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 Tuesday, April 28, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 28
Posted by Robert
Apparently, Day 27's comments were wiped clean sometime last night. Please re-paste your poem in the comments for Day 27. (Click here to go to Day 27's prompt.) I apologize for the inconvenience, but luckily, we're only a few days from the finish line.
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After today, we'll have made it 4 weeks into the month. Only 2 days left! Of course, being so close to the end, I have to throw in a special challenge, right?
For today's prompt, I want you to write a sestina. (Click here to find out the rules for sestinas.) So start figuring out your 6 end words and get writing.
But wait! Today is Tuesday, so you have one other option. You can write a poem about the sestina (your love, hate, frustration with, etc.).
Whether you decide to write a sestina or write about sestinas, remember to have fun. We're almost done!
Here's my attempt for the day:
"The green cactus"
This morning, I found a cactus beneath the desk lamp on my desk. It's made of plastic, the cactus. Somehow these things just happen. I have my usual suspects,
though I'm not sure they suspect I know about the cactus, not yet. My boys were happening to hang around my lamp just yesterday. This is how boys lose toys made of plastic
then expect new ones. Whether by plastic or cash. I stash the suspect toy in a file cabinet. How long will I hide the cactus? Who knows? The heat of my lamp could've melted it. I happen
to think that could happen, though I'm not certain of plastic and its melting point beneath desk lamps. Maybe I'm guilty of suspecting too much. It's only a cactus, and I'm sure that's exactly how
I was as a boy. That's how behavior passes, and they happen to have a forgetful father with a cactus made of cheap, green plastic. My mind is as suspect as anyone's held under a lamp
and analyzed. Read my palm to suggest the what and how of dealing with little male suspects who love me and just happen to leave their little plastic toys as offerings. This little cactus,
sweet cactus, re-emerge beneath my lamp in your skin of plastic. Show how a father can return a love never suspect. Poetic Forms | Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Tuesday, April 28, 2009 12:51:25 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Monday, April 27, 2009
Interview With Poet Laurel Snyder
Posted by Robert
Interesting (maybe only to me) story: This interview with Laurel Snyder came about after Laurel responded to one of my "tweets" on Twitter. (By the way, you can follow me there at http://twitter.com/robertleebrewer.) Yes, social networking really can benefit all writers--even (or maybe especially) poets.
In 2007, No Tell Books published Laurel Snyder's collection, The Myth of the Simple Machines. No stranger to publishing, Laurel has published several books with her recent titles for children, including Inside the Slidy Diner (Tricycle Press).
Here's one of my favorite poems from The Myth of the Simple Machines:
The Truth
Listen. My grandmother died and we burned her
up in a fire but when we went to dump her ashes in water--because water is cool and makes us feel
better--she refused to be put under. She floated
until my uncle held her down. He forced her--to swallow the end and the water to swallow her body. Then we drove
away quick. Didn't stare too long at the spot. She was
horrible, my grandmother, and that's the truth, though my uncle pretended. "She was a good old girl, just
the dog done lost her bite." But no. "But no she
never did," we told him. If only she had. The witch. There she was--rising, biting at us from the very end.
Trying to claw her way to beyond her welcome, which
died about the time she began. It's a terrible thing-- hatred. Of family, the dead, water that isn't heavy enough
to pull things down and keep them. "I love you," I said to her as she died.
"Yes, but you love lots of people," she growled back faintly. "Not enough," I should've told her then, "nowhere near."
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What are you currently up to?
Tonight? I'm playing a desperate game of catch-up with several little deadlines, eating half a roast beef sandwich, listening for the kids to wake up screaming (which they do EVERY night), and then, at last, going to bed with a copy of Searching for Mercy Street, which is awesome, and totally messing with my head.
You write poetry and children's books. So when you start writing, how do you know you're working on a poem or a children's book?
Hmm. In the beginning, I didn't. Back when I started writing for kids, the genres blended together a lot. Prose poems would become picture books, and stories would turn into poems. Most of them messy and unacceptable to everyone. Nowadays, I have a clearer sense for what I can actually sell as a book for kids. And that tends to limit some of what I'm doing (though I try not to let it). But there's still some back and forth, and lines I snip from my novels often make their way into my poems.
Do you consider yourself a children's book writer who writes poetry, or a poet who writes children's books?
This is a hard question for me right now. Inside myself, I'm a poet. I always have been, pretty much. I think in lines, in forms, and with the kind of attraction to language that we call poetry. But as time goes by, and I do more and more books that aren't poetry, it only makes sense that others will see the poetry as secondary. I haven't stopped writing poems, but a book of poems is a lot harder to sell than anything else in the world. I'm not even sending out my current manuscript.
There's a storytelling element to your poems. Did you grow up around stories?
