Expedition into 2014

I’m getting ready to write something important to me and, of course, that means I’m procrastinating.  A nicer way to look at it is that I’m attacking the beast from the side.

After several weeks of a trickling work flow, I called a stop and told myself to go back to doing something a little productive, and less daunting.

I have a stack of hand-written semi-professional writing journals spanning roughly the last 5 years that need transcription into an e-form.  Why?

  1. Find and Destroy evidence of any stupidity.
  2. Salvage any ideas that I can develop.
  3. Retain a relevant chronicle of myself – the stuff that I think will be important for me to remember in years to come, even if it means keeping some of my stupidity.
  4. Purge the remaining fluff.

Transcribing old journals is like cleaning out and reorganizing your closet.  What kind of closet you have depends on what kind of journal you keep.  Is it for a specific project?  Is it emotional therapy?  Stream-of-consciousness?  The main purpose of a journal for this writer is to observe my day for anything I might be able to grow as an idea.  That’s the goal.  Usually starts with ranting.

So, transcribing journals is a good job to take on while I’m procrastinating.  It can lead to a forgotten idea or lead me back to the roots of my current ideas.  There is a high risk of wallowing in the past while transcribing and I need to be mindful not to linger anywhere too long; try to look at the content with detachment.  If a good idea from the past cannot help me look at my present or future with some difference, such ideas are impossible to activate and therefore useless baubles.

Yesterday, I was digging through 2014, dealing with the mind of a girl trying to hammer out a small book of poems – and as always, herself.  I had some funny moments during the transcription.  One where I thought I was brilliant.  Declared myself my own biggest fan – which I know is a very small club – but was proud to lead, at least, yesterday.  It’s a great feeling to not recognize something that I wrote and to think, ‘Hey, that was pretty good!”

And then there were the many other moments when I thought I sounded and looked (due to the quality of the handwriting) like a lunatic.  Must have been my stream of consciousness exercises where I was just throwing out things that came to mind without any context.  Thinking of George Harrison from the Beatles when I write that.  He said in an interview that after taking LSD he realized expanding his mind through chemicals was limited and there had to be a better way without them.  And if a Beatle said that, then you know it must be true … (just kidding).  My point is that journaling is a very healthy and chemical-free way of not so much expanding your mind but exploring your mind, your subconscious and your soul – if you believe in that sort of thing.  Go as far out as you want.

Through journaling, I’ve had a life-long and close friendship with myself which I believe translates into stronger self-awareness than people who don’t.  Through transcribing this friendship, I return to lessons I’ve forgotten, and as a result, I don’t need to wonder why I continue to repeat into my present day.  But it’s not just a nice feeling — it’s a useful feeling — to find that I can still respect and enjoy where I have been despite my mistakes.

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Ali’s Song: an old call for peace re-Activated

The latest poet to be featured on the lyw Youtube channel is a peace activist.  Michael R. Burch has many other titles but the selected poems that have been translated into lywtube all sound this particular chord.

Ironically, I received the green light from Mr. Burch to illustrate his poems about the same time that PBS ran their Vietnam War documentary series by Ken Burns and Lynn Novak; a series that showed people from all different sides of that war who were so sure they were right at one time and not so sure at the end.  It is a very well-rounded and thorough documentary guaranteed to make me shamefully thankful that I don’t know war and hate to that extreme.

The poems, like this documentary series, do not make me regret taking time for very somber subject matter.  I consider it a privilege.  They remind me that the world is still healing from a past that we inherited.  The poet and the film-makers presented the subjects through intimate, human perspective, like meeting an injured family member who needs me to listen and care for him/her rather than some cold horror being reported on the evening news.

The first poetry video, Ali’s Song, is a poem that depicts Muhammad Ali’s stand against the draft into the Vietnam War and for equality.  The second poetry video, Survivors, is a short yet powerful perspective on the definition of a survivor.  The third, Something, is a poem dedicated to the children of the Holocaust and Nakba.  The first poetry video is loud, rhythmical and strong.  The other two are shorter but slower and quiet.

Ali’s Song … I hesitate to summarize anything about Muhammad Ali or his relationship with his country.  However, that stand he made makes a great ruler to measure oneself by.  Read the story (a version), ask yourself what or who you think was right?  What was wrong?  What would you have done?  He had so many people telling him he was wrong and so many reasons to doubt his decision.  And if he ever did, he didn’t show it.

I hope that I should be so ready to take as strong a stand as he did when an equally important choice is presented to me — and, that I am not wrong in my decisions.  That’s just it, isn’t it?  Yeah, we need more champions today, for sure, but with information being so suspect these days, how do we make sure what we do is right?

Ali’s public image as a heavyweight champion didn’t leave much room for talk about his soul and relationship with God but I think he would have really liked the references in this poem dedicated to him.

The other two poetry videos speak for themselves.  They may be a lot quieter and slower than Ali and Ali’s Song but they are just as strong.

I would like to invite you to please check out these new poetry videos on the lyw channel. The text is best viewed in the highest HD setting in Youtube.

Ali’s Song, a poem by Michael R. Burch:

2. Survivors, a poem by Michael R. Burch:

3. Something, a poem by Michael R. Burch:

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Reading the text of Alicia Jo Rabins

Alicia Jo Rabins is a writer, musician, composer, performer and Torah teacher.   She is one of the first poets featured on the lyw Youtube channel who dips directly and deeply into religion.  In these featured pieces you will find some very nice, sharp balances :  the big story – fragmented; a guide to life made personal, individual and introspective; ancient echoes of the past aligned with a modern life.

The poem, Florida, especially rang this way for me.  At first, it seems a simple poem about an individual and common feeling of longing, however, now I consider it a look at a society that has learned to desire shiny baubles in such a profound way.

In the second poetry video, Ancient Studies: Coliseum Ghosts, the poet seems to be reconciling ancient wisdom with modern reality.  I do not know the Torah and it is clear she writes about something very specific.  But what did I find in this poem?  A quiet character thinking about how time stretches connects her present life to old wisdom and how well they align.  Also, I easily indulged the poem to be that of a writer, like myself, trying to write worth her salt today while minding the legacy of the masters before her.  It’s a fine balance to learn from your masters and also have the courage to be your own.

I invite you to please enjoy these two poetry videos on the lyw Youtube channel your way.

1. Florida – Alicia Jo Rabins

2. Ancient Studies: Coliseum Ghosts – Alicia Jo Rabins

the Lit Twit: a poetry campaign on Twitter

So ima gonna tweet once a weekday for a month; see if I can’t blow out or up a decent tune about poetry.

To date, I have only used Twitter as a supplementary tool to my blog.  But no longer!  The bird will take centre-stage on September 4, marking the beginning of a little poetry campaign through Twitter.  I’ve renamed my Twitter account to the Lit Twit in honour of the campaign.  During the Lit Twit campaign, I will tweet a couple lines of poetry (classical, contemporary and obscure), ending each week with the persistent question: Why do We Read / Write Poetry?  A question that is open to anybody’s answer.

Let’s face it, Twitter is pretty severe for writers.  WORDY writers, if that’s what you want to call me.  140 character limit?  Why bother?  Was my common thought.

But you know what I’ve learned to love about this limitation?  I can amplify a piece of poetry that would not have nearly the same volume within the body of a larger whole.  In fact, an isolated line of poetry in the frame of a tweet becomes almost like a visual message.

Poems tend to literally look a lot alike – a column with the right side in a waving line if you don’t justify your text.  The longer and denser the poem, the more it looks like nothing more than a big column, never mind the text.  And quite honestly, since I have a generational sickness of a short attention span, I am less inclined to dig in when poetry looks like that.

I chipped off a piece of a big marble column and presented that instead of the whole column it would certainly have a more unique shape and the size would be less daunting.  That piece’s texture and particular veins might become more striking by this isolation.  A small piece of poetry can often feel very big.

And it’s not like a haiku.  I’ve cut a piece of poetry out of a larger whole.   The places where I cut enhance the viewer/reader experience, especially if you stop to imagine what the rest of the column must have looked like; what the rest of the poem might have been saying.

All the living and at large poets who have granted me permission to recreate their poetry on Youtube have also granted permission to quote their work during this campaign.  George Elliott Clarke, the Parliamentary Poet Laureate of Canada, included.  We affectionately tweet him as GEC.  I want to publicly thank him again for being so supportive.  And the pieces that I struck from his larger poems, are really going to sing as tweets.

During this campaign, I’m also going to share my love for some masterful poets that until a few years ago were unknown to me.

Do you know Adunis?  Aka Alī Aḥmad Saʿīd ‘Isbar?  Can’t believe I stumbled upon one of his poems by accident a couple of years ago and he could have easily gone unnoticed my whole life.  Today, I am a large and growing fan.  It amazes me how his work can be both simple and complex at the same time.  His poetry feels alive and moving.  Flows like thoughts from my own head but shares, clearly, somebody else’s experience.

And Mr. Gerard Manley Hopkins?  Spellbinder. That’s what I call him.  Read Windhover loud and out loud and, hopefully, you get something of what I did from that poem.  Can’t believe I’d never read his work until a few years ago as well.

So, some classical, some ‘obscure’ (to me anyway), some contemporary and some GEC all in a month of poetweeting.

If you are into Twitter and poetry, or think you could be, please find this campaign at #LillianYWong (aka the Lit Twit) starting September 4!

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light bulb image c/o Alvaro Serrano at Unsplash.com

Links to the works of some of our campaign’s featured poets:

drums, electric guitar and See Wern Hao

See Wern Hao is the latest, living and active poet to grant me permission to recreate two pieces of his poetry as video on Youtube.  Given his penchant for quoting popular music as inspiration for his work both poetic pieces are complimented with dramatic, rock-esque music.

Promoting poetry on Youtube is still a slow build for me but these young, vital poets keep me going.  While pursuing a degree in law and liberal arts, See Wern Hao is keeping his lit lit by participating in the 2017 Singapore Writers Festival and scattering his work, like seeds, over the fields of social media and online journals.  He is everything that I think a young writer should be: active, available, smart, keeping busy and out of trouble.  I totally made up the last part.  I have no idea how much trouble he gets into.  I do know that when I was in school, I spent a little too much of my time ‘doing something close to nothing, but different than the day before’ [quote from Raspberry Beret, Prince].  I also held the immature idea back then that all I needed to do to be a great writer was hone my craft — which included getting into interesting experiences to write about — and somehow and someway, publishers would find my talent like a beacon calling out to them.  I was not nearly as active or in tune to my other options as Mr. Hao.

I also don’t know for a fact that See Wern Hao is all the things that I claim he is.  I say it because I see it in the body of work that he has produced of himself online.  I see it in his commitment to his poetry.  It’s one thing to spread your work around and another to hone your craft.  Two completely different things.  He’s got the right balance and I can’t wait to see how his craft and career grows in years to come.

I am amazed to follow after this next generation of poets when just a few years ago I honestly believed that all our great poets were from older generations or generations gone by and poetry was a wilting art.

Please check out below the two new videos on the lyw Youtube channel … a channel exploring the online potential for shared and sharing literary works.  **Videos are best seen in the highest HD setting otherwise the text looks blurry.

1. a poet is only madness … a poem by See Wern Hao

2. Home of the Professional Dreamers … a poem by See Wern Hao

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Thank you to Unsplash.com for the use of their beautiful library of hi-res photography in the making of these videos.

fiction to fill an empty house

 

A long time ago, I penned a peculiar short fiction about a house with a human personality who reacts to a stranger entering uninvited.  She – the house is female – is empty only for the fact that a human does not own her.

