Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Available to trade

I wish the value this blog had on Blogshares were real dollars. I would be richrich!

$1,033,958.31 when I just checked. Rich! Amusing what they play there. My value has skyrocketed since I have been purchased, and since the last time I looked. Hell, I am not cheap! But willing to sell.

Go them!

Now horrible segue, back to Li-Young Lee. I think I am falling behind again.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Ear worms

Does anyone else write with earworms buzzing around? This new story I am writing is being powered by this earworm. If I am thinking of this song, singing away in my mind, the story just rides along nicely. When the song is off, so is the story. Interesting.

Luckily, it is a helluva song.

Let's dance

I only wrote about a page or so yesterday, but the theme that was sneaking around, appearing to not want be captured, tidied itself up nicely with a pretty dress and maybe even high heels (I didn't look down), and brought itself around just where I needed it to be.

That felt great.

It's like it knows when it will be needed, and waited patiently for it to occur to me.

Writers, always the last to know.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Catching up, or writing in a vise

I had fallen a few days behind on the NaPoReMo, but did catch up. Li-Young Lee. The posts are over at PFFA. There are some interesting poets (several of whom I have never heard) being talked about over there. Neat stuff.

I got a very tiny little bit of writing done yesterday on my end of the world story. What I want to do with this, and what I am capable of doing with this might be very far apart at this moment. I will continue to force those two together. Writing in a vise. Hahaha. Anyway. Um.

I had a moment of a poem the other day, but then it was gone. Butterfly nets and vises, the tools of the trade. Or something commensurate with that.

Have a great day. I might even write!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Fallings and failings

I'm back from Vancouver and had a fabulous time.

Falling: The Code

N is lying in bed listening to apples fall. Tried to find a pattern or code, but didn't. A nod to Shakespeare's Hamlet with "even as I sleep, and dream, I know". But finally I decided that apples were not apples, but commentary on falling wisdom and failings. This is an ominously political poem. The sharp sonics of the letters p, t, dr, st are sharp and striking not unlike the thunks of the apples falling. Or bodies falling.

During long moments of silence
I wait
and wonder about the bruised bodies,
the terror of diving through air, and
think I'll go tomorrow
to find the newly fallen, but they
all look alike lying there

While I was gone on vacation I was pondering getting back to the poems, hoping they wouldn't just be about hair or fruit, and this one happily brought me back. I am very pleased to hear this of his voice.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008


Just got back from Vancouver, and I had a very splendid time.

As I was checking out my bloglines I happened upon a link to Jenny's Journey. A new blog requesting any info from anyone who knows anything about or has any experience with the symptoms this young girl is experiencing. I suggested they check out NORD, but thought posting the link here might be fruitful. I know that how words spread on the internet can be a beautiful thing, so please go and check it out. I know from experience that not knowing what is happening to your child is torture. So I am doing this to help them help her.

I will return to Lee's poetry very soon.

Monday, June 02, 2008

The Gift, and Persimmons by Li-Young Lee

I've posted a few more NaPoReMo posts over at PFFA. The Gift, and Persimmons by Li-Young Lee. I'm liking this guy more and more.

Sunday, June 01, 2008

Epistle by Li-Young Lee

Here is my link to the NaPoReMo post for Li-Young Lee's Epistle. I figured I would just post the links here every day from there.

Everyone's threads are here.

Much fun, and I just squeaked in time. Great poem too.