Friday, December 28, 2007
Poetic Bookstore Blues
Posted by Robert

Last night, I decided to browse a couple bookstores in my neck of the woods for a good literary journal or poetry collection. For some odd reason, I never seem to learn my lesson about looking for poetry at the big chains. While they have a wonderful selection of about everything else, the poetry section is usually lacking.

While both stores had titles by Maya Angelou, Billy Collins and all the great, late poets, there was little consistency after. For instance, neither store had anything by Bob Hicok (one of my faves). One had no Kooser, the other no Gluck. So yeah, total buzzkill on the poetry collections.

But I figured with racks upon racks of magazines covering everything from farming to home decor that I should at least be able to find a lit journal to get me excited, right? I mean, lit journals are a major section of Writer's Market, after all.

However, the literary section totally let down. It was small. And though size shouldn't matter, most of the journals contained no poetry. The ones with poetry did not sweep me off my feet. Sigh.

I shouldn't be surprised. This happens to me all the time when I visit the chain bookstores--especially around these parts. I just don't understand why they can't stock their magazine racks, at least, with copies of the local lit journals like The Journal or The Cincinnati Review. Is that too much to ask?

Anyway, totally not trying to be a downer right before the New Year and all, but this is why nobody buys poetry. Seriously.

 


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 Thursday, December 27, 2007
Another purpose of poetry: Rememberance
Posted by Robert

"'Everyday Poetry' Honors Dirty War Dead," by Bill Cormier from the Associated Press, discusses Poesia Diaria, edited by Virginia Giannoni, a collection of small notices published in Argentina newspapers called "recordatorios."

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 Sunday, December 23, 2007
Art, poetry and enigma: Giorgio de Chirico
Posted by Robert

When I'm not reading poetry, I love reading those Taschen art biographies. First, artists paint (hehe) interesting lives. Second, the paintings included in the biographies often work as excellent poetry prompts.

I'm reading about Italian painter Giorgio de Chirico at the moment. De Chirico worked as a surrealist and thought his life was connected to that of Friedrich Nietzche. As he found his voice (or do painters find their vision?), de Chirico grew increasingly fascinated with enigma.

Quick quote: "To become truly immortal, a work of art must escape all human limits: logic and common sense will only interfere." -Giorgio de Chirico

There's a lot of truth in this quote by de Chirico. While rules are the foundation of good writing, great writing often bends or breaks the rules slightly. The "imperfection" makes the work memorable and beautiful. It's not always the case, but technically perfect can often be perfectly technical (and boring). So getting back to de Chirico, art must push beyond the logic and common sense of good writing to become great writing.

Anyway, here are two poetry-related de Chirico images:

"The Poet and His Muse"

"The Delights of the Poet"

To get back to one of the reasons I read these art biographies, use these two images to jumpstart your own poem. If you feel so inclined, feel free to share on here.

Happy holidays!

 


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 Friday, December 21, 2007
A happy Christmas to all...
Posted by Nancy

Like many of you, Robert and I will be celebrating Christmas with our families and enjoying other revels over the coming week. Since we're all probably going to be otherwise engaged in various forms of merrymaking, posting at Poetic Asides will be light (if at all).

In the meantime, we wish you a joyful Christmas. And if we don't see you again in 2007, all best wishes for a wonderful 2008.

--Nancy


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 Monday, December 17, 2007
Free Poems vs. Copyright Infringement
Posted by Nancy

There's a battle of opinions regarding copyright at The Guardian. In "You like my poems? So pay for them," British poet Wendy Cope states her case regarding how copyright infringement damages the sales of her work. In "Free verse: getting copyright wrong," Oliver Burkeman counters with his arguments.

Meanwhile, the NYT's, "Crossover Dreams: Turning Free Web Work Into Real Book Sales," describes a few success stories. (No poetry books cited, alas.)