Now Freudians might scoff that the writer clearly let slip some hidden meanings that are not so well-hidden, however – let me finish the story of the story before judgement:

The story begins with the house noticing a stranger across the street from her.  Her initial response is to be afraid yet this man is no threat to her.  He doesn’t break or break into anything.  He is only a visitor who enters her house much like a beautiful song can enter the ears without need for an invitation or introduction.  He, this song, settles by her fireside and takes a moment to rest his weary soul there.

And there it is!  This story is about how a particular song had graced my ears once.  That’s it.  That’s all.  I swear.  I wanted to use fiction as a unique way to describe how we can feel so familiar with an artist, even though we have never met, simply by experiencing that person’s artwork.

Since I chose fiction as my medium, I didn’t want to take a direct approach.  Go figure.  I decided to build a metaphor around this experience.

The development of the fear in this story began when I separated the house’s character from myself and the idea.  This is a creative writing method I often use to let my character be her own character and thus give the story a chance to grow in unanticipated ways.  Boy, did it ever.  Being a house, I instinctively made her more domesticated and thus more suspicious of strangers unlike lovers of art who are a little more free-wheeling with the unknown.

I realize my biggest mistake with this story.  Without knowing immediately that the main character is the house, the tone of the story can be very creepy instead of very curious.  This was the opinion of a friend who I had critique the piece.  At the time, I brushed him off as closed-minded.  Now I realize that he must have thought the main character was a human woman being stalked and invaded by a maniac and then becoming complacent about it.  Totally not what I meant.

If I were to fix the story now it would be a whole new fiction influenced by the person I am today.  And I still love the original intent and moment of this story so I will leave it in the past but with the added disclaimer: the main character is the house!  And it’s a metaphor for crying out loud!

I heartily invite you to take a moment to enjoy the song, if not the story.  The song was Anthony Hamilton’s Do you Feel Me?  A very pretty, quiet and soulful tune.  He (as in the song — not the artist!) still sleeps peacefully in a special place in my heart.

Fiction is dangerous!  But let it.  Let it make this writer be more careful and more precise. Let me be misunderstood about something that is meaningful to me so that I can get to a better meaning with another human being.  This is a practice worth carrying over to things other than fiction-writing.

Another interesting note: the confusion related to this short also illustrates the stark difference in the way art and real life deals with strangers and strange ideas.  When we experience a stranger through their artwork we are more open to letting them in; when we experience a stranger on our doorstep, we are less inclined.  Reality makes this difference so sadly wise.

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Link to song:

Side note on the The Treachery of Images by René Magritte https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Treachery_of_Images

Photo of House by Cindy Tang on Unsplash

digging up old ideas

Recently, on the way to my day job, I remembered a film script idea that I had about 10 years ago.  I went digging for that old idea in my files and couldn’t find it.  I am sure I left it in the past for a reason and shouldn’t be too concerned by the loss.  Good or bad, though, I would still like to see it again.

It’s funny how a creative idea that was never realized always feels precious like a rough gem.  It could have been the worst idea in the world but as a fledgling bad idea it always has the potential to be magnificent.  Funny, still, how I feel more attached towards ideas from my past than people from my past.  Perhaps this is because people are not within my control, whereas an idea is — or should be – can be?  If nothing comes of my idea, I am the only one to blame.  I am that idea’s only hope.  Nobody would have that idea quite like me.  Certainly, nobody would love my idea quite like me.

Funny on funny.  Because, again, if I had developed those ideas into the ugly monstrosities that usually occur when I develop script or novel ideas then that preciousness would be lost.

I did a major purge of creative files a few years ago mainly because I was advised that it was a very healthy thing to do for writers.  This purge promised to help me to:

  1. Let go of the past that is keeping me from experiencing the present or having any mind for the future.
  2. If I have been dogging on a story for years and not getting anywhere, remember that I am mortal; my time here is finite.
  3. Realize that an idea that is 10 years old or older probably has little relevance to me now or would need to be turned into a new idea to suit who I am as a writer.
  4. Consider that since I probably have at least a few creative ideas a year — if all of my undeveloped ideas continued to follow after me, year after year, like tin cans attached to my waist with strings – I’d make such a royal din everywhere I went.
  5. Accept that some ideas are just bad and deserve to be put to rest.  I don’t know if I can ever believe this statement.  After all, aren’t I the bad one if I can’t make something out of one of my brilliant ideas?

**Important Note: I’m only talking about literary ideas.  An idea such as doing your own amateur household electrical or medical surgery.  No.  Don’t do it.

I think the lesson learned is that if I should have a good literary idea then I should develop it immediately.  Embrace the sucking, as They say, and just do it — so it doesn’t follow after me for years and I don’t suffer the regret of needing to purge them. I bet some sort of angel or spirit weeps every time an idea dies before it’s even given a chance.

Ultimately, there is wisdom to this funny business.  Whenever I have tried to develop a creative concept into a novel or script it has grown into a hairy kind of Frankenstein with lots of heads, arms and legs and eventually feels beyond my control to develop any further.

I do believe, though have not yet proven, that I must persevere long enough to see the beauty in the ugly reality of my idea.  That’s life, isn’t it?  An idea is an ideal.  The ideal is perfection.  Longer creative pieces will never turn out the way I had it in mind.  The writer and the story develop together and the reality will always come out differently.  The reality is where I will learn and test the truth about me, my story and my perspective on this life.  Time is a factor as well.  The act of stretching out an idea through linear time, page after page, scene after scene — it does stuff to an idea.  It applies maddening and rigid logic to the abstract.

Obviously, if my storytelling craft adhered to a popular formula or template the work and product would be different.  Ideas, I imagine, would have a clearer and smaller path to follow to completion.  Kudos to writers who can successfully write longer creative pieces within a template.  My monsters have always managed to escape such prisons.

And those are the few times when I have actually been very proud of my monstrosities.

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Photography credits:

Dave Michuda

Nirzar Pangarkar

commas: the tracks that stalk the lone writer

Image result for comma clipartFor the life of me, no matter how hard I try, how many times I edit or how long I take to publish, blogging without the help of an editor always leaves me with useless commas running around my text.  I don’t know how they get there!  I don’t know how I miss them during my own editing process.

Sometimes I choose to write in fragmented sentences because I prefer to write like I speak whether it’s grammatically correct or not.  However, there’s no good reason to have extra commas.  It’s not cute.  It’s not casual.  It’s just wrong and annoying. Periodically, I also suffer from being a semi-colon fool.  Since I don’t speak with a stammer, I must stammer in thought or think in a stop-n-go style.  This could explain a lot about my issues with longer creative pieces. Oddly, my business writing does not suffer nearly as much from these short, staccato uuhh’s damaging my flow – it’s true, I swear!  I suspect this is because I find less to hesitate about.

Image result for comma clipartRegardless, useless commas are the most annoying thing about my blogging experience and expound the importance of the editor.  In fact, if editors can save me from those maddening track marks, they should get equal, if not higher, credit for the work.

I am often faced with dualities when it comes to blogging.  Whenever I see a benefit, there is always an almost equal risk.  The blog’s charm is frequency and immediacy.  It encourages me to leave the past in the past, write for the present and keep an eye to the future.

However, this freedom doesn’t provide the same level of polish and quality that would come from a traditional, slower form of publication and processing from established publishing companies or larger publications.  Lone bloggers generally don’t have editing and marketing talent behind them.

comma%20clipartHowever to that, there is more creative freedom in a less restricted environment such as a blog.  I’m grateful for the way social media has loosened me up (a little) to imperfection and being ‘out’ instead of hidden in that small place in this world where I silently write. Social media provides access to a lot of other great writers and ideas as well as venues to develop a personal craft, story and following.

However, the literary arts industry is already small, and possibly shrinking, suggesting that online writers and publishers need to ally themselves with traditional, industry-standard publishers and academic partners to keep this market growing.

However, blogs in a blog aren’t meant to be permanent and often serve as a prelude to more important work or ideas. A cooking blog is meant to guide us to the more important work of cooking rather than admiring the blog (although, there is an unusual trend of people who would rather stare at pictures of good cooking than make it themselves). My literary blog is aimed at chewing on another literary piece or ideacomma%20clipart not the blog itself.  Is it then worth getting a 3rd party editor to go through this stuff?  Yes. At this point, I say, yes.  Just because those commas are driving me mad!  Blogs don’t need to be Nobel-prize winning stuff but they should be clean-er.

OR, one day, writers like me must evolve enough to be as much a 3rd party editor as a writer.  Editing while writing is not a good idea because honestly, I don’t think it’s even possible.  Writing needs a pair of fresh eyes to be critical about those little details.  Could I learn to separate myself from me, after the draft, long enough to be an impartial editor to my own work?  That certainly sounds like evolution.

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** comma artwork c/o: http://www.clipartpanda.com/categories/comma-clipart

GEC stands for Mr. George Elliott Clarke

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Over the last few weeks, I’ve had the honour of coming to know one of Canada’s most esteemed poets, Mr. George Elliott Clarke, as GEC.  Cuz that’s the name of the folder that carried all the drafts that helped produce the latest two poetry videos on the lyw Youtube channel.

Nevertheless, I always address him directly as Mr. Clarke. It was a privilege to work with his poetry in my own version of a creative universe.  Lots of ways to get to know people but I doubt any compare to the layers and weaving of one’s creative work on another’s.  Mr. Clarke very graciously approved and supported the idea of letting me illustrate two of his poems through video.

The first video, Everything is Free, is a gentle poem that lets space and breath build into a feeling of hope and renewal.  Amazing dance photography seemed the best way to illustrate this poem. Both demonstrate clean, powerful, precise and beautiful movement even though everything is actually static — everything is actually free ;).

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The 2nd video is a little more mysterious because it isolates two poetic fragments from a larger poem, from a larger series of poetry.

Both poetry videos show verses from the book, Whylah Falls, which tells the story of lovers in southwestern Nova Scotia in the 1930s, through dramatic monologues, songs, sermons, sonnets, newspaper snippets, recipes, haiku and free verse. [info c/o en.wikipedia.org]

But a small piece of poetry can sometimes feel very big, and I think the isolation of these fragments actually frees the reader’s imagination to fill in the missing gaps with their own lives, memories … recipes and songs.

When I read Each Moment is Magnificent, I interpreted it as a person who reflects on a river, metaphorical and literal, that has flowed through and around him all his life.  I imagine a man lying on his back in an open field staring at the stars, while the sounds of the river flow over him like music.  And the music isn’t all peace and harmony and lovey nature – it’s a strong current pulling at a resilient person.

Please check out the two latest additions to the lyw Youtube channel.  I’d like to thank Mr. Clarke again, through this blog, for the pleasure of working with his poetry.

Everything is Free

Each Moment is Magnificent 

 

I have to give props to special contributors for these videos.  Carlo Cruz and Orestis Charalambous kindly donated their stunning dance photography to the first video.  The use of the image of the Sissiboo (aka Sixhiboux) River was kindly donated by the Yarmouth County Museum.  Thomas Hawke allowed the use of the piano image in the 2nd video.  Full credit details are in the video.

