I am aware that there are parts of this country desperately in need of rain. Honestly, we've had more that our share here and I'd love to share it with those who could really use it. Most parts of our metropolitan area have had between 11 and 12.5 inches of rain in the past 30 days. It rained again today.
I can honestly say that the rain and cloudy weather have taken a tole on me. There are other factors but I've felt a bit depressed this week and I can honestly say that the dreariness is a contributing factor.
This afternoon I ventured out to attend a poetry group meeting in Northland. Shared poetry, our own and other works of interest. As often is the case, we conclude with a writing prompt that we work on and most will share their draft. I also tested a newer draft I brought along to test the waters. I would say that it stayed afloat.
Wouldn't you know it, on the way home the rain came through once again. Some times I feel like it's the same storm front doing circles. It's crazy.
I've been busy planing my submissions for the weeks ahead. Working on new material, and reading. Presently I'm reading, Why God is a Woman, by Nin Andrews.
I am discontinuing my Journal of Creative Exploration blog. This blog was based on my exploring various elements of creativity and challenges of a creative life based on my weekly use of the Poet Tarot Cards created by Two Sylvias Press. I continue to use them and will perhaps mention my usage periodically here but not the sharing of a larger dedicated weekly post.
I did draw a new poet card today. Marianne Moore is my card for this week. I'll be communing with her most likely about clarity of goals this week. I will acknowledge that recent weeks have moved me in an area of procrastination - trying to organize a small group to workshop our writing. The practical application of allowing yourself to be influenced by these cards really can be beneficial. If you are open to it, you can let them lead you into places that you are too fearful to tackle.
I'm feeling a little less dark already. Not that dark is a bad thing.
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Sandra Beasley - Theories of Falling
While I was at AWP15 in April, it was my intent to pick up a book or two of Sandra Beasley's. As it would happen, her books were sold out by the time I reached her table and as a result it became one of a couple I ordered upon return home from my money budgeted for books at the conference. I have finished it (I have an enormous stack of books I am reading through as a result of AWP)
This is not a new book, though she has a new one out - Count The Waves which I hope to read soon.
Sandra Beasley throws a parade in Theories of Falling; a parade to impress us with the many reasons not to love her. The Allergy Girl, wasting away as an infant. Her bloodstream equal to a Fisher Price workbench. The wheezing, rashes, the dangers of a tainted kiss.
Beasley’s book of poetry has a lingering quality that toys with you and requires that you pick it up again and again as if it were the antidote that saves you from something, perhaps boredom. She guarantees you can walk away from going over Niagara Falls if you do it just right. But warns you’ll just die in a poor house.
There is an intimate nature here, an uncovering of truth. As if she slowly peels back layers that we might see beneath the surface of our prescribed reality to find something altogether more real than we imagined. The poems collectively have an affluence of lyricism. The substance, the metaphor all come together nicely. There is nothing more you will want, except more of her work.
As for Beasley’s parade to dissuade our affection, she is indeed wasting the elephants and ticker tape, it isn't working.
This is not a new book, though she has a new one out - Count The Waves which I hope to read soon.
Here is my review of her book Theories of Falling
Sandra Beasley throws a parade in Theories of Falling; a parade to impress us with the many reasons not to love her. The Allergy Girl, wasting away as an infant. Her bloodstream equal to a Fisher Price workbench. The wheezing, rashes, the dangers of a tainted kiss.
Beasley’s book of poetry has a lingering quality that toys with you and requires that you pick it up again and again as if it were the antidote that saves you from something, perhaps boredom. She guarantees you can walk away from going over Niagara Falls if you do it just right. But warns you’ll just die in a poor house.
There is an intimate nature here, an uncovering of truth. As if she slowly peels back layers that we might see beneath the surface of our prescribed reality to find something altogether more real than we imagined. The poems collectively have an affluence of lyricism. The substance, the metaphor all come together nicely. There is nothing more you will want, except more of her work.
As for Beasley’s parade to dissuade our affection, she is indeed wasting the elephants and ticker tape, it isn't working.