I don't have a dog in this fight, since I don't have poetry sales to worry about. (Yes, I've published a couple of chapbooks, but I give most of those away anyhow.) On the one hand, I sympathize with Cope's concern about people not buying the cow when they're getting the milk for free; but fretting about people e-mailing each other your work? I agree with Burkeman's take that it has the potential to build sales (and name recognition) rather than destroy it. And popular thinking about free online content is that it encourages readers to purchase a book. (As someone who has often been influenced by onlilne content not to buy a book, though, I'm on the fence about this thinking.)

Overall, I agree that poetry needs to be shared freely to help build its audience and promote the poets themselves. I'd hate to see the Copyright Police hovering in cyberspace, waiting to swoop in as soon as Aunt Helga e-mails a poem to Cousin Rusty to inspire him after his wife's cancer diagnosis. (Is it also damaging to sales if we bloggers link to poems on The Academy of American Poets or The Poetry Foundation sites or posted on a poet's own site or blog? Lots of issues when you start peeling back all the layers.) There's always that problem with something going viral without being properly credited to the author, such as this piece.

I prefer to believe a poem well received will lead to a reader investigating more of that poet's work; and after reading several pieces individually online, the reader will decide he/she wants those poems, and more, in one easily accessible place, i.e., within the covers of a book. It's still too early to see how this will play out in the real world, but we can all hope.

--Nancy 


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 Friday, December 14, 2007
8 Things About Robert...
Posted by Robert

...by Robert.

First off, this is the only time I'm going to accommodate one of these "tags" to do a list (all future requests will be ignored--excepting if my mom were ever to actually get online, create her own blog and then tag me, though the chances of that are pretty thin). Second, I'm only doing this one because I was tagged by Nancy's mom from her Lillian's Cupboard blog, which is a nice blog (and yes, that's the tagging rules I've set up for this blog--only mothers of the Poetic Asides founding bloggers can tag me, and, even then, only once per lifetime).

The rules were: When tagged you must linke to the person who tagged you (which I've done above); Post the rules before your list (doing this moment); List 8 random things about yourself (preparing to do); At the end of the post you must tag and link to 8 other people (which I do not plan on doing); Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog, linking back to your meme (again, "not gonna do it").

Here are 8 random things about me:

(drumroll)

1. I have a scar in the middle of my left eye brow from when I was a wee baby and got in a car accident with my father and little brother David. Apparently, this was back when people regularly tore seatbelts out of their vehicles and did not safely secure baby seats. In addition, baby seats weren't put in the back seat automatically (as they are, nowadays). So the story goes that David's seat got flipped in the car accident and was hanging upside down crying his head off, though without any physical damage. Meanwhile, I smacked my head up against the dashboard and began bleeding all over my face but did not cry (probably more a result of some concussion than any "baby toughness").

2. Around the age of eight, I remember volunteering to let the neighborhood "big kid," who was probably like 12 and hanging out with all these kids between the ages of five and eight, powerdrive me into the ground more than 10 times in a row. For those who don't know, a person who is powerdriven is turned upside down and basically dropped onto his head. (Yes, again with the abuse to my head.) It's amazing I did not become some kind of broken neck statistic back in the day.

3. My favorite movie is It's a Wonderful Life. There's a scene near the end that always makes me tear up--even if I only see that scene completely out of context of the rest of the movie. Of course, there's more to me loving that movie than just one scene. It actually has quite a few okay moments throughout.

4. I'm allergic to peppermint. While I can suck on a candy cane without sneezing, biting into peppermint usually causes an "Aaaaaachoo!"

5. I have two sons, ages four and six. They are absolutely wonderful and amaze me constantly.

6. Our department is having a holiday party this afternoon, which is why I've totally gone crazy with the blog posts this morning, I'm sure. Who's ready for some yummy lunch and dessert--and a white elephant gift exchange? Of course, the answer is me.

7. Which reminds me, I would've totally won my 3rd grade elementary school spelling bee if I would've remembered the "w" in answer. I spelled it A-N-S-E-R, and as a result, I had the wrong answer (hahahahaha, that one never gets old--don't laugh).