That Bloody Chamber: Feminism, Lit Theory and Angela Carter

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Since I am recently out from the red velvet fiction of Ms. Angela Carter’s the Bloody Chamber, let’s talk feminist literary fiction and theory.  That bloody chamber is right.

While reading her work, I admired what I detected as a hidden mirth under a proud and defiant spirit; like a Shakespearean Puck character.  The writing is smart, beautiful, and sexy, to boot; regardless of gender.

When I love, then I dissect, literarily not literally.  To get to know this writer better, a closer examination of the writing was needed, beyond the super-girl, sometimes gothic, persona.

And let me tell you there are some downright rock-star moments in this book.  Rockstar, kick-ass, literary fiction. I never thought those adjectives would go together. I love it!  She is her own freakin’ genre.  (We should blog later about the definitions of literary fiction, as they are dubious; in need of an Other.)

I wondered about Ms. Carter and the era she grew up in.  What was she searching for in her stories?  What was she really telling me through her fiction?  This trail brought me back to that word I haven’t used in a long time: feminism.

... the only writer I’ve ever known to make a widowed mother sound like a rock star ...: It was a confrontational word back when I knew it and when she was living it; there’s no doubt in my mind that it was. But she willingly put herself in that fight by claiming the title. Did she?  Just by the stories she chose to publish in that Bloody Chamber: I think, yes.  But how did she do it?  Happily, defensively, aggressively, angrily? I am sure she needed a high level of certainty about who she was in order to write so sharply, almost like she couldn’t afford doubt.

While I was in school, whenever feminism came up throughout the history of English Literature, from antiquity, Middle Ages, etc, I felt I was being asked to define who I was as a woman, and if I couldn’t, then I had to confess ignorance of my sex and its role in shaping human history.

I was too inexperienced to honestly consider feminism on a personal level.  I was also too busy trying to prove academic opinions when I barely knew enough to have any.   The thesis statement: another bloody chamber.

I eventually learned that I don’t need to be defensive, or offensive, to be comfortable in my definition of myself as an intelligent woman because I make my mark everyday by how I choose to be. ie. Today, this is what a woman does.  Tomorrow, this is what a woman does. And some days are stupider than others.  I adhere to that highly ideal and poetic theory that each one of us essentially define all through being one.  But I appreciate that I enjoy this relaxed stance because those history-making fights for women’s rights, in the Western world, had already been waged for me.

Was Ms. Carter’s fierce brilliance a little defensive?  Her fairy tales leave a lot unsaid. Fairy tales generally do.  To go further into a fairy tale character might reveal an ordinariness behind that magic designed to dazzle us into following after her.  I personally love it when legends become huggable but, sometimes, it is not easy to be both tough and soft.

P.S. On a side but interesting note, after noticing a few references to the Bible — ‘a mark of Cain,’ ‘Eve’s sin’, etc. — in the Bloody Chamber, I wondered if in the process of finding her sense of identity as a feminist and writer, in her era of individualism and defiance for the status quo, Ms. Carter wanted to challenge the biggest male – and arguably literary — presence in her Western culture as an equal — and that would be God.  Now, that’s a pretty big statement but an interesting chew, not just for her, but her generation of writers. Whenever literary fiction has taken direct aim at religion there might be a case to be made for these writers wanting to face their own ‘God’ for an ultimate self-revelation.  Think of the way religion was used as a form of repression during her lifetime.  I might be onto something. Wonder what my former Lit profs would think of that thesis statement …

P.P.S.  Was surprised that I could not find any satisfying illustrations inspired by this book …

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summer somewhere on lywtube

a fragment from a long poem by Danez Smith

a fragment from a long poem by Danez Smith

Summer, somewhere is a poem with a slow build like a quiet voice speaking up in the corner of an empty room.  Please check out the below link to this poetry video and give it time to build.  Towards the middle it blooms into something intimate and thoughtful and emotionally intelligent.

Pieces of this long poem, by Danez Smith, are currently featured on the lyw Youtube channel, including a 2nd poem entitled, it doesn’t feel like a time to write. 

I met Danez online during research for the 2015/2016 poetry campaign that launched the said Youtube channel.  He is a young, active and talented poet producing as well as performing poetry live and online.

a poem by Danez Smith

a poem by Danez Smith

Poetry freshly pressed, virtually and dynamically in video, and also a poet fresh and too young to need pressing: a combination I rarely find when I look for poetry.  But we’re going to change that, right?  I’m on the hunt for those young, or old (<–can’t be prejudice against my own kind), living, contemporary, and active poets who are interested in a growing, revitalized poetry market, one that isn’t niche, almost private or somebody’s sentimental hobby but one that is on the immediate pulse of our daily lives and modern zeitgeist.

I’ve copied below my favourite quotes as a sampler to the videos:

from the poem summer, somewhere by Danez Smith:

there, I knew how to swim but couldn’t.

there, men stood by shore & watched me blue.
there, I was a dead fish, the river’s prince.

there, I had a face & then I didn’t.
there, my mother cried over me

but I wasn’t there. I was here, by my own
water, singing a song I learned somewhere

south of somewhere worse. that was when
direction mattered. now, everywhere

I am is the center of everything.
I must be the lord of something.

what was I before? a boy? a son?
a warning? a myth? I whistled

now I’m the God of whistling.
I built my Olympia downstream.

from summer, somewhere by Danez Smith:

if you press your ear to the dirt
you can hear it hum, not like it’s filled

with beetles & other low gods
but like a mouth rot with gospel

& other glories. listen to the dirt
crescendo a boy back.

Link to poetry video of ‘summer, somewhere’ by Danez Smith:

 

Link to poetry video ‘It doesn’t feel like a time to write’ by Danez Smith:

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an Open Letter

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[Recently, I remembered a passage from a poem entitled, ‘Open Letter to the South,’ by Langston Hughes, which I honour as an example of what I think is great about the American spirit.

Inspired by this recollection, I decided to write my own open letter to the United States of America to continue Mr. Hughes’ dialogue on hope, unity and openness.  It is clear to me, throughout Hughes’ work, that he never gave up hope even though he felt often tested.  This hope probably gave him his sharpest pain and yet he held on to that hope, showing so much courage and fortitude. Even in his bleakest poems, you can feel that hope keeping him writing. This passion riding on top of his craftsmanship?  Of course, he’s my favourite poet.  This creative letter ends with that noted passage from the poem:]

November 9th, 2016

Dear America,

Both you and my own city have done some things in the past few years that I don’t quite understand.  Regardless of the difference in sizes, I feel as though both our societies have been seeking new answers to more than just economics and politics.  This growing feeling of uncertainty has recently led me to reflect more on the things that I am certain about when it comes to you — and me.

Please allow me this moment to share with you, as you venture forward into this new chapter of your history, what this Canadian writer loves most about America.  This Canadian writer loves:

  1. The history of American art and culture.
  2. The history of American sub-culture and the American teenager.
  3. The legacy of Eleanor and Franklin D. Roosevelt.
  4. The American fight to define freedom and individual value.

From where I live, considering how much my life has been influenced by American art and culture, I know I would not be me without you.  Before I knew anything about identity or language, I was surrounded by American culture.  I survived my adolescent years under your willful banner and I estimate that at least 30% of my academic and literary studies were steeped in Americano.

Let’s face it: the first teenager must have been American.  Some kind of rebellious spirit has always sung out of everything grim and great moment of your last century and helped to develop an incredible range in music, art, story and sport.  You have always had an unyielding need to express individuality, despite societal demands for money and guns and other such short-term and limited methods of gain and communication.  A subculture isn’t necessarily a good thing but I think their existence indicates a society that is strong enough to question and validate its authority and status quo; and thus in a better position to evolve; though in an often defiant way.

America, you are a society where a voice will find the strength to rise and prevail, despite whatever odds, and actually win, many times.  Lots of people fight for freedom and rights; few have been as successful as you.  You pave roads literally and figuratively for physical, mental and artistic transportation in a way that no other country has.

Sometimes, you have been accused of arrogance and aggression; of being both culprit and champion for freedom and individual rights. Ironically, and rather poetically, some of your fiercest battlegrounds appear to have been against yourself, being party to the kind of oppression that inspires you to take a stand.

A few months ago, I saw a great documentary series on the Roosevelts which reminded me of two great leaders whose like this world has not seen in a very long time. Eleanor and Franklin D. Roosevelt were two humans who accomplished many great things for more than themselves.  They were not perfect and made mistakes yet their legacy reminds me that I don’t have to fear failure in pursuit of my greatest goals because I can do just as much damage and suffer just as much disappointment by settling for something easier, safer and more common. Both of these leaders had reason and opportunity to settle for more common and smaller lives.  If FDR had let his disability daunt him or if Ms. Roosevelt had accepted the limitations set upon her gender, my life, I’m sure, would have suffered, if not theirs.

America, like the Roosevelts, has not been perfect yet you are a country where perfection has more freedom to seek itself.  You are a country of new beginnings for new immigrants sprung from traditions that have travelled from and to almost every part of this world. Your dominant language, English, is an amalgamation of those new and old ideas and ideals.  In fact, might I suggest that your cultivation technique for ideas, finding a way to bloom regardless of your circumstances, is perhaps your greatest resource and strength.

Dear America, please continue to be united as the states of America and under your banner continue to kindle the defining process for freedom and courage for all, although, personally, I would prefer your methods be through love and art rather than guns and politics.  Remembering who you were when I was young, what will you be today and tomorrow?

I end this open letter with a quote from one of your greatest poets:

We did not know that we were brothers.
Now we know!
out of that brotherhood
Let power grow!
We did not know
That we were strong.
Now we see
In union lies our strength.
Let unions be
The force that breaks the time-clock,
Smashes misery,

excerpt from ‘Open Letter to the South’ – by Langston Hughes

Sincerely,

Lillian

 

About The Bird

A great blog from Elan Mudrow that should be shared!

https://tricksterchase.com/2016/10/21/about-the-bird/#like-1422

Elan Mudrow

Cindy Schnackel

I was invited to one of those huggy, huggy group meetings. You know, the type where everyone reveals inner lies about themselves, others, and the world around them. Well, we soon started picking out animal personalities for each other, which sucked, because someone else chose what animal you were. So, right off the perch, things weren’t going to be honest, just brutal like a writers’ workshop. There were cougars, bears, eagles, dolphins—lions, owls, deer, and yadda, yadda. Me? I was a bird. Not a specific bird, just a generic, B-I-R-D, bird. That’s the word. Not an avian personality like a bluebird or gold finch, but a plain old bird. What were they trying to tell me?  All I could do was pretend it was a compliment. My feathers weren’t ruffled and I didn’t chirp up. I wouldn’t dare peep in public.

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salsa-dancing as a civilian defense

civilian defenses is a poem about salsa-dancing as a defense against the extreme highs and lows of life; an anchor, especially for private citizens within a large, urban society.

Most times, salsa is danced for merely recreation, exercise and  socialization.

When things are either too much or too little in one’s life or in one’s city or country, why in the world would one stop to dance salsa?  How can salsa be a civilian defense?  And against what?

If you are too passionate, too angry, too desperate or too high in whatever way, salsa can refocus you and your energy into a very specific time, place and activity.  The real risk of physically turning you and your partner into a hot mess keeps you at attention.

If you are too low, too sad or too numb from whatever you are going through, salsa warms the blood, forces breath into our most held breath and gets the eyes blinking again.

Either way, salsa reconnects the body and mind to some other part of the world outside of ourselves and is a reminder, when we need that reminder, that we are vitally alive and not alone.