Sunday, June 07, 2015
Revisions, Organizing and Mixing it Up This Next Week.
I started this weekend Friday night dog sitting for my son. This lent itself well to getting some reading and writing done however Saturday we less productive. I was uncertain how my schedule would evolve so I use the time a little more loosely checking out some poetry stuff on You Tube.
Among other thing I listened to some You Tube material that featured Sandra Beasley. I have been reading Theories Of Falling and enjoying it immensely. I've been aware of Beasley for a number of years as reader of her blog Chicks Dig Poetry so she has been on my radar but I heard her read at AWP15 in April and that rejuvenated my interest in her work.
Of the You Tube video clips I listened to of Sandra Beasley, the workshop she did on April 15 of this year - there were a number of things that stuck with me. However, none quite as much as her comments on revision.
In addition to this, I have begun this past week to be a better organized poet practitioner. Planning is something that I often wish I as better at and I am trying now to make that a reality. So I am busy plotting out plans, deadlines, goals today. All this in an effort to be better at my writing. To produce poetry that I am significantly more satisfied with.
And it is Sunday... So today, I have drawn another Poet Tarot Card from the deck and as it is, I will be answering to the Two of Quills this week. So, it is my task this week to look for ways to challenge my established routines. Try writing in other locations. Write at different times. Disrupt the usual. Establish new niches. Write at a coffee shop. Write at different times in the day. Stretch my writing mussels by exercising/executing my creativity differently.
This week I will trace some of those things I approach differently and reflect upon changes and what impact they have on my poetry, positively or negatively as the case may be.
On thing I know I will be paying more attention to is revising work.
Of the You Tube video clips I listened to of Sandra Beasley, the workshop she did on April 15 of this year - there were a number of things that stuck with me. However, none quite as much as her comments on revision.
"There are many talented people who can write great first drafts. The people who will become poets are the ones who fall in love with revision." Sandra adds that she is not one who can do great first drafts. She says she was not the best in her undergraduate class, but adds that she is here today because of revisions and that she has a determination to stay with the process.There is no question in my mind that Sandra Beasley is doing something right. She is after all writing full time these days and has a number of honors and awards that she can claim. Aside from all that, as impressive as it may be, her work resonates with me. She is one a number of poets that are inspiring to me as a writer.
In addition to this, I have begun this past week to be a better organized poet practitioner. Planning is something that I often wish I as better at and I am trying now to make that a reality. So I am busy plotting out plans, deadlines, goals today. All this in an effort to be better at my writing. To produce poetry that I am significantly more satisfied with.
And it is Sunday... So today, I have drawn another Poet Tarot Card from the deck and as it is, I will be answering to the Two of Quills this week. So, it is my task this week to look for ways to challenge my established routines. Try writing in other locations. Write at different times. Disrupt the usual. Establish new niches. Write at a coffee shop. Write at different times in the day. Stretch my writing mussels by exercising/executing my creativity differently.
This week I will trace some of those things I approach differently and reflect upon changes and what impact they have on my poetry, positively or negatively as the case may be.
On thing I know I will be paying more attention to is revising work.
Tuesday, June 02, 2015
Confession Tuesday - Water Water Everywhere Edition
Dear Reader:
It’s been a week since my last confession. The Rhyme of the Ancient
Mariner has nothing on us.
Yes, I confess the rain continues to annoy. Did I say annoy?
I’m not sure that is strong enough language. Seattle? Portland? Are you guys
missing some rain? We’ll send it back.
I confess that I got on an organizing kick this past week
and designed a single page weekly plan sheet to help me stay focused and do
what I need to do where my writing and writerly related functions are
concerned. It’s in a PDF format, nothing elaborate but it helps me plan things
out and then I am able to transfer everything to my planner on my tablet. It’s
sort of a Capricorn thing to do.
Summer is coming, June 21st – just weeks away. I’ve
been thinking that it’s about time
for me to do another annual Poet Crush List. The only
problem is that right now I am into so many good poets that I confess this year
it’s going to be hard to do a 10 poet list.