I think everyone grows up around stories. But I absolutely did, and more than that, I grew up around fables. I'm very interested in mythology, allegory, fairy tale. The idea of narrative as inherently more. I spent a lot of college reading Eastern European poetry, and I think that reinforced my sense of fable as poetry.
How do you handle the submission process?
I don't do a very good job of it lately. I just submitted a poem to an anthology this month, because it was something that I desperately wanted to be part of. But I no longer take a terribly organized aproach to submissions. Partly because my current manuscript is a lot of tiny poems, and they don't work well as stand-alones. So I'm kind of building up the steam to send the book out as a whole. In general though, I try really hard not to submit to magazines I don't actually read. Which means, increasingly, that I submit to online magazines.
What do you feel makes a great poem?
I think a really great poem has two things--a veneer of accesibility (whether narrative structure, playful language, an emotional hook, a huge image, whatever). Something a reader can grab onto. Something that functions as an entry point. And then the requirement for a second/ third/fourth/ fifth read. I'm not interested in work that's only pleasurable or evocative or lyrical. But I also have very little time for work that doesn't grab me.
Who have you been reading recently?
I've been going back to Sexton and Plath, neither of whom (I'm embarassed to say) I've ever read seriously . I loved them in high school, and sort of dismissed them after, BECAUSE I'd loved them in high school. Isn't that silly? As a woman and mother and someone interested in myth and storytelling, this seems insane.
If you could pass on only one piece of advice to fellow poets, what would it be?
Lighten up. The things that matter--like the poems themselves, and the community you build around yourself to support this crazy thing you do--aren't going anywhere just because you don't win a contest or get into a certain magazine or a certain university job. I think the academic world we've pushed poetry into is problematic, and the rewards are easily quantifiable, and that brings a heavyness to the business of writing. Which limits what we write about and how we write. Which is sad. When I had my kids, and stopped teaching adjunct, I kind of gave up on all of that, and I've been happier ever since. Though I do feel like a goof at AWP, with no affiliation to claim. But what can I do--it's a good party!
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You can learn more about Laurel Snyder at http://laurelsnyder.com/.
Also, you can check out her publisher, No Tell Books, at http://www.notellbooks.org/.
And, while researching Laurel, I found this interview by my co-worker/boss, Alice Pope at her CWIM blog: http://cwim.blogspot.com/2009/01/blogger-of-week-laurel-snyder.html
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If you're a poet or publisher interested in an interview, check this out.
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Monday, April 27, 2009 10:54:48 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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April PAD Challenge: Day 27
Posted by Robert
After today, we'll be just three days away from closing out this challenge. 3 days! We're so very, very close. I know we can do it.
For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem of longing. You or someone (or something) else should be pining for someone or something. Maybe a cat is longing to get outside the house. Maybe a teenager is longing to get away from his or her small town. And, of course, there's always the longing poem of love.
Here's my attempt for the day:
"The Librarian"
She stands beside a bookshelf over- whelmed by so many exposed spines. She creates stories she'd like to read that haven't been written. Then, she struggles to get the words right. Maybe tomorrow will be better, she thinks. But she knows, she knows. She knows yesterday is a prediction for tomorrow. The clever and cute boy who doesn't let it get to his head never appears beside her desk. Her shirt forgets the body it's holding until she disappears behind her glasses, a sweater and flower-print skirt. Personal Updates | Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Monday, April 27, 2009 2:30:34 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Sunday, April 26, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 26
Posted by Robert
For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem involving miscommunication. It can be miscommunication between two people or misinterpretation of some sort. I will leave it up to you guys to deal with it however you want.
Here is my attempt for the day:
"If Shakespeare taught us anything, it's that it doesn't take much to flip a picture upside down"
"Can you smash the yellow jacket for me," she asks. He says, "What's wrong with your birthday present? I saved to buy it after you said you wanted it." He pushes her off him. Just seconds ago, they were talking about the fools who think they're rushing things. "Really? You're an idiot," she says, "I was just asking a question." He clenches his fists and says, "And now you're calling me names, too." "Listen: I wasn't talking about my yellow jacket but that bee which, like our happy moment, has now wandered off never to return." Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Sunday, April 26, 2009 2:37:26 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Saturday, April 25, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 25
Posted by Robert
Only 5 more days left to go!
For today's prompt, I want you to pick an event; make that event the title of your poem; and then write a poem. Think birthday. Think holiday. Think whatever.
Here is my attempt for the day (which will give you a pretty good idea about what I have planned for the day):
"NFL Draft Party"
Fans of every franchise watch and hope the front office people are as smart as them. They say, "Pass on the flashy guy with red flags and take the sure thing," all the while admitting there's not a sure thing; each pick is full of potential.
Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Saturday, April 25, 2009 2:13:31 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Friday, April 24, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 24
Posted by Robert
Sorry for the late posting time this morning. Computer issues. In fact, I hope this attempt to post actually goes through before it crashes again. :)
For today's prompt, I want you to write a travel-related poem. It can be human travel, the migration of swallows, the trafficking of drugs, etc. Some sort of movement from point A to point B.
Here's my attempt for the day:
"Should"
Fog fills the valley so that he can't see her little village. She should be making her way to him, but he won't know until she does. He imagines her determined face, body bent forward and legs still moving. Just then, a bird lifts out of the fog and on out of sight.
Personal Updates | Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Friday, April 24, 2009 2:43:40 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Thursday, April 23, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 23
Posted by Robert
After today's poem, we'll just be a week away from completion! Can you dig it? I don't know if you're the same as I am, but I've found doing this prompts actually encourages me to write more during the month. I've probably written at least 30-40 first draft poems and/or random lines for poems that aren't posted on the blog. It's like each morning's prompt and poem is a jumpstart to thinking for the rest of the day.
For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem of regret. Get creative with this one, but there should be some form of regret either expressed or hinted at (even if ever so slightly). You do NOT have to use the word "regret" in the poem, though it's fine if you do.
Here's my attempt for the day:
"The Stupid Things We Do"
Where to go from here: Keys locked in the car with her 2-year-old strapped in his seat and crying himself red with her new cell phone in center console, she knows she cannot enter her house with out breaking windows or abandoning her little baby.
Personal Updates | Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Thursday, April 23, 2009 1:55:07 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Wednesday, April 22, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 22
Posted by Robert
For today's prompt, I want you to write a work-related poem. Work doesn't have to be the main feature of the poem, but I want you to "work" it in somehow. And remember: There are different types of work. Of course, there are the activities that gain you fortune and fame (or not), but then, there's also housework, exercise, volunteering, etc. I'm sure you'll "work" it out.
Here's my attempt for the day:
"Dream job"
In the dream, he can't open his eyes or his e-mail messages. The dream dictionary he bought at the thrift store has no answers; but, in his dream, he also almost won a prize, which suggests he'll almost be successful in his current endeavors. Maybe more important: Why was he shopping at a thrift store anyway? He could blame the economy or the price of healthcare, but he really enjoys hunting for discarded treasures--he'd still haunt these stores even if he won the lottery. In fact, he would still work the same job that gives him nightmares, because these things are the things he loves.
Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Wednesday, April 22, 2009 1:06:01 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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Interview With Poet Sage Cohen
Posted by Robert
Sage Cohen is the author of Writer's Digest Books' most recent poetry title, Writing the Life Poetic. She's also the author of Like the Heart, the World (Queen of Wands Press). She's taught poetry at universities, hospitals and writing conferences as well as online. As principal of Sage Communications, Cohen writes the words that connect businesses with the people they want to reach.
Though I admit I'm usually suspicious of self-published titles (Queen of Wands Press is Sage's own press, named after one of the poems in the collection), both Tammy and myself found her collection Like the Heart, the World to be a great read. Here's one of my favorites:
The Irony of the Small Horn
Paul says the Great American Music Hall should be called The Great European Music Hall.
Its gold flourishes and imperial balcony feel more like something you'd yearn for from across the ocean.
Nothing is named right in this world. I don't know what to call Paul's body against mine.
Dancing, maybe, but that's not enough. It's more like a question before it is born
gathering force among the margins of what is already known or believed.
Paul has his hand on my stomach where my shirt rides up and I press into the beat coming through his chest.
My hips rotate with the room. Singular surrenders to plural. Sweat and smoke and beer and bodies pulse in the darkness.
The music is a fire. Dancing is the flame. We all depend on each other to burn.
Paul points out the enormous man playing the tiny trumpet. All the big guys have small horns, we agree.
This poem was supposed to be about that. About the trumpet, because that was how Paul and I planned it.
But nothing ever turns out the way you think it will. The music ends, and then it's time to go home.
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What are you up to?
National Poetry Month has been great fun over here. I've launched my Writing the Life Poetic book tour by speaking at a few chapters of Willamette Writers and appearing on a variety of writing blogs throughout the month. It's week five of my six-week Poetry for the People online class, and my students have been dazzling me with their dedication and fine poems. My full-time "day job" of marketing communications consultant is clipping right along, and I've been dedicating every scrap of free time to your Poem-A-Day Challenge. Because my son Theo has been waking up every two hours or so throughout the night for the past seven months, I'm in a perpetual sleep-deprivation daze that I've decided to embrace as a poetic state of mind.
Like the Heart, the World is a self-published title. Why did you choose this route of publication?