It is a peculiar thing that human recreations (ie. jazz, blues, baseball, boxing) have often been strengthened during  difficult times in human history.  It is a peculiar thing to witness humans reach for sport or the arts when they feel they have little else to reach for.

… an interesting observation that started this poem for me several years ago. Please check out the below poem, stirred up with a little colour and sound, in a little video on Youtube.  

(P.S. the text displays best using the HD setting in Youtube):

*dance art painting c/o Andres Giraldo at salsaycontrol.com

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The Art of Drawing a Weapon

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Ralph Steadman learned to draw not to make pretty pictures but to apply drawing like a weapon; to invite people to observe his world and actively think and act upon it.

In the documentary film, For No Good Reason, Ralph Steadman is shown starting a picture with a splash of ink on a canvas.  He explains that when he doesn’t know what to do, he does that.  Some artists may think that sounds like – a poorly-planned composition. Objectively, there is little that could dispute that.  Nevertheless, throughout the documentary we get to see what Steadman makes out of such a random act:  and his career, his talent and his body of work is also, indisputably, impressive.

This is a refreshing documentary that advocates on the abstract side of art; the value of bringing a haunted image out of our imagination for us to have in material or digital form.  And this is not just abstract art.  This is abstract art often driven with a personal message from an artist who is not shy about his opinions be it politics, war, society or anything else.

A great abstract or conceptual artist, to me, is somebody who creates beyond the aim for beauty, skill, craft and ego, and has enough beauty, skill, craft and ego to pull that off.  The great thing about art like this is that there is nothing to measure it by.  It either says something to you or it doesn’t.  It either excites you or it doesn’t.  To discuss how good the art is, or to compare styles or skill, is irrelevant and almost stupid.  Just look at it; take what you will and move on.

That Steadman has art skills is beside the point because his stand-out gift is that he can draw a story that no photograph or other human eye could capture.   How?  Well, I guess, first, he let himself.

An artist who would never start a composition without a plan will also never know what he/she could do in a similar situation.

Stream-of-consciousness writing is the most similar concept for writers: just spewing, or spewing off a subject, until something usable comes out.  I lost interest in this type of exercise a long time ago because I wound up weeding through a whole lot of crap.  However, I’m glad to know it’s a tool in my holster if I ever want to explore that side of me again.   Though my skills may not be good enough to make ‘art’ out of random acts, stream-of-consciousness is still a great exercise in mental and emotional cleansing.  Writing coaches often recommend this exercise to get motors rolling and to cure writer’s block.

Honestly, I think an artist needs a little more than just skill to pull off art like this. The artist also needs a high level of faith and trust that the artist is going to find something from that starting place of nothing.

I recommend this documentary for any kind of artist, even if you find abstract art offensive.  His reasons, for starting with no reason, are fascinating and his career and dedication to his craft is inspirational. I can see how his style is very good at keeping an artist’s mind hungry and courageous about and during the creative process.  It seems to have kept Steadman very agile and youthful.

I will end this short blog with some favourite quotes from the film:

  • I go out of my way to make something that is as unexpected to me as anyone else. 
  • Anything can exist on that piece of paper.
  • You can start something and not know how it’s going to come out in the end. If you did, what is the point of doing it?

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China Witness: A Poem Inspired by the Story of a Writer

This poem was actually inspired not by the book that it is named after but by the writer who wrote it.

And even more truthfully, this poem was inspired not so much by this writer, but by a newspaper article written about this writer where, clearly, I found enough to run with.

A great example of how all our truths are based on interpretation and that when you write about somebody else, you might actually be writing more about yourself.

I have, in fact, through this poem, created a fictional character, based loosely on a living writer.  The living Xinran is not a sum of her writing or writings written about her; by me or anybody else.  This fiction, this poem, allowed me to draw and squeeze out something that I discovered I valued deeply as a result of a story about a writer.

Her name is Xinran.  All that I know about her is from a book review I read many years ago in a Toronto Star newspaper article, China’s hidden historywhich is fortunately still online.  I was inspired by her role as a witness to people who not only needed a voice but a listener.  Despite needing this voice, these people wouldn’t tell their stories easily.  It was not in their culture to do that.  I love that this writer persevered to draw the stories of these people out.

But what is the true source of this poem’s inspiration?  I never read the book.  I never went any further than this one article.  I didn’t research any further for her biographical data.

And what if I should discover the real Xinran is nothing like the inspiration I allowed myself to imagine?  One thing remains irrefutable: this is a poem that stands as a tribute to a writer who bears compassionate witness to people who really needed one.

I always intended on reading the book.  Honestly, I suspect that the reason I haven’t is because I fear the book might make me sad.  I should remember that the article was an inspiration despite having sad realities.  And we can’t be afraid of our messed-up human history and nature, if we hope to find more great examples of human love, courage and perseverance.

P.S. Through the course of making the video for this poem, I found an amazing artist named Chiang Yee.  Please check out the legacy of this Silent Traveller.

Also, please check out the video poem, china witness, on the lyw Youtube channel:

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The Fiction between being Young and Adult

The book selling industry can sometimes come up with strange categories to help consumers make novel choices.

The last category to bemuse me is called, New Adult Fiction (too old to be a teenager; too young to be … what?  Like me?!?)

Upgrading this classification system, for helping people to identify themselves and their preferred novels, seems a strange paradox of providing many options while narrowing them down to a few.

Many years ago, when I was a teenager, I got a job at a Coles bookstore.  In this little bookstore, where I barely worked, a ‘New Adult Fiction’ section did not exist. The Young and Adult Fiction sections were purposely divided only for cautionary reasons.  One was, for the most part, grossly simplified and stereotyped and the other was explicitly grossly simplified and stereotyped.  Everything else in between was just fiction, unless already caught by a fan-favourite genre like Mystery, Science Fiction / Fantasy, etc.  At the time, the Mystery Section had already spawned a sub-genre called Suspense. Later, I started seeing Thrillers and Psychological Thrillers.  The weirdest genre I ever saw was called ChickLit.  I’ve never read any of the books in this category but apparently, it raised some controversy.

The youth section, back in my youth, was called the Young Adult (YA) section.  Any fiction for those younger than pre-teen went to the Children’s section. Though there were a few good novels slotted in Young Adult, like S.E.Hinton’s, The Outsiders, generally, the Young Adult section was pretty pulpy (starting us young on those pre-processed carbs).

The Adult Fiction section was very specific, too.  It was on a high shelf and consisted of two rows and in plain sight of the cash register desk.  I think I remember some of them having sleeves to conceal part of the book cover, too.

Today, Adult Fiction has broadened in definition, depending on where you buy books.  It is no longer simply a discreet way of separating erotica from hands that may be too young.  Adult fiction can also mean fiction that involves adults or adult concerns (whatever that means).  New Adult Fiction means fiction for ‘newly-made’ adults: people who are fresh out of school, assuming that they all went to school, and learning how to be independent.

I see how these fiction categories are trying to help readers make choices, however, to me, a good novel is a good novel.  The Lord of the Rings should be in the same section as To Kill a Mocking Bird.  

This opinion is, admittedly, not that practical.  Some people really like wizards and they should be able to easily buy books that have wizards in them and not swim through a hundred other books that clearly have absolutely no wizards.

Categories and sub-categories, are also especially practical for large, physical bookstore.  These stores are huge and it would be exhausting to browse the entire store for a book with wizards in it.  E-bookstores, however, can offer key word searches to help consumers pinpoint exactly what they seek without needing to make more precise categories to help them.

Practicality aside, part of the beauty of reading a fictional story is opening ourselves up to the unknown — at least a little.  The more we already know about what’s in the book, the less imagination and wonder that goes in.  This strongly applies to writers as much as readers.

My favourite way to choose a book is to read the back and a few pages and see if it grabs me enough to go a little further.

Imagine you were searching for a new partner.  You’re single and want companionship.  You think you know what you want and you look for it.  But imagine getting exactly what you want in somebody. That somebody has nothing new to offer, hasn’t any of his/her own thoughts, ideas or desires that go outside of your own expectations.  This might suffice for some people but imagine the flip-side: You meet somebody who has some things that you can safely expect, and want, yet this somebody introduces you to new and wonderful ideas and experiences that you could not have imagined on your own.  I think it was in the film/theatre play, Six Degrees of Separation, that suggested that people are like doors or doorways that lead you to new and strange places.  Let the cover of a novel be that door.  Check it out.  Venture in a little.  It won’t hurt (hopefully) and it may lead to a pleasant and transformative surprise.

In the case of classifying fiction towards a particular age group, maybe I’m paranoid (actually, I’m pretty sure I am), but I see a subtle risk here. The lucky books that get to fill these categories such as ‘Young Adult’ indirectly imply that these books define not only the genre but the concerns and likes of this age group and what it means to be this age group; thus it becomes creatively and socially stifling.  Keeping precise categories hinders the category’s ability to grow and creates fixed expectations.

I have actually read many Children’s Fiction novels as an adult such as, the Little Prince, Peter Pan and Alice in Wonderland, and found these novels had a lot of secrets and wisdom that would be lost if not read as an adult.  I’m glad I don’t feel the need to be a child to pick up these books. 😛

Unfortunately, the flip-side is not true.  I don’t think children should venture into Adult Fiction, new, or otherwise, to be adventurous.  If we really want a useful new definition for the ‘Adult’ label in bookstores, it should just be an aid to children to not be bothered, any earlier than they need to be, by what adults concerns themselves with these days.

Thank you for reading this latest literary chew.

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A Poet’s Words Pressed through a Tube Named lyw

https://sabiscuit.wordpress.com/WordPress allows me to subscribe to one artist’s journey the way traditional forms of publishing never did.   I am always comparing, because I am still always amazed, at how different the literary world is from just twenty years ago.

Today, I launch two new poetry videos on the lyw YouTube channel, because a WordPress poet and artist allowed me to play with some of the work on her site which I had admired.

SB is a poet and artist on WordPress at Sabiscuit.wordpress.com.  You’d think that I would be less interested in making a video of poetry that was not my own.  It’s actually a very creative and engaging process to make them.  The research and development of these videos open me to new ideas for my own creative writing.  The David et Goliath video-poem has some bright celestial punch to it and is nicely counter-balanced by the softer and quieter video-poem, Luminous.  These videos feature a writer and an artist who has a talent for working with the different shades that can happen with light.

Please check out the links to these videos at the bottom of this blog, and let’s let the work speak for itself.

This opportunity to work with another writer’s poetry is very unique to my current literary climate. Most of the real books (as in not e-books) in my personal library are of great masters whose human bodies have long since passed on or, they are writers who I could never imagine writing back to me if I had a question about their work.  I will most likely never have direct contact with them.  I will most likely never have access to their daily, personal thoughts as writers or human beings.  My impressions of these writers remain as theories in my head.  This is a good thing, in many ways. For one, eventually, I learned to answer some of those questions myself thereby truly making these writers’ novels and poetry my own — as a reader.  There is a lot of value in giving myself that time to be immersed in another’s artwork.

However, this WordPress/social media thing does something for writers that I believe may be historical, at least to my creative writing world.  Not only are creative writers given more power to be their own ‘companies’, make their names their brands, but we do this by showing how human and individual we are as artists.  Twenty years ago self-publishing was either an act of desperation or that of a hobbyist.  Writing on a day-to-day personal level, as bloggers often do, would not have been deemed professional. Bloggers would have probably been classified as self-publishing columnists back in my day.  Today, social media allows writers to develop an unique kind of relationship with their readership, one that can be both social and professional.   On this plane, writers present themselves as humans, just like everyone else.

