I love when I find connections:
372 by Emily Dickinson
This is the Hour of Lead –
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go –
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs...
For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Monday, December 10, 2012
I love when I find connections:
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Poetry has always had the skill of opening my world. And once again, with the completion of Coursera's American Modern Poetry, or as it is affectionately know, Modpo. (Though initially I thought it would be MoPo which I do think is more amusing.) ::waves to new people::
It was interesting experience, doing a class of this sort online. The professor Al Filreis and his amazing sidekick TAs were great. Superheroes of a sort, yes, we can work with that. Poetry superheros.
What first made me decide to take this course, other than it being free, was that I needed to remove a bad taste I had lingering for 30 years about taking an American poetry class. Not for the poetry or the American but because all those years ago, the professor who taught that course at the university I attended was a bit of a jerk. To put it politely. He taught the course as if he and the material were the be all and end all of poetry. Anyway, I felt I would get past this, and all would be well. And indeed it was.
This was refreshing and interesting. How each of the individual personalities of the participants shone through was excellent. Their personalities made form content. Or content form... And we know that is the banner of modern poetry. How they all participated in the forums was super cool given there were 30K+ students. Because if they could do that for that number, there is no reason on god's green earth for any other professor to ever say they don't have time for students. Ha, the bar has been raised. academia! See their capes fly. (Heh, I can work a metaphor into the ground, don't you think!)
Anyway, thank you all for doing such a spectacular job sharing your love, your knowledge, and yourselves!! This goes to all the other students too.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
I'm very happy to have one of my poems in the new and second issue of The Lincoln Underground. Very exciting for me I have to say. It's been a while since I've been in print. They are a new literary magazine in Lincoln, and I'm wishing them the most success. Can't wait to see the issue.
In other news, I've been editing away for a while now on my long story. My laptop had motherboard issues, and a long saga that concluded with it being returned working, but with assorted items falling out of it. Oh Dell, what collects in your small hollows is amazing. Well named company. Anyway, I can now move the edits from paper to digital, though I am very much liking the paper edits. Whole different feel!
I'm doing the Modern Poetry course by way of Coursera. We, and my 30000+ conspirators, aka fellow students, are about half way through now. I would highly recommend the courses there. ModPo is a great delight, and once again, I'm taken by the wide variety of readings assorted people have of any given poem. I've already read several of the poems, but have been surprised by those which I have enjoyed the most, specifically this one by X.J. Kennedy. Very unexpected, and I love the whole feel of the poem, its use of language, the nod to Marcel Duchamp's painting with the same name. Good stuff! Seriously, "constant thresh of thigh on thigh" is brilliant!
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
I love that Jean Valentine wrote a poem in memory of Reginald Shepherd. And to him. I wonder how many poems have been written for, and to, him.
LOVE that this exists. I miss his poetry and his stories.
In Break The Glass. Posting the link to remind myself.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
::waves:: Hello thar you! /pirate voice
I've been alternating between busy editing the long story, and lackadaisical meanderings. It seems never to be at a steady pace. Anyway, hello.
(Shoot, just dropped my cookie, and I can't find it.) (That's what I get for eating and typing at the same time.)
I've been reading more poetry than I have in a while. That is pleasing. What isn't pleasing is that some of it isn't quite poetry yet. Poetry in waiting, maybe would be a more generous description.
I'm not sure how my time is going to be in the coming days. Work changes, but those I'm looking forward to.
I'm also going to take this course. Mostly saying "Yay!" to that.
I've done a submission but I'm not going to talk about that yet. ::waits::
To address the late date of this posting after my last, mostly has to do with me reading somewhere, can't remember, that basically said that if you don't make or have time to write, you really shouldn't be blogging. That both felt true, and felt rather sad. Oh well, some things stick when they shouldn't and other things don't when they should.
Have a great day!
Monday, June 11, 2012
I love when I read something that is so resonant to me. This today, a few minutes ago. Several places, but this in particular:
It seems like many people think that if you drive yourself crazy, then you can write. I’m absolutely not interested in that. It made sense to me to be as whole and well as I could be, and as happy. I wanted to see what a fortunate life would produce. What writing would come out of a mind that didn’t try to torment itself? What did I have to know? What did I have to do rather than what can I torment and bend myself into doing? What was the fruit on that tree?and
Before electric light, they heated lime, or calcium oxide, to create incandescence for stage lights. In my poem, “Lime Light,” the limelight comes from a bowl of limes. It’s ridiculous, but it’s not nothing, not just a joke. It’s thinking about how limelight doesn’t work very well. You can’t do anything by limelight.(I did not know that)...and especially
I love this idea very much. I actually think I do line breaks pretty well, at least compared to the other parts of how I write. I do see them as edges, edges one can fall off of. I will have to consider it now as a power, rather than a falling off place. So cool. Think of them as taking control, and not falling, maybe as jumping...INTERVIEWERWhy do you tend to write short lines?RYANEdges are the most powerful parts of the poem. The more edges you have the more power you have. They make the poem more permeable, more exposed.
Off to google...
Sunday, May 06, 2012
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Saturday, January 07, 2012
So my plan on my previous post didn't happen. Oh well. Family visitors trump it at Christmas. On the other hand I did put a link on my left side bar for my poems published online. This, for one reason: now I will have to start sending stuff out, so it isn't left all by itself. I do have a few more publications, but they aren't online.
It's funny in a way. I haven't been thinking about the long story that much, but I've been thinking of poetry lines every day. I wonder if there is brain space for only one at a time. I know my brain handles these separately, so I guess I'm not surprised. The flow can only be on one stream at a time, to give it river imagery.
My dreams have also been very different since I haven't been writing. I gotta get some of that energy onto the page. Very diverse to say the least.
(I'm so not used to the pad on my new laptop. So prefer a mouse.)
That is all. Have a good one. Maybe I'll read the last chapter I wrote, to see what it actually looks like, not just what I remember writing. Again, two very different things.