Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Tuesday's mailbag
"Thank you for your submission. Although we are not able to publish your work at this time, please be assured that we value your submission."
Those form letter* words - we've heard before. But alas, the anticipation of this one group of poems I submitted and had been hanging out there a little longer than usual for this venue, is now finally over. So I move on...
Much more work to harvest. Writing poetry has so much in common with gardening. Working the soil and pruning the plants. Nurturing them along. I'm thinking now about this years crop. Has it been better then the previous year? In volume? In quality? Things to think about as the final quarter of the year slips past us.
*not to be confused with "four letter words"
Monday, November 07, 2005
Anti-social? No, just artistic - National - theage.com.au
I'll admit that I have found articles exploring the thought process of creative individuals very absorbing. I'm always interested in new twists and thoughts on the age old debates about creative people and their mental status. This time, I found the article more amusing then informative. Maybe Dr. Hendricks work is quite serious and scholarly. Perhaps it is the writer Geoff Strong and his choice of words that I find humorous but this piece really has me cracked up.
Starting off with the opening line... "Know any creative types: writers, painters, musicians, actors? Chances are they tend to be contrary, a touch psychotic and rebels, cause or not." I'm sucked in. I'm immediately in my self-analytical phase - picturing myself deeply indented into a black leather couch asking myself...Am I a rebel or just a cranky old man? Cause? You want causes? Hell, I got causes out the wazoo!
Ok, seriously... I'm off the couch and thinking about this article. The good doctor has decided that "all people who are creative tend to have schizo-type personalities." That is what the article says. Not some or most, but all. She has also found distinct differences between the three groups (writers, visual artists and performance artists).
According to Dr. Hendricks:
- Writers had the most extreme personality disorders - more neurotic and less agreeable "they are more at odds with the world.
- Visual artists - are the closest to normal (whatever the hell that may be) though still more deviant than normal personalities.
- performance Artists - were the most likely to want to experience new sensations and novelties, and were also the most narcissistic.
So let me get this straight, it is because I'm a writer that I am at odds with the world? Gee, and I thought it was just because of the deep rooted corruption in government and the fact that we have a President who is a moronic mad man and a Vice President who is heavy into torture.
I loved the part in the article about how the doctor tested the groups of people by giving them problems to solve to see if their solutions were conventional or divergent. The example was showing them a brick and asking them to suggest possible uses.
A non artist would for example say - building things.
Artists were more likely to suggest it could be thrown through a window (At Dr. Hendricks office) - notice how I immediately think like an artist here.
The love list
I'll repeat what we have so far:
- adoration
- union
- passion
- commitment
- desire
- selflessness
- sacrifice
- affection
- worship
So here we are with nine... any more wordsmiths out there that want to build on this list?
Sunday, November 06, 2005
It's sunday already?
It is feeling so strange now without baseball. That is one aspect of fall that I hate. All the fun colors and enticing smells we come to think of with this time of year still come up short without baseball.
I have been using a full spectrum lamp at both home and the office of late. I do believe it truly helps with respect to SAD. Plus the light is so much better to read by. Our cats love to curl up and sleep beneath the one at home. Catching a few rays.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Falling in love again and again - the lost poetry of Dietrich - World - Times Online
From her Paris hotel room, Marlene Dietrich would set at a typewriter to tap out poems to dead lovers. Among them, Ernest Hemingway and Yul Brynner, and Ronald Reagan.
Thirteen years after her death the poems were discovered. They represent quite a find - telling a great deal about her reclusive years.
Fascinating in that while Dietrich is certainly of celebrity status, she represents a virtual unknown in the literary world. Evidently, poetry did matter to her in her late life.
Poetry
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Thought for the day
Emails: Brown more concerned with image as deadly Katrina hits
''If you'll look at my lovely FEMA attire, you'll really vomit. I am a fashion god.''
-- Michael Brown e-mailed the day of the storm.
Funny but I don't believe that is exactly why most people wanted to vomit.
Katrina
Bush