Well, of course, writers are humans, you might say.  And I would tell you that it was a popular way to think, when and where I was a wee lass, that writers, as people who were trying to be true observers of life, were isolated and different from the rest of society.  Either we were too brilliant or too spaced out from observation to fit well with the rest of society  The fact is that we have had some amazing writers in our human history who have had the wisdom and foresight to fit the more flattering version of that persona. However, there is a more heart-warming connection to those great writers when I allow myself to observe, even in the most brilliant of them, their beautiful human flaws.

Writers on social media, such as SB, present literature and art that is accessible, responsive and actively part of everyday life.  When we think of writers like that, I think, this will go a long way to make fiction and the literary market more accessible in popular media.

These are new lit thoughts for me and I thank you for letting me share my chew on them through this blog.  I’m not quite sure about them and am curious to see how they will evolve with time.

Here are those video links that I mentioned earlier.  I hope you enjoy them:

David et Goliath – a poem by SB:

Luminous – a poem by SB:

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The Ghost who Haunted Subtly

Tom Gauld

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Until a few days ago, I did not know that literary fiction was popularly known as boring fiction; challenging, yes; questionable, often; but, not boring.

I was actually preparing a short blog series to celebrate literary fiction when coincidentally during my research I was trying to finish a debut novel of a now, award-winning, literary writer.

Marcel is an eloquent and charming short novel, leaning heavily on the passive side.  The back of the book said the main character is haunted by the mystery of a family member’s life and death.  But there is no haunting.  The boy is not haunted.  More like mildly curious, in a very mute way.  I wasn’t expecting a horror novel but, at least, a character more on edge.

The back of the book also promised me a dramatic discovery of the dead man’s letters yet I was halfway through the novel and no letters.  Novels are not scripts, so it’s okay that this writer did not prescribe to needing the main action to start any time soon.  It’s good to have variety in our media art.  Like having Tolkien’s Ents in our midst.  Instead of letters, I was steeped in poignant and poetic descriptive writing, heavy like the air on a hot summer evening.  This had been enough to get me to buy the book but the lack of motivation could not get me to finish it.  Life is too short.

Subtle is another word used on the back of this book cover.  Yes, I got the subtle.  Subtle and passive.  A challenging combination for any writer to maintain for even half of this short novel especially for my generational sickness of a short attention span.

I said in my last blog that I feel like I meet writers in their fiction and that this is one of the most interesting ways of meeting another person.  How interesting a story is depends on how skilled the writer is and how much a writer is willing to give of him or herself.  I can’t believe that some writers just aren’t interesting.  If I’m not interested in a book either it’s not my type, or more likely, it’s because the writer is holding back or some thing is holding the writer back.

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Marcel is the first novel of a writer who was probably fresh out of school.  While reading it, I felt like I was meeting a writer who didn’t know how to present himself and so instead, presented what he learned in school over a footprint of human history.  At least, I think so.  I never finished the book. The writing is very safe and proper.

I do think this literary novel is boring but it’s still better than anything I could have conceived.  If I had written a novel fresh out of school, I would have come out with some weird, violent metaphor for my soul that would have frightened the daylights out of anybody.  Fortunately, I didn’t have the mental fortitude to go all the way to a full manuscript.  This writer did, and went on to continue to evolve his craft.

Who said all literary fiction had to be good anyway?  Just like, who said all literary writers write on a higher plateau?

Nevertheless, literary fiction is still the art of creative writing in one of its higher forms; when writers reach for this, we are bound to get the crazy bad with the crazy good.   It is still the genre that makes genres and our known archetypes and plot scenarios.

Literary fiction can suck.  However, I believe it is only boring when writers let themselves be held back or discouraged.  Who was that first person to coin the phrase, ‘Embrace the sucking’? Though its origins may be military, I think brave artists take the phrase to a whole new level.

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Goth my Grimm: Go Ahead and Make my Day

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I was looking for some light reading and picked an e-book that boasted a modern gothic spin on my favourite childhood fairy tales. Red Riding Hood as a modern day biker!  Goth my Grimm! What a great concept!  I was severely disappointed to find that it was little more than an adolescent attempt at applying erotica to my favourite childhood fairy tales.  Not only did the book not deliver what it said it would; it was also poorly conceived.

What gets me is that these writers were already riding on the backs of incredible stories and thus in a great position to ride right into another great story.  Gothic fiction is not equivalent to erotica and erotica does not have to be equivalent to cheap and stupid. I am amazed at the use of the term ‘adult’ or ‘mature’ to the two-dimensional story-lines and characters that often make the erotica literature genre.  Intelligence, including emotional intelligence, is way sexier; like all things that take more time … and effort … and imagination to get.

For example, think of Bram Stoker’s Dracula: this is a story where both the erotic and gothic successfully merged but did not beat the story to death.  The story is about a vampire and his human victims, how they strive to exist and survive in the same world and how their natures clash.  The Freudian metaphors in this novel are far from subtle yet the story goes without a single, sexual encounter.  In this novel, the gothic and erotic were better developed because the whole story was better developed.  The erotic scenes or elements actually did something to illustrate or develop the story or characters – not just as a result of oh, somebody hot showing up.

When I read the description of this e-book, I was hoping for a more kick-ass version of the damsel-in-distress archetype of Red Riding Hood, exploring a character who takes a more head-on approach to her path from innocence to maturity, and maybe even a reflection on her own primitive nature.  That could have been very sexy.

Our classic fairy tales do what this fantasy-type fiction should have; compare our strangest and most impossible dreams against what we think we can’t do in our waking life regardless of whether we are emphasizing a specific genre in the telling (erotic, gothic, horror, etc.).  This theory does not work with porn because that is not the purpose of this type of literature.  If I was looking for porn and got a great story, instead, I’d have been just as irritated, right? Yet, this e-book seemed to aim for a hybrid between the two and, I guess, due to lack of focus, it failed.

I firmly believe that even the pulpiest writer is looking to eventually get into his/her ‘own’: the kind of stories that go beyond genre, formula or, in this case, using fiction as a tool.  Because writers are artists, too.

Even as a kid, as much as I liked an entertaining, plot-driven story, it was easy to recognize the difference in the stories that momentarily distracted and the ones I cherished; these stories gave more.  These cherished books weren’t all classics or critically acclaimed but they all showed a writer’s passion. Reading a person’s fiction is like stepping into the back of a person’s head.  Because it’s fiction, I’m not stepping into blood, bones and brains; I’m stepping into the dream of that writer’s best craft: following a clever rabbit down his/her proverbial rabbit-hole.  This is true even in the most formulated genre-fiction, if it is written well.  These are the books that make the genres that other writers chase.

In fact, I think even porn could be literary.  The writer just has to try!  First and foremost, pornographic literature needs to have sex in it.  To give its readership anything else for the sake of a better story would just by annoying.  So, in that case, the best approach would be to start the story right in the act.  Don’t even bother explaining who they are or how they got there.  Cut out the superfluous, I always say.  Dialogue?  Forget that, too.  Let the action speak entirely for itself and develop character and conflict based on how the players physically react to each other and their given environment.  With this concept, a pornographic story can still fulfill its purpose and also provide an incredible stretch for any writer to develop a compelling story with such limitations.

I have heard that the type of erotica that I am criticizing in this blog has made a come-back in the market, bolstering fiction sales where the ‘literary’ kind has not.  I must, therefore, accept that my opinion might not be the popular one.  But, I ask, who cares what way the market is swinging, when, as a writer, you have a choice between making a real connection with your readers or just something you think they’ll buy?  Especially when you are already working off another piece of art?  Even a bad piece of art is better than not trying at all.

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A Creative Burst of Fiction on a Seasoned Baked Potato

I have not written a real bite of fiction in years and I wondered if the ability to make-that-believe had been withered too far.  Everybody, writers or not, should write a little fiction, once in a while.  It’s just good exercise.  However, that can be hard to do if we don’t already practice creativity on a daily basis.  Like physical fitness, the less creative we are, the more inclined we are to be even less.  Why?  Why try something different?  Is that really an efficient use of time?

Ironically, try to stay away from creativity – or fitness – for too long, and sure enough, life will demand that you be more creative – or athletic.  For example, bus charging your way needs you to muster a quick burst of energy.  Or, a boss, partner, or nemesis requires a better, or alternative, way of doing, saying, showing something.  And at these times, we do not want our creativity to hobble out of its dilapidated hobbit-hole and start poking at ideas with a tentative stick.  We want our creativity to spring forth and get its nose and paws into everything; all the while barking, drooling and snarling for the affection and attention of our best ideas.

Can anybody out there describe what it feels like to have a creative breakthrough?  Does it feel something like reinventing the whole world?  A new pair of eyes all of a sudden?  To have awe for something so much that attention and motivation are effortless.  Does the world suddenly seem more awake and colourful, if for a moment?

Imagine doing that every day!  It’d feel great but we’d surely combust.  Getting a great creative buzz, despite how good it feels, can also be very disruptive to a daily life.   Reality needs me to come back to earth, too soon and too fast, and refocus on more daily and routine needs.

However, if we train our creativity regularly, like an athlete trains, we could stay more animated more often and still get our jobs done.  For example, if a couch potato suddenly got up and ran 5K, that potato would be cooked!  Ready for sour cream, chives and a dusting of paprika!  A well-trained athlete, however, might treat a 5K run as a warm-up.  There are creative artists out there that engage themselves this way every day.  (But, I hope that never becomes common-place for them.)

Writing, and reading, fiction is a great tool for flexing creativity.  No matter how short it is, fiction requires pure creativity – even when a writer/reader tries to base fiction entirely on fact.  Fiction requires a new version of how things may seem to the writer/reader and always gives a new pair of goggles to look at the world through by the end of the piece.  I have known this fact since the day I fell in love with fiction.

How great those new pair of googles are depends on the level of passion for the piece and the level in which you let yourself believe in what you write/read.

But how do I start, after being away so long and becoming so creatively conservative and slow?

First, I need to remember some basics.  Fiction is not pulled out of the air.  My stories come from only one source and that is me.  Any research, any fantasy or science fiction and any external inspiration have to first be absorbed by me and my perspective before they can enter a story that I write or interpret through reading.

So, I could write a fiction on anything that I am able to imagine but who wants to write about anything they can imagine?  I should write, or read, about something that I care about, or believe I could/should learn to care about. This provides passion for the story and characters that I am building in my mind.  This makes the experience a lot more personal and challenging to write well.

By comparison, it would be easier to write fiction if the subject didn’t matter to me; that is, if I just wanted to tell an entertaining story.  A writer/reader can still get quite a buzz from this kind of story, too.  Unfortunately, for me, that’s always fallen under the category of why don’t I just write about anything?  And hence, I have never found this type of fiction easier to write.  I think eventually, every writer/reader will wants something more personal and challenging — and still be thoroughly entertained.  A beautiful thing about creativity through fiction is that even if you only set out to spin an entertaining yarn, eventually, your own passion will seep into the story.  Fiction is a great way to learn about yourself; to truly read in between the lines, yours and everybody else’s.