This is something I will have to contemplate in the next
couple of weeks.
It has occurred to me that our Public Library system has not
had any poets in to do readings for a while. They used to be so good about
this. I confess that I feel obliged to make some calls and see if anything is
in the works or if they could be encouraged to start planning some events for
later this year.
That’s about it for this week folks. Stay safe, wear your
life jacket. Pray the rain gives us a break.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
In the event that you have been sleeping under a rock.... Or from the I case you missed this department
During this past week Kelli Russell Agodon got a lot of traction with an article she wrote that appeared in Medium. The piece was titled, Submit Like A Man: How Women Writers Can Be More Successful. If by some chance you have not read it by now I recommend it. It has sparked significant re-tweets and discussion since appearing. Kelli discusses her experiences as an editor and a realization that often men and women writers respond differently to rejections letters that indicating the editor would like to see more of their work. Regardless of your gender, if you are timid about your approach to submitting your work to journals I suggest this article is worth reading. As is so often the case, Kelli is a very excellent steward of her writing knowledge and experiences. She embodies the best example of literary stewardship.
Thursday, May 28, 2015
How We View The World...
"I was made at right angles to the world and I see it so. I can only see it so." - Elizabeth Bishop
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Confession Tuesday: Self-Conscious Edition
Dear Reader:
It has been two weeks since my last Confession. One week in which I fought the intermittent rains to get both front and back jungles mowed. And a second week that has been more akin to nearly non-stop rain save today. I feel a bit like I've been uprooted to Seattle or Portland.
So, I have to confess that I've been particularly self-conscious this week. I hate when I get the impression that everyone is judging me or that everything that isn't going right is in fact going wrong on my own personal accord, and yes, everyone knows this. That further, if I feel I am being ignored, (which is likely all in my head) I am convinced it is because of something I did or did not do.
I confess that I am not as bad about this as I once was. Still, it creeps into my psyche and takes up residency. Hell, sometimes it throws a party for other self-conscious souls!
It is at times like this that I'm convinced that people are thinking about me way more than I have any reason to believe. Any little reason I can think of that I might have done something wrong or offended someone, I will manifest from this that I'm being avoided or ignored completely without any foundation of evidence to back it up. Logic plays no role whatsoever. This will likely continue a few more days until I finally kick these squatter thoughts out of my head.
On a lesser note, I confess that I am anxious to finish my current journal refill so that I can start fresh with a new clean one. I already have it on hand.
So there you have my secrets - spilled out for you this week. Everyone be safe and enjoy your week ahead come rain or shine!
Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things. ~ Ray Bradbury
It has been two weeks since my last Confession. One week in which I fought the intermittent rains to get both front and back jungles mowed. And a second week that has been more akin to nearly non-stop rain save today. I feel a bit like I've been uprooted to Seattle or Portland.
So, I have to confess that I've been particularly self-conscious this week. I hate when I get the impression that everyone is judging me or that everything that isn't going right is in fact going wrong on my own personal accord, and yes, everyone knows this. That further, if I feel I am being ignored, (which is likely all in my head) I am convinced it is because of something I did or did not do.
I confess that I am not as bad about this as I once was. Still, it creeps into my psyche and takes up residency. Hell, sometimes it throws a party for other self-conscious souls!
It is at times like this that I'm convinced that people are thinking about me way more than I have any reason to believe. Any little reason I can think of that I might have done something wrong or offended someone, I will manifest from this that I'm being avoided or ignored completely without any foundation of evidence to back it up. Logic plays no role whatsoever. This will likely continue a few more days until I finally kick these squatter thoughts out of my head.
On a lesser note, I confess that I am anxious to finish my current journal refill so that I can start fresh with a new clean one. I already have it on hand.
So there you have my secrets - spilled out for you this week. Everyone be safe and enjoy your week ahead come rain or shine!
Don't think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It's self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can't try to do things. You simply must do things. ~ Ray Bradbury
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