8. And these 7 reasons all led to me becoming a poet. Basically, it's unavoidable when you have a lot of early head trauma, mild allergic reactions to candy, two children, an upcoming party, 2nd best spelling skills, and a penchant for sappy black and white movies.

Be warned: It could happen to you. Now, my stomach is rumbling, and I'm gonna head on over to party central. Have a great weekend!

 


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A very good instructional book for poets
Posted by Robert

While I don't want to promise that I'll be doing a lot of poetry reviews and critiques and such, I think it makes sense for me to share good things when I happen upon them. The current "good thing" I just finished reading is Ted Kooser's The Poetry Home Repair Manual (Bison Books).

Without getting into metrics or poetic forms, Kooser gives poets a lot of practical instruction on how to write good poetry that will appeal to an audience. In fact, one of Kooser's stronger points is that every poem should be written written with an audience in mind, whether you're writing a poem for dog owners or people who appreciate jazz.

In this book, he also doesn't waste time giving his thoughts on what poetry is and should be: "Poetry is communication, and every word I've written here subscribes to that belief. Poetry's purpose is to reach other people and to touch their hearts. If a poem doesn't make sense to anybody but its author, nobody but its author will care a whit about it. That doesn't mean that your poems can't be cryptic, or elusive, or ambiguous if that's how you want to write, as long as you keep in mind that there's somebody on the other end of the communication."

For poets looking to get published, that's a very important quote, since publication forces the poet to write for three audiences at once. First, poets should always write to satisfy themselves on some level. Second, poets have to write for an editor or team of editors to get their approval. Third, poets have to write for the readers of the publication in question, because editors can love a poem but still not think it fits with their audience (it does happen). Many poets who struggle to get published early in their careers are only writing for that first audience: themselves (myself included).

Anyway, I can't get to all the great instruction Kooser provides in this slim volume that is a quick and delightful read, but here are some highlights:

  • The best explanation of when, why and how to use metaphors and similes I've ever come across
  • Advice on submitting to publications
  • How to deal with line breaks
  • The effects of nouns, verbs, adjectives and adverbs
  • And a lot more

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Spam poetry news
Posted by Robert

"Spam, spam, spam, spam, and poetry," by Charles Fleming from The Los Angeles Times, discusses junk emails and asks whether there is poetry hiding within. Of course, any long time reader of this blog knows the answer is "Yes, of course." In any event, always fun to read about the intersection of Spam Street and Poetry Drive.

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 Thursday, December 13, 2007
A spoof, a poet, and plenty of jargon
Posted by Robert

"Three cheers for the epic poetry of jargon," by Jonathan Guthrie from the Financial Times, applauds the clever use of jargon by businesses to discourage further correspondence with clients. While this kind of "poetry" is great for businesses, it should be stated that poets will likely have the same effect on their readers if their poems are filled with an obscure personal jargon: Effectively, writers will cut off further correspondence with their readers. While business jargon could add a bit of authenticity to a poem, use with caution.

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"Report Reveals All Poetry is Rubbish," by Amateur Writer from Spoof.com, is a spoof on the importance of poetry reporting on a "1500 page report titled Poetry: Really, what is the Point?" If you're easily offended by poet or poetry put-downs, I would not recommend reading this "fake" report. But if you need a good laugh on a Thursday morning, you've probably already clicked on the link.

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"A poet forged in heartbreak," by Don Aucoin from The Boston Globe, profiles poet Afaa Michael Weaver, a former factory worker, who is now hitting his stride on the national scene, including a cover spot on this month's Poets & Writers. Interesting read, for sure.

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 Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Found poem, and an elegy...
Posted by Nancy

My sister forwarded an e-mail to me last night that contained her kids' thank-you notes for gifts they received from their aunt and uncle in St. Louis. My four-year-old niece's dictated note struck me as a "found" poem. (My sister describes my niece's dictation as "a stream of consciousness thank you note," but much of my niece's ramblings are like that.)