However, there is another important given to writing/reading fiction.  After I pick a subject that I care about or think I can care about, I then need to try to read and write about the subject away from myself – try to accept the subject from the different perspectives, settings and situations that are presented or available.  It seems like an odd thing to do but how else are you going to get new creative perspective on something you care about or think you know all about?  How else is it going to become fiction?

So here is one great example as to why creativity, through fiction, can give us a great burst of energy.  It works on some extreme paradoxes.  I start and base my story entirely on me, I then try to distance it as far away from me as my imagination can take me.  With that distance, so many things can happen.  Down the rabbit hole as they say and – well, you have to try it, to believe it.  Thus, the art of making believe.

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cat image c/o: http://www.funnycatsite.com/pictures/peeking_out_of_my_boot.htm

baked potato image c/o: http://www.partybluprintsblog.com/party-themes/gilded-baked-potato-bar/

spinning yarn image c/o: http://knaughtyknitter.typepad.com/the_knaughty_knitter/spinning/

Alice in Wonderland rabbit image c/o: http://aliceinwonderland.wikia.com/wiki/File:627x900_1669_White_Rabbit_2d_illustration_alice_in_wonderland_rabbit_fantasy_concept_art_picture_image_digital_art.jpg

What are the Odds of Meeting The Numbers Guy?

The chances are good if you were keeping up with the upcoming Toronto Jewish Film Festival, May 5 – 15th, 2016, that advised, ‘If you buy something at The Big Carrot in Toronto, and David is your cashier, he’ll surprise you with an awesome historical fact or math equation based on your total. But there’s more to David than meets the eye.’

However, I just wanted to buy some organic tea that wasn’t grown with a cocktail of pesticides and locked in a plastic tea bag, and lo and behold, as David rings in my tea he begins applying the total of my purchase to a total of measurements that made up the length of a bridge in New York.

As much as I like friendliness and unique characters, city life has made me wary and paranoid.  But before I could start worrying, David pointed to the movie poster on the wall of the Big Carrot and explained that he was the ‘Numbers Guy’ being featured in a short documentary.  I loved that.  He said he had devoted his life to numbers and never imagined that it would get him featured in his own documentary.  He was extremely congenial about his share and only offered more information about the showing when I asked.

Here is some more media coverage on the short documentary and the film festival.  It sounds like it should be a good ticket.  Regardless, if you are in Toronto and want to do a little health food shopping, please take the opportunity to meet this friendly, numeric fellow:

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blogging: a farmers’ market for writers

WordPress is a lot like a farmers’ market for writers and artists.  I separate writers from that lot because no matter what your art-form, or passion, all bloggers have to be writers to some extent.

And that’s essentially it, we are offering our specialty ‘wares’ directly to the consumers, without any promise of permanency or consistency and providing:

  • less transport
  • less handling
  • less refrigeration 🙂
  • less time in storage*

Fresh-out-of-the-oven press.  I still hear what the publishing industry use to say about self-publishing 15-20 years ago: that a writer should never self-publish unless he or she had exhausted all other avenues.  Self-publishing had a stigma that meant you were a writer who couldn’t meet industry standards.  Bloggers don’t have agents, editors, and the years of expertise from an established publishing house to foster their talent and work.   Bloggers don’t need to go to school for anything to start blogging and publishing.  That rawness certainly does show sometimes.  Internet readers have to read a lot of bad stuff with our good stuff.

But the truth is, the same could be said of published and approved works.  And another truth that I have always suspected is that there were never any real industry standards to be met — well especially not in the literary genres.

Artists make the standards for their art-forms. Writers make the standards for their genres with our readers.  And it’s only when we can prove that we can sell those standards that the publishing industry is more likely to get involved.  Their side is the business.  The writing is not.

I would argue that creative writing is not a commercial art at all — even in its most commercial form.  Nobody picks this profession to be rich — even pulp writers rolling in the benjamins — I’d bet money that at some point their pulp characters and pulp plots eventually start to express a little more.  It’s inevitable because how can a writer resist the opportunity?

What are the benefits of a farmers’ market for writers?

  • Farmers’ markets help maintain important social ties, linking rural and urban populations and even close neighbors in mutually rewarding exchange.
  • market traffic generates traffic for nearby businesses
  • buying at markets encourages attention to the surrounding area and ongoing activities
  • by providing outlets for ‘local’ products, farmers’ markets help create distinction and uniqueness, which can increase pride and encourage visitors to return.*

Reduced transport, storage, and refrigeration can benefit communities too:

  • lower transport & refrigeration energy costs
  • lower transport pollution
  • lower transport infrastructure cost (roads, bridges, etc.)
  • less land dedicated to food storage*

You might be thinking, ‘some of these farming references are stretching this comparison a little thin’, but stay with me:

Refrigeration: bloggers don’t sit on their drafts as long as print writers do.  It’s often very fresh and can easily put writers on a rhythm to be producing regularly, building skill, talent and style —  more publicly than is probably good for us, though.  As well, the more we publish, the less we fear the ‘outing’ or ‘coming out’ process.  Our work doesn’t have time to become chilled by fear and insecurity.

Lower transportation infrastructure: sometimes we really need a good editor, huh?  I tell you, published typos and bad grammar are the worst shame. However, the fewer hands that a draft goes through, the better editors we become of our own work.  And it’s got a more ‘organic style’.  With any art-form, there is the risk of too much polishing and perfecting that can scrub the soul out of a piece. This leads to long periods of refrigeration.

Less land dedicated to food storage:  no more drafts decaying in your files.  And if you’re older like me, you might have a few piles of hard copies of older drafts cluttering your living space.

I know I’ve started some controversial subjects in this blog and a lot more can and should be said about it.  However, blogs were not meant to be long and I’ve already gone too far – in more ways than one.  I will leave everything else that needs to be said to linger suggestively in cyberspace.

Thanks for playing with this idea with me.

© lyw 

(*facts on farmers’ markets c/o wikipedia)

 

Poetry Found, but not Lost

 

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Sunset image c/o http://riseonwings.org/

So we conclude the poetry campaign …

Today’s video and blog concludes the poetry campaign on the lyw YouTube channel, having gone for approximately five months.  It’s been a great ride into social media and the business of other poets and artists online.

In five months, I was introduced to the first young, living poet for who I would become a fan.  My research dug up master poets from the past, as well as from different cultures and languages, that would have never existed for me without this campaign.  I animated poems both old and obscure, strange and passionate through music and video; watching some of my own poems dance this way and that.  I connected with strangers online knowing next to nothing about them other than a common interest in art and poetry.

Since the purpose of this campaign was to promote poetry appreciation, it seems ironic that I found my own appreciation was not as active as I thought.  I write  poetry.  I certainly like my own enough.  And I like the poets that helped to form my style and tastes.  Most of these poets are writers who I found when I was an active student of literature; that was over 20 years ago.

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Horse and Train painting by Alex Colville By Source (WP:NFCC#4), Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=40007706

With old poetry always evolving, or being discovered, and new poetry constantly being written, I can hardly say I am current.

With reflection, I think I must have assumed that today’s poetry was just like me: an older generation writer holding onto an older generation’s genre and therefore that genre must still be stuck in its past glory.  Thus, I must have further assumed that the poets that I looked up to 20 years ago, made up the same master canon for great poetry today.  My old canon was also limited to what was available to my North American education.  Poetry is international and multi-cultural.

As this campaign’s goal was to stretch the shrinking niche market of poetry; so did my own revitalization begin.  How priceless is that?

I hope that poetry explodes on the Internet.  I think it is the best place for it now.  At this point, it will not make anybody rich.  Writers can be liberated by that fact.  Poetry can be made exclusively for the craft, and certainly NOT made exclusive to a few.

However, there is a risk to poetry storming the Internet.  It is the same risk that many Internet news sites and social media tools are under: too much filler content.  Content for the sake of content should be an Internet sin.  Readers are drowning in this stuff.  Blank space is beautiful and better on the eyes and mind than some of the ‘news’ I have read online.  Pinterest has become one of my favourite social media tools because it values visual content over text.  This may seem contradictory for a writer of words, however, in this bombastic Information Age, less is so much better.

So poetry not only needs to take advantage of the benefits of the Internet, it can be part of its solution.  Don’t let your wonderful poetry get buried under six feet of fillers.  And if you have a 50 page epic poem that is itching to be read, you just need to be extra inventive in the way you present that online.  There are lots of free, online tools and tutorials on how to do that.  Plain text is not the way to use a platform that hosts text, images, audio and video, as well as social networking tools.

Also another idea for the dream of a Poetry Revolution online: I think copyright permissions need to be easier to request and get.  Publishers need to make it easier to share their publications for non-commercial use and get more master poets (meaning: more than the usual suspects) actively read online.  Let’s make them the next YouTube sensations!  If kitten videos can get a million viewers then so can our best poets.

I would also love to see more living, contemporary  writers have their own professional websites or web profiles that make them easier to contact.  The stereotype of writers who must work in extreme isolation and loneliness has never been a healthy one; even for introverts, like me.  For writers who are available online, people might be so moved by your work that they will promote your work through their own social media. Writers online make it easier to share their great work, as well as contact, for proper permission, to use their work.

Thank you for reading this blog.  I hope you enjoy the last video installment to our poetry campaign on the lyw YouTube channel.  The theme is simple: these are clips from poems I found during the poetry campaign that are fabulous but didn’t fit any of my other themes:

 

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O Muse!

This week’s video and blog is celebrating classic epic-style poetry.  Though this is not the easiest type of poetry for the modern reader, this video attempts to prove that sometimes it’s fun to get ‘lost in the translation’ be that from the ancient languages that much of this poetry comes from or due to the cultural and literary differences between that long, long time ago and our current day.

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stone sculpture by Unknown – Jastrow (2007) *

I suspect that the term, ‘lost in translation’, must have been born from the study of our ancient poets because the richness and beauty of their epic poems is often dependent on the strength of the translations.

I have found when reading some translations of the Roman poet, Virgil, that often I am compelled to shout, ‘it doesn’t always have to rhyme!’  However, I recognize that my tastes are subjective and influenced by my own culture and society.  Much of the epic poetry known to the Western world is translated into Old English.  It was as different a time and place, to me, as was ancient Greece and Rome.  It is natural that I prefer the more direct and modern translations of our classical, epic-style poetry by the great American poet, Robert Fitzgerald.

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– illustration ‘Great American Culture’ by Pui Yan Fong*

Another impediment to epic poetry for the modern reader (who is like me) is that these publications often resemble ancient Greek or Roman columns; blocks and blocks of text, text and more text.  For the TV babies out there, raised to have short attention spans, the mere sight of these poems is daunting.  These stony blocks of classical verse are a huge contrast to the fluid lines and generous use of airy space found in most modern free verse poetry.  For this reason, it is essential for lovers of these classic poems to bring us their favourite passages in bite-size pieces because, after all these centuries, hidden deeply within these columns of text, are lines of poetry that have not lost a drop of their original succulence; have not withered any of their heroic richness; and speak on themes that are as relevant to our current day.

It was the film, ‘O Brother, Where Art Thou?’ that re-introduced to me Homer’s epic poem, ‘The Odyssey,’ by providing a small quote in the beginning of the film.  I hadn’t read it since University and back then, it did feel like a chore.  So it took the Coen brothers to revive for me this quintessential quote for the human soul’s trials through this earthly life.