Before deciding to self publish, I spent about a year sending my manuscript out to publication contests. It placed as finalist or semi-finalist four times, which was exciting. That was enough validation for me...I didn't want to spend any more time waiting for someone to choose my book for publication. I felt a sense of urgency to have that body of work in the world, and to have it look and feel exactly the way I wanted. I've spent years creating marketing communications materials for clients, and I always enjoy the opportunity to design and produce my own pieces. So I hired my favorite illustrator/designer to layout the book and create the cover, and within a few months, had a finished product in my hands.
What do you think is the most rewarding part of self-publishing your collection? What do you consider the most challenging?
It was very empowering deciding that my book was ready to be born, and then making it happen. The poems in Like the Heart, the World span more than 15 years and reflect time periods and thematic cycles in my life that felt complete. With this publication, I feel that they've been well honored, which gives me more breathing room to embrace the poems of this life chapter. There really haven't been any challenges or regrets.
I hope that my experience will remind other poets who feel helpless about the poetry publishing waiting process that they have options. We can decide when our manuscripts are ready to go forth into the world as books, and we can do that however we like...the traditionally prescribed way or our own way.
You've taught poetry at universities, hospitals, and writing conferences. What's the most common question you receive? What's your answer?
While the questions take many different forms, what people studying poetry seem to universally need is permission to write poems--and encouragement about their capacity to do so. I see my role as a mirror...I reflect back to my students what is powerful and true in what they are doing so they can have more fun and be more successful doing it.
Why should a poet buy a copy of Writing the Life Poetic?
The craft of poetry has been well documented in a variety of books that offer a valuable service to serious writers striving to become competent poets. Now it’s time for a poetry book that does more than lecture from the front of the classroom. Writing the Life Poetic was written to be a contagiously fun adventure in writing. Through an entertaining mix of insights, exercises, expert guidance and encouragement, I hope to get readers excited about the possibilities of poetry––and engaged in a creative practice. Leonard Cohen says: "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." My goal is that Writing the Life Poetic be the flame fueling the life well lived.
Practicing poets, aspiring poets, and teachers of writing in a variety of settings can use Writing the Life Poetic to write, read, and enjoy poems. Both practical and inspirational, it will leave readers with a greater appreciation for the poetry they read and a greater sense of possibility for the poetry they write.
Like the Heart, the World is broken into three sections (New York, San Francisco, and Portland). How important is location to your writing?
I wouldn't say that location is important to my writing, per se, but that the writing processes that I chose in each of the cities I lived seemed to yield a kind of poetry that resonated with that particular place. In New York, I walked everywhere and carried a small, handheld tape recorder where I whispered my little slivers of street-sightings and trash tracings. Then I'd transcribe these observations into the computer later and write from there. In San Francisco, I had a regular rhythm of freewriting (in longhand, in notebooks) in cafes, often while listening to live acoustic music. These days, I have somewhat of a hybrid of my previous two practices. I carry 3x5" index cards everywhere and write down everything that comes—usually while hiking in a rainforest or taking a bath. As a result, the New York poems often echo urban alienation and are laced with street grit. The San Francisco poems are often thematically and craft-wise a little looser and more musical and the Portland poems feel to me watery and deeply green.
Do you have a favorite poetic form?
I'm fascinated by haiku. This form represents to me the quintessential art of compression that poetry asks of us: to reveal a panoramic truth in a thin, velum layer of words.
Who are you currently reading?
Tess Gallagher, Paulann Petersen, Mari L'Esperance, Jack Gilbert, Jericho Brown, Jay Leeming.
If you could pass on only one piece of advice to your fellow poets, what would it be?
Welcome what comes. The poems choosing you are the ones that need to be written. Don't judge them or worry if they're "important" enough. Your poems will teach you who you are as a poet and a person. Just follow the golden thread and let them write you.
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If you wish to learn more about Sage Cohen, check out her website at www.sagesaidso.com.
Or you can stop by her blog at www.writingthelifepoetic.typepad.com.
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009 5:09:52 AM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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 Tuesday, April 21, 2009
April PAD Challenge: Day 21
Posted by Robert
We're now 3 weeks into April! And to celebrate, we get a 2-for-Tuesday prompt. Hurrah!
Here are the two prompts for the day (you only need to choose one, unless you're all about pushing yourself to the limit):
1. Write a haiku. The haiku is not just a form but a genre of poetry. (Click here to read more about the haiku.) People sometimes go into writing a haiku and end up with a senryu or a faux-ku, but it's all good (and all poetry).
2. Write about the haiku. I know there are some poets (in this very group even) who are anti-form. So, I'm giving them the option to write their anti-haiku manifestos. Of course, if you pay attention to this 2nd prompt, it doesn't need to be anti-haiku; your poem could be questioning or even praising the haiku. Or something.
Here's my attempt for the day:
Flower blossoms covering the car hood; hidden bird poop.
Poetry Challenge 2009 | Poetry Prompts
Tuesday, April 21, 2009 1:09:16 PM (GMT Daylight Time, UTC+01:00)
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