It's not that I find my niece's note cute; I envy her ability to be so disjointed and random. It all works together somehow. I don't tend to think like that (I'm not sure I did as a child, either). That's probably why I simply can't write avant-garde or experimental poetry. My mind doesn't work that way.

I broke my niece's note into lines to make a small poem of it. I'm sure if she could read she'd abhor my editing--this kid knows she knows what's best, always.

Appreciation

Thank you for doing that. 
If you like I will say
come here one day and that
can be the day. Today
can be a lot of pretty days. 
I hope it doesn't rain or snow tonight. 
And it's not going to snow today
or if it doesn't and then if it does... 
sometimes you can play a game. 
 
Thank you for the present
and give me another one some day
if you make another one. 
And if a bear catches up with you,
don't worry, just get out
and try to get it off like this bear,
just pull it apart. 
And if you don't care,
I like you.


Robert wrote here about elegies. This morning on the way to work I heard a song that turned my thoughts elegiac. This is for a friend I used to work with at Gibson Greetings.


December Elegy for Lara

Lara insisted: The Christmas season
didn't start officially
until she'd heard WEBN play Bruce's
"Santa Claus is Comin' to Town."
One random day in early December
we'd look up from our desks
to see Lara dancing down the aisle.
She wore her traditional hat, a braided
fabric Christmas wreath. It sat
on her head like a Magi's turban.
Then Lara went back to her cubicle
and her headphones, and we went
back to work.

This morning on the car radio
I heard that familiar jingling intro,
the cold wind along the boardwalk,
and then Bruce and Clarence getting down.
Suddenly Lara shimmied before me.
Her braided wreath turban was woven
with a crown of stars.

--Nancy

 


 
 


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 Friday, December 07, 2007
Elegy--Poem for the End
Posted by Robert

Earlier this year, I wrote about a post about epitaphs. At that time, I made the decision to not combine them with elegies.

An elegy is a song of sorrow or mourning--often for someone who has died. However, poets being an especially creative and contrary group have also written elegies for the ends of things, whether a life, a love affair, a great era, a football season, etc.

While there are such things as elegiac couplets and elegiac stanzas, form does not rule an elegy; content is king (or queen) when writing elegies.

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Here are some examples:

"Elegy in Present Tense," by Nancy Krygowski

"Elegy Written in a Country Courtyard," by Thomas Gray

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Here's some more on elegies:

Wikipedia entry

Academy of American Poets entry


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Missouri's search for a poet laureate and a 'lyrical terrorist'
Posted by Robert

"Jury reads prose penned by 'lyrical terrorist,'" by Claire Truscott and agencies from Guardian Unlimited, reports on Samina Malik, who dubs herself a "lyrical terrorist." As a result of her poetry (including a piece called "How to Behead"), Malik received a 9-month suspended jail term for violations of anti-terrorism legislation.

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"Search for First Missouri Poet Laureate Continues," by Laura Spencer from KCUR news, reports that 137 poets have been nominated to be the first Missouri poet laureate. Assuming no other state leapfrogs them, Missouri will be the 42nd state to establish a poet laureate post.

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 Thursday, December 06, 2007
Random Holiday Gift List Prompt
Posted by Nancy

Since the holiday season is in full swing (with Hanukkah and St. Nicholas this week alone), here's a prompt for some seasonally oriented writing.

This exercise is for a kind of list poem. Start each line with "Because I received [fill in the blank]," then write a result of receiving that gift. For some very cliche examples:

Because I received the Easy Bake Oven Mom said was too expensive, I knew Santa Clause must be real.

Because I received a lump of coal from my girlfriend as a gag gift, I suspected she might be suppressing her anger with me.

Because I received a pickled frog from an old chemistry set from Uncle Tolouse, everything I'd heard my parents say about him made sense.

Because I received nothing from my sister for eighteen years, I was shocked when she handed me a wrapped gift.

And so on. You get the idea.