“O Muse! Sing in me, and through me tell the story

Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,

A wanderer, harried for years on end …”

*The translation appears to be a slightly tweaked version of Fitzgerald’s translation.

I should also note that epic poetry is an international genre. There have been epic poems written in many different cultures and languages. Unfortunately, I’m limited by what is available to the English language, and online.

After completing the research for this poetry video, I have concluded that our master epics need a fresh translation with every generation.  The alternative solution would be for a new Homer or Dante to emerge and write a new ‘Odyssey’ or ‘Divine Comedy.’  However, it is hard to imagine a world of literature without these specific pieces somewhere inside despite having been written so long ago.

I hope you enjoy this next video installment to our poetry campaign on YouTube.  This video will introduce to you some bite-size pieces of poetry from Ovid, Homer, Dante, Virgil, and (my favourite poet) Anonymous:

(Aug 6, 2016 – I’ve tweaked this video twice now to improve flow and sound quality. Hard to tell if it actually does sound better because I believe WIN 10 has messed up my audio!  Everything sounds ‘tinny’.)

 

© lyw

* stone sculpture by Unknown – Jastrow (2007), CC BY 2.5, c/o: https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2598931

* Great American Culture – illustration by Pui Yan Fong c/o: http://www.puiyanfong.com/thesis.html

What Colour is there?  When Songs Sing Poetry?

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Rock Star painting by Thomas Fedro: http://fidostudio.net/

When music and poetry meet, it can be a beautiful thing.  Sometimes, music can carry and keep words in our minds far better than static words on a page.  A vocalist can interpret and add an emotional connection to the words.   With music, a poem can become an anthem.

So what’s the difference in a song, once poetry gets involved?  This is open to interpretation, and argument, as with any art-form that wants to evolve.  However, I think it’s safe to say that lyrics, which are also poetry, shouldn’t sound too stupid or naked once the vocals or music are taken away.

Songs lyrics can actually be considered a separate literary genre because they build meaning and emotion in a unique way.   Through repetition, tone and rhythm, songs have an incredible power to communicate and tell a story that goes all the way back to tribal times.  The power of song can actually change the meaning of a story by the way the words are sung.  Spoken word poetry works in a similar way; however, this is only one genre of poetry and does not define all of poetry.

A song lyric needs more, or even less, than a strong message or emotion or a desire to be serious, intellectual or important to be poetry.  Of course, that’s arguable.

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Elegy to the Spanish Republic No. 110 by Robert Motherwell, 1971, Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum c/o: Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10881894

However, the most irrefutable statement about poetry is that it is not prose.  Why does a writer choose to say something in this ‘different’ way?  Just to be weird or something?  Hopefully, when we choose to express ourselves in verse it is simply because we think poetry expresses, whatever we are expressing, better than prose; and becomes proof that sometimes the human race feels and communicates beyond ordinary speech and language.

So this week’s video, as part of the ongoing poetry campaign on the lyw Youtube channel, is a poetry compilation, taking pieces of lyrics from popular Western music.  I was so sure I could quote at least one Smith’s song in this video but, alas, these are lyrics that not only need the singer and music behind them but a strong dose of teenage angst.

I started this video with the opening lines from Homer’s, the Odyssey.  It is not a song itself but captures beautifully why literature would want to get up and sing.

Some extra notes about the making of the video:

Google searches for poetic song lyrics are not adequate.  I had to dig through my own library for songs thus totally outing myself and my corresponding generation.  Though part of this video may seem like I am a Baby Boomer, that is actually one good indication that I am, in fact, Generation X.

The second note, about the making of this video, is that I became acutely aware that my search was limited by the English language.  Music is a multi-national and multi-cultural art that unites.  Half my collection is not in English.  I have no idea what these songs are saying and they still mean so much to me.

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An Act of Poetry

Reading out loud is an excellent exercise to strengthen mental and physical coordination, as well as improve our ability to speak with confidence. The type of literature that we choose to read aloud can reap even greater benefits.  Poetry over, say, cereal boxes, can turn a practical exercise into an indelible moment.

The practice of reading aloud improves verbal articulation, pronunciation, flow and confidence in how we introduce ourselves to people, groups or deliver a presentation. We might be surprised at how awkward reading aloud can be compared to reading silently, if we don’t do it often.  The eyes, the mouth, the vocal chords are all going at the same time that our minds are interpreting the language, meaning and emotion of these funny marks that make up our written language.  Quality presentation, personal or professional, requires quality physical and intellectual control.  In addition, when we read a poem, like we were the poet who wrote it, we also exercise our range of emotion and empathy.

There is a little acting involved in reading poetry aloud.  For those of us who aren’t actors, the fun is there if we can surmount any fear of being foolish.  Foolishness has a magical way of breaking down shyness, stress and insecurity and thereby providing us with an opportunity to shine as much as we can or want.

One of the coolest poems to read out loud is, Invictus, by William Ernest Henley.   But only as cool as we can be convincing.

Another feel-gooder (I know that’s not a real word) is by Sarah Williams, from the poem, The Old Astronomer to His Pupil:

Often when I meet people who don’t like poetry, they often tell me that it’s because they just don’t/can’t ‘get’ it.  Aside from all the practical and personal benefits from reading poetry aloud, to me, the most important benefit is that it negates the reader’s need to ever ‘get’ a poem again.  If we read a poem like we were the person who wrote it, there would be nothing to get outside of ourselves and this old art-form can take on new life through us.  I would love to hear and see more people embrace poetry this way.

In lieu of a poetry video created by me,  I have copied below several Youtube links to excellent dramatic readings to great poetry.  There aren’t any grim readers in this list:

  1. François Villon’s “Ballade pour France” read LIVE by OÁC
  2. Nike soccer commercial. Pablo Neruda poem
  3. La Belle Dame Sans Merci read by Ben Whishaw
  4. Bill Murray Reads Wallace Stevens
  5. Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18
  6. He wishes for the cloths of heaven, by William Butler Yeats, read by Anthony Hopkins
  7. Gathering Paradise: Bill Murray Reads to Construction Workers at Poets House.mov (the reading of Emily Dickinson’s poem begins at the 3rd minute, the rest is just funny)

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Putting the HIIT in Poetry

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vintage boxing gloves image c/o: http://jenshede.com/2014/01/30/opening-lines/

Making poetry part of our daily exercise can be as compelling as HIIT (High Intensity Interval Training) workouts.  Obviously, working different muscle groups but, I swear, the same burn can be there.  It can last a lot longer, too.

HIIT training workouts have become a popular fitness trend because they provide quick bursts of physical activity and adrenaline with optimal results in a short amount of time.

What are the terms that we hear with HIIT training?  Fire, heat, burn.  It hurts.  And people like that.  It seems an obvious answer to an urban lifestyle that can often numb the senses and one’s vitality.

In this modern society, the brain needs as much stimulation as the body to stay healthy. Diet and exercise help the brain but nothing like a daily dose of ‘huh?’  The most popular forms of poetry are sentimental, day calendar fillers and greeting card varieties. This might toast some bread, lightly, but it will not fire up your brain and may curdle your imagination.

Poetry isn’t easy on the brain.  The good stuff never is.  It’s meant to work the mind in the same way a good physical workout changes your muscles and organs in as little as a few lines of poetry.  Great creative literature compels the imagination to engage; it don’t work if you don’t.   Unfortunately, this kind of poetry is often met with, ‘I don’t get it — and never will.’  To that, please consider that we all can’t get to 60 burpees without starting at 10.

A great hit of poetry can stun the mind into a whole new place for at least a moment or two.  It’s the same feeling one can get when running outside when one has passed being sore and annoyed.

A great hit of poetry is a beautiful image or idea to follow you for the rest of the day like a secret meditation place in your mind, reminding you of something bigger than your daily grind.

And every once in a while, you will get the best result, which is, you will meet a poem, a workout, that changes you – for better, not worse; transformation over mutation.  (Hey, I admit, there is dark literature that grows nothing but fear and other nasty things – and often written with the best intentions.  However, that is for another blog.)

I’ve said it before that poems make great friends, the best ones, that when you find them, will stick with you for the rest of your conscious life; always ready for you if you just open them.

There is so much of this poetry out there.  I am often surprised at just how much great poetry has been written by our species.  The irony is that until these poems are found and read, they remain so quiet and dormant, when in fact they are bursting with vitality and our humanity.

This next poetry video, for the lyw YouTube channel, features clips to give the mind and imagination some challenging sport.  I tucked in an old poem called, A Windhover, into this video.  It’s extremely dramatic. When read on its rhythm, and with feeling, it is a thrilling ride.  I hope nobody comes down on me for rendering the whole poem.  It’s so enchanting that it feels like spell-casting. I didn’t want to leave anything out.  I think everybody should feel this poem.

Thanks for reading this blog.  I hope you enjoy this video:

© lyw

a tantric guide

Slide1a tantric guide is a funny poem about a woman’s introduction to tantric yoga in her pursuit of personal wisdom while living in an urban, middle-class society.

Yoga has been a popular form of exercise in almost every major Western city for decades.  Not only is it great exercise, it helps the body prevent and heal from injury – and some argue, from sickness.  The physical practice also calms the mind and relaxes stress.

Yoga is more than just physical exercise, however, since the physical is enough to cover the above benefits, most of us don’t look further.  In the twenty years that I have practiced yoga, I satisfied myself mainly with just the physical study and a little meditation.

The focus of this poem surrounds my attempt to go a little further out there into tantric yoga — with as open a mind as I could possibly manage.  I started with a book.  I took from it what wisdom I could but had to leave a lot of it behind.

Tantric yoga is a fascinating study that makes the asanas (physical exercises) of yoga seem like child’s play in comparison.  Though there is wisdom in this study, I am glad that I had enough self-awareness to decide what was or was not for me.  I’m also glad that I didn’t close myself completely at the first sign of ‘I ain’t doing that’, for I would have lost the opportunity to find what beauty and wisdom that I did in tantric yoga.  I didn’t forcefully reject anything.  I put aside what wasn’t for me, kept what seemed good for further consideration and continued to the end of the book.

Slide2One needs the courage to be vulnerable to accept life lessons. However, one also needs the self-confidence to know when something is not right for him or her. This may seem difficult if one is trying to learn that self-confidence.  I think your heart will always tell you, regardless, if you listen carefully.  I hope so, anyway.

You know what I think is my saving grace in life lessons?  I never take myself too seriously.  Lessons, I absorb as earnestly as I can but I remind myself that I am an absurd little human and I learn wisdom very slowly and because I am uniquely absurd, somebody else’s mantra is not necessarily my own.

I have wondered if this mindset prevents me from taking the greater wisdom from life lessons.  This has been suggested a few times in my personal and literary studies as much as the opposite.  I do take some things very seriously but this is an exclusive list.  And even then, I think there is room for a little humour.

I hope you enjoy this funny poem despite being a little out there.

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a pinch of Chinese Hermitage in my Poet Tea

When studying poetry from China, I noticed three common traits in the ancient masters: hermitry, piety and drinking.  What an extreme combination!

Now I’m sure these poets had more common things in common than that but either they liked to write about these subjects or people liked to write or publish these subjects about them.  Or maybe I isolated these traits to flatter my own childhood mythology of the old, kung-fu sage living wild in the forest.

