ironically-- but it never really caught on. Last up -- the "interrobang". It's intended to combine the question mark and the exclamation mark. By the way -- we have more on national punctuation day -- including a recipe contest to celebrate -- at kmbc.Com -- under news links. Or just click here –> National Punctuation Day
This past weekend I finished a six week project mentoring under another poet. It’s been a great way to stretch myself beyond that point of complacency that sometimes creeps into our routines. The were a number of things that I learned or relearned in come cases. Just off the top of my head, a few of them that readily come to mind:
I have a lot yet to learn.
Political poetry is best pulled off with subtle political tone and greater narrative.
I can look to other poetry for ideas and examples as to how others have used poetic devise.
Cut, cut and cut again if you can.
Look for fresh & unique ways to show with my writing.
It's all right to write about simple things.
Beginnings and endings should both be strong.
The middle of the poem still has a job to do... remain interesting enough to hold the beginning and the end together.
Manuscripts are pieces of art in themselves. Not just a collection of 30 to 50 poems... they need a connective thread to establish some relevance, one to another.
Write daily.
Write daily even if what you are writing sucks. It won't improve by not writing.
Read lots of poetry. Learn from other's mistakes and successes.
Improve my work ethic, but don't take myself so seriously that I don't enjoy what I'm doing. Even if it gets frustrating at times.
Even dead poets speak wisdom.
Look for the musicality in your verse. Work to improve this.
During this period of time I’ve had exposure to a lot of poems from six different poets. A wide spectrum of topics. Many ways of approaching the art. Fresh ideas.
I feel like I’ve had my battery recharged!
“When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago”~ Friedrich Nietzsche