Don't think too much about each statement as you write it, especially the reaction. Just get as many statements down on paper as you can. You can refine this as a list poem made up of these statements (looking for common themes, building to a final line that pulls it all together, etc.); or you can generate a new list poem or a cause-and-effect poem developed from the one line you choose. For instance:

Because I received nothing from my sister
for eighteen years, I was shocked
when she handed me a wrapped gift.

Because she handed me a wrapped gift,
I felt awkward and angry
without something for her in return.

Because I felt awkward and angry,
I scowled at the gift
and said, "What in the hell is this?"

Because I scowled and said, "What
in the hell is this?", my sister
looked hurt in a way I'd never seen before.

Because my sister looked hurt
in a way I'd never seen before, I
wanted to curl up inside myself and die.

Because I wanted to curl up and die,
I couldn't tell my sister she'd surpised me--
and touched me.

Because I couldn't tell my sister
she'd surprised and touched me,
she turned away without saying anything.

Because she turned away without saying anything,
the moment melted like sooty snow
on the foyer floor.

Or something like that.

You could also render the poem down to the "effects" of each line (although I kind of like the rhythm of the repetition). Here's how the above lines would read if I cut them down:

Because I received nothing from my sister
for eighteen years, I was shocked
when she handed me a wrapped gift.
I felt awkward and angry
without something for her in return.
I scowled at the gift
and said, "What in the hell is this?"
My sister looked hurt in a way
I'd never seen before. I wanted
to curl up inside myself and die.
I couldn't tell my sister
she'd surpised me--and touched me.
She turned away
without saying anything. The moment
melted like sooty snow
on the foyer floor.

Try it every which way and see what you come up with.

Happy writing!

--Nancy

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 Monday, December 03, 2007
Poets Hiding in Their Closets
Posted by Robert

Scanning the poetry news today, I came across "Author reveals his 'secret life' writing poetry," by Lisa Pierce from The Advocate. It's about a poetry event for John Phillip Santos' poetry collection Songs Older Than Any Known Singer (Wings Press).

In the article, Santos says, "Once I moved to New York and began making television shows (the act of writing poetry) became even more private. I was working at CBS News for the first years in New York and it just wasn't something you told your colleagues openly about."

Through the years, I've spoken with many poets who've shared this sentiment where it's okay to be a poet around other poets. But in the everyday life, these same poets are afraid to reveal they're poets around "regular folk" (who may or may not be poets themselves).

I'm often guilty of this myself. In my Clark Kent life, I'm a mild-mannered editor of Writer's Market with two sons and a love of outdoor activities (running, disc golfing, hiking, etc.). But at night, when even crime (or rhyme?) is sleeping, I break out the pen and composition notebook and craft poems with wild abandon as Superman. In the morning, I put my Clark Kent spectacles back on, part my hair in the other direction, and trade in my tights for business casual. If the "regular folk" mention poets or poetry, I usually just give an all-knowing smile without revealing my identity.

Why?!?

Why do poets feel this way? Are poets generally thought of as bad people who should not be around children or small dogs? Are poets considered outcasts who are never invited to social gatherings? I'm pretty sure the answer is no--yet, many poets (myself included, mind you) feel the need to hide their identities around the "regular folk." These are the same "regular folk" most poets lament don't read poetry. Hmmm...

Maybe we should be more open about our identities as poets. Maybe everyone should scrawl that down as a New Year resolution heading into 2008. Put it after reading and writing more poetry past the witching hour.

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In the meantime, read this excellent article by Nancy for Writer's Digest magazine: "The 21st Century Poet."

In it, Nancy goes over a survey conducted by the Poetry Foundation and says, "While we should be most concerned with writing poetry, not who we are as poets, I can't help but think more people would read our work if they realized we're right there waiting in the dentist's office, cheering during our kids' soccer games, getting our tires rotated, walking the dog in the park, comparing the prices of canned beans in Aisle 5 and buying a cup of coffee at the convenience store."

Right on!


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