Nevertheless, I mean no disrespect to these fine poets and wish to loudly celebrate their virtues in this next instalment of our poetry campaign on Youtube and this blog.  And, again, without disrespect, ask that we consider how these extreme traits either sculpted these poets or these poets sculpted these traits through poetry.  Did the art bring them to extremes or did the extremes bring them to art?  I think it’s important to note that apparently enjoying wine was not considered a bad habit in China by these poets. Their poetry suggests that it indicated a person who enjoys the raptures of life — when they are available.

Last week, this blog discussed how artists can benefit from making a study of their contemporaries as much as the masters of our crafts.  This week, we’ll try the flipside and look at some of the oldest and, to this day, most revered master poets from China.

Slide1Poetry from back in that ancient day in China is shrouded in mysticism and exoticism.  How can any of us be anything but ignorant when reflecting on a culture and time that is like a fantasy novel?   Yet as far away as these times and these poets are from us now, through their poetry, they join us today.  And they are wonderful souls to meet; hermit souls that bring us poetry devoted to nature and harmony without ignoring the restraints of the human society and court that surrounds its borders. Essentially that seems to be what hermitry gives to the writer — or the writer takes from hermitry; wild isolation wouldn’t be that interesting if it wasn’t an escape from a cultivated society.

A big difference I noticed in the way I read this ancient, Eastern poetry, compared to most of the modern Western poetry I have been featuring, is that each line of poetry needs a pause afterwards.  It does not flow like water or music.  It makes for pretty slow reading but I think that’s part of its charm.  Please forgive me though for producing a 9 minute video, as a result.

As fantastic legends or passionate extremists or ordinary human craftsmen, this week’s poetry video, for the lyw Youtube channel, would like to introduce you to the masters: Hanshan, Po Chü-i, Tu Fu, Wang Wei and Shiwu.

Shout out to the great interpreter and translator, Red Pine, aka Bill Porter.  His translations have made many important Chinese texts available in English and thus to a greater part of the Western world.  As well, his translations are beautiful and show an incredible poet in himself.

Also, if curious about the biographies of these fine fellows, below is a list of my online research sources:

Hope you enjoy the video:

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Bamboo brush painting:  By Gu An – Zhongguo gu dai shu hua jian ding zu. 1999. Zhongguo hui hua quan ji. Zhongguo mei shu fen lei quan ji. Beijing: Wen wu chu ban she. Volume 8. Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9047267

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The Art of Looking Sideways, Instead of Up

I read a great quote from actor Tom Hiddleston (loved him as Henry V) who said of his contemporary peers, “I used to look up for inspiration, like every actor does, to people like Daniel Day-Lewis, Robert De Niro, Kenneth Branagh … Now I look sideways.” [Quote Link]

Most artists learn by studying the masters of whatever craft that we aspire to learn; however, by looking sideways to our great contemporaries we learn to be part of our craft’s current zeitgeist.  Our peers inspire us to get to work towards our own ‘mastery’.  Comparing masters and peers is like saying that was great, what about now?  That’s the great thing about art.  Any creative craft by its nature wants to evolve.  Whether we are great or not, if we’re going to call ourselves artists, we are responsible for now. This may seem like an obvious fact but if you’ve spent most of your career studying instead of doing; it becomes a necessary reminder.

Now, we wouldn’t call anything a ‘master work’ if it didn’t have a timeless quality that speaks to any generation.  However, it’s not comparable to an artist who is living in that generation.  I guess that depends on whether you believe that art is a reflection of its society.

One startling realization, after reading Tom Hiddleston’s quote, is that all of my favourite poets have already passed away or are definitely from an older generation.  I don’t pursue contemporary artists unless they are being loudly celebrated and awarded.  And unfortunately, contemporary poets are not loudly celebrated.

Funnier still is that there are many masters and master works that did nothing for me. A ‘master’ work can suck as much as amateur one, in my subjective opinion, and a master work can easily escape ever being published or promoted, yet I still assume that I should study the established canon more than a contemporary artist.

The poet, Warsan Shire, that I featured in a previous blog is one of the first living and contemporary poets that has truly moved me – ever.  She’s just 28!  How did I find her?  During a Google search for something other than her.

I would love to say that for this week’s poetry video on the lyw YouTube channel, I have a montage of clips from our latest and greatest contemporary poets, but the task to hunt down copyright permissions is not worth a 5-minute video.

Instead, here is a link to some great contemporary poetry contest prize winners online as well as larger poetry sites, with copyright permissions.

Thanks for reading this blog/rant.  I realize many of my opinions in this one are strong and there are many other artists that would argue in other directions just as strongly.  It is just something to consider, and should in no way take you away from your art — to argue about art.

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Hephaestus – a poem by lyw

Hephaestus is the title of a poem about a difficult relationship between two artists; one is a writer and the other is a classical painter.  Despite their beautiful art forms, these artists cannot seem to create anything other than conflict between each other.  As a result, the writer realizes that their efforts to hammer out something beautiful together has made them artists of a different art-form; one requiring a lot more sweat and toil than their preference.

Hephaestus refers to the Greek mythological god of blacksmiths, craftsmen, artisans, sculptors, metals, metallurgy, fire and volcanoes.  He is described as lame, having been thrown down from heaven, yet powerful as well as creative: a symbol of art that endures.

Dedicated to my loving, yet maddening, helu.

Please check out this latest video addition to the lyw channel on Youtube, featuring hephaestus from the poetry chapbook, ya helu: 

This Rock Wears a Wild Crown

This Rock Wears a Wild Crown is a poem about a funny guy, royally stubborn in loyalty, steadfastness, inappropriate humour and recreational pugilism.  The zen quality of rocks and the flow of time has failed to smooth any part of this demeanour.

Ironically, this poem and character can be a great yet indirect support to overly-sensitive people or anybody stuck in their own heavy moods.  His inappropriate humour and proud opinions dumbfound sensitivity and disrupt both serenity and melancholy.

Despite his roughness, he is friendly.  Despite his offensiveness, he intends no harm. Despite his admiration for the art of war, he is honest – relatively – more honest than you’d expect, anyway.

And despite my persistent confusion over his approach to life, I can’t help but think he is searching for the same things as me – just in a more combative way.  What is that, ultimately?  Love?  God?  Maybe. I’ll only indirectly admit that in poetry.

I’d like to invite you to meet this character in the poem, this rock wears a wild crown; the latest video installment to the lyw channel on Youtube, promoting poets and poetry through online media, as well as a selected poem from the poetry chapbook, ya helu.

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Warsan Shire: the Reads of a Modern, Living Poet

Warsan Shire is a great example of a modern poet who inspires her readers to the point where they engage.  At risk of infringing on copyright laws, her fans have produced their own Youtube videos, blogs and websites to honour her work.  She has inspired her readers to be active and passionate about poetry.

As a result, Warsan Shire has achieved exactly what I aspire towards as a poet.  She has achieved what I think poetry needs in its readership: active engagement — not just for our beloved ‘dead poets’ societies’ but also our living ones; the poets of this era and generation.

Warsan Shire’s popularity on YouTube alone has garnered over 100K views from these independent videos.  Her poem, ‘For women who are ‘difficult’ to love’ has generated so many different interpretations by other artists that it inspires me to think: Wouldn’t it be great, if all great poems, from living poets, were celebrated in such an unabashed way — giving pop music videos a real run for their money?  And suddenly the reader becomes more involved in judging and valuing what today’s poetry market will and should be.

However, we should note that while her readers are showing love, they aren’t obtaining proper copyright permissions; a sensitive issue with the level of share on the Internet. We all need to hesitate when at risk of infringing on another artist’s intellectual property, no matter how good the intentions are. These laws are in place to protect the work of the artists as well as the publishing industry.

However, I have met lots of obstacles in producing the videos for the current poetry campaign on the lyw Youtube channel.  I, too, have worried a few times if I was going too far in the liberties I was taking to show my appreciation for some poets and poetry. Copyright permissions are hard to get.  Contact information for the poets or the publishers is hard to get, as well.   I have done my best to adhere to the ‘fair use‘ concept used in copyright law and persisted because I believe poetry would have more love and reads, if it were more accessible, in a contemporary way.

I have a small story to illustrate a startling point.  In trying to find choice material for this blog’s poetry appreciation campaign, I started digging for poems from my own dusty library.  My library is a collection that comprises four years as an English Literature major, one year working in a bookstore, which gave me a huge discount on all books, and the rest found while wandering through used and new bookstores looking for random ideas to inspire me in any which way.  In this collection I found an anthology of ‘world contemporary poems’.  I must have bought it about 20 years ago and most likely only read about 30% of it.  Just one month ago, while producing the video ‘… a small piece of poetry can sometimes march’, I found the most amazing poet in this book  –  an amazing poet lying dormant and unknown in my own library all this time because he was buried in a 600 page anthology.  Apparently, he is also described as the greatest living poet of the Arab world.  I had no idea!  Again, he was buried in a 600 page anthology.  I was young when I bought that book.  I skimmed!  How easy it is to miss the extraordinary!

And when I discovered that his poems, ‘Song for A Man in the Dark’ and ‘Elegy for the Time at Hand’ weren’t copied all over the Internet like all my other English favourites, I just wanted to shout his poems to the world.  Adunis.  His name is Adunis, aka Adonis or Ali Ahmad Said Esber.  He’s around eighty years old now.  He has no lack of controversy posted about him online but too few poems.

I wish I could show you all the great poems in my library that are not being actively celebrated online.  I would love a great big, ‘show and tell’, online because there are too many poets lost in my library.  I think poetry needs readers to be encouraged to be active fans. I love the passion of Warsan Shire’s fans.  It gives me hope for the future of poetry.  But there is that fine line:  How do we protect the artists and the artist’s industry while keeping our reads bright and burning?   Something to think about.

Till then, this week’s poetry appreciation video(s) are links to two videos produced for Warsan Shire on Youtube by other artists.  Please enjoy this amazing poem, ‘For women who are ‘difficult’ to love’:

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Have you Seen Poetry Yet?

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Poetry is the title of a film about a grandmother, from a small town in Korea, reacting to her current life and a recent local tragedy that has involved her family. Despite her age and the odds against her, she continues to try to better her circumstances by taking a poetry class.

The film itself is very visual and always gives just enough character and plot to keep your imaginations grasping for the rest of her; very much like the fragmented narrative style of modern poetry.

The main character is unable to plainly tell us or anybody how she really feels or what she is doing and why.  And never does.  At the end of the film … well, I’m a natural-born spoiler, so I won’t go any further about the contents of the movie.  Despite feeling quite melancholy after this 2 1/2 hour long film, I think it is worth seeing.  The story and main character are beautifully portrayed and I continued to think about the film for several days after seeing it.

Slide1As part of the poetry campaign for this blog, this week’s poetry video takes a sample from a poem within this film to entice you to either read the full poem or watch this film.

This is, by far, my favourite poetry video that I have done for the lyw channel on Youtube.  This poem so captures the delicate yet enduring quality of the main character of this film.  It was a pleasure to choose the quiet black and white photography to breathe with this meditative text.  I only wish I could have had the freedom to render the whole poem.

I don’t know if it’s a copyright thing but the entire poem is difficult to find on the Internet. The one I did find was not faithful to the English translation provided directly in the film. However, when I went back to the film to read the poem faithfully, I found the placement of periods and commas a little confusing there, as well.  Most likely, something was lost in translation. We just need to learn Korean, I guess, for the real version of the poem.

Please visit the following link to this week’s poetry video, sampling one of Poetry‘s poems:

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Who is