I swear, I have written more ‘good’ poetry in the past week than I have all year. Sometimes one needs a focus, and right now, I have one. (on a side note, I’ve been watching too much ‘magical-ish’ type things as I’m thinking of ley lines and focuses for magic) But as writers, we do need a focus. Be it a song, a picture, or a person. Everyone needs their muse. My muse is a person right now. Frustration runs supreme with him, but it makes for some of my best work. I honestly wonder if writers can actually be happy. Maybe they need the unhappy in life to write the happy. Because I can say that I write best when I’m in a depressed mood. Not like seriously depressed, but when I’m not my perfect giddy self. When I’m giddy, I just want to absorb life. When I’m down, I write to escape life. I focus on the gritty of life. I write poetry and I get my hands dirty. So to speak.
So, as you can see, my frustration is hitting my poetry. And I’m listening to the most amazing playlist and it works with my mood. Check out the playlist here, Great Northern Campfire Vol. 5.
Maybe you can play it while you write. Maybe it will inspire you during this cold time of year. While the nights come too soon, and the new year is here.
I sat there this evening contemplating blackout poetry. See, I find it rather cool, and lovely, and unique. So far, one of my favorite ‘authors’ is Tyler Knott Gregson. I have his book, Chasers of the Light, and some of his blackout poetry is within the pages. Obviously he had to take a book and black out the words to create his masterpiece, but I wonder, has he ever wondered about someone taking his poetry and blacking it out for their own blackout poetry?
I am not one to destroy a book for art, but at the same time, I have started marking over a book for poetry. I found a paperback copy of The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh, and I picked it because I liked the cover and couldn’t even get into the first pages of the book. I kind of wish I had a heavier book to do this in, but I haven’t found one I like yet. Hardback would be better. But anyways, I’m marking the book and I have one poem done. And it’s pretty, though very beginner-ish.
I think I need to find a better pen than a sharpie….
But here I am marking a book and ‘destroying’ the words within for my own gain. Would I feel so comfortable if I knew someone were taking my novel, my poetry, and marking it over?
Probably not. But art is art. Right?
Honestly, I’m not sure how I feel about the whole thing. I picked up an older discarded copy of C.S. Forester‘s Flying Colors (a Captain Hornblower novel) thinking that would be fun to mark the pages. But I just can’t seem to bear marking the book. It’s mixed feelings. Wanting to create, but not wanting to mar what might be a good book.
And while I love Tyler Knott Gregson’s poetry and how he uses scraps of paper, I cringe at the thought of taking a blank page out of the front of an antique or old book.
See, my first love over writing, is books. They should be cherished and loved like a woman, and you don’t just discard them or rip pages out of them and turn them into something new. The woman analogy still applies here. So, I’m at a crossroads of creating. Do I destroy to create something new?
Or do I find alternative methods to creating these new styles of poetry?
Gads, what would Sir Walter Scott, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson think of these new forms?
A candy cane sees
happy licks slowly pleasing
under Christmas trees.
Not sure it’s really good, but eh, I had the dice out the other night and Christmas was still on my brain. No, not all of these words are included in Haikubes, but well, that’s what the blank spaces are for…..
I hope you all have a wonderful day. I’ll be taking a few days off through the weekend to just relax a bit and hopefully write some posts for future dates. I’ve been doing these blog challenges and I love ’em, but man, they require a bit more foresight that I don’t seem to always have. Especially towards the end. I still have a Toolbox post in the works. A Writer’s Path (Ryan, I think) knows what I mean since I commented about his blog and his toolbox… I’m rambling. Anyways, I have ideas in the works. I still need to attempt more flash fiction, but it seems to have escaped me this month. Ironically since I want to write Christmas flash fiction! I had this thought about being snowbound at Christmas, a la Hallmark-y film with the Bing wallpaper that was the other day’s….. I just have ideas I need to work on! Now that I don’t have sewing projects, I might be able to finish or start some writing things.
So, I hope you all are having a great Christmas wherever you are. North, south, east and west.
Just a short post today since it is Christmas Eve and I’m sure we are all traveling somewhere, or are with our friends and family for the holidays. This year it is very quiet for my family and I. We didn’t go to any friend’s house for eggnog and cheer… though we did do it a couple weeks ago and hot buttered rum was the specialty of the day…. That was incredibly good and I’ve since made the recipe and we have enjoyed that immensely.
My grandparents are way down south, along with my girl friend Jules (Mrs. Austen) and Boris is down under…. As in Australia. (pssst…. I wish I could have gone with him. I’d love to go to Australia. And well, to go with Boris… who has someone drive him to his hotel. He doesn’t drive himself. I swear, it’s like Edward from Pretty Woman….)
There is snow on the mountains here in CA. A fast moving storm blew in and dropped a bit up in the peaks… And made it incredibly cold. Brrr. Not a white Christmas per say, but close enough.
So, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! (don’t forget to hang those stockings and put out the milk and cookies.)
Twinkle, Twinkle little star, what a miracle you are, wonder how you ever came to be…
Stars at Christmastime is almost as synonymous as snow and Christmas. Clear, crisp nights with stars so bright you could almost touch them. Little diamonds in the sky. Orion shooting across the sky, trailing Taurus, and Leo chasing him.
Snowy nights with the stars above. Twinkling, twinkling, always twinkling. Yes, stars are winter, and stars are Christmas. And it finally dawned on me the other day, why stars are so important this time of year. It’s all because of one star. The star in the sky that led the wise men to Bethlehem where Jesus was. That was one very important star. The star the shepherds saw in the sky that led them to the stable. The star that remained in the sky for two years, leading those wise men west.
How very important a star can be.
And while I know stars are just flaming balls of hot gas in space, somehow I can’t ever seem to remember that scientific fact when I’m looking up at their magical diamond-ness. No, I just can’t look at it as anything but a magical, very important thing.
I love the stars. I love looking at stars and the constellations. The stars are my ‘friends’. I never can get enough of the night sky. And I think of the majesty contained in those sparkling pinpoints of light. They were put there for a reason, and I thank God for them. Somehow they seem to bring Him just a little bit closer.
William Blake wrote, ‘To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.”
The stars are infinity and eternity.
Anyways, it’s that one star from so long ago that was so important. I have the Gaither Trio’s song in my head. “When they saw the star, they rejoiced with great joy….” It used to be one of my favorites. And at this time of year, as Christians, we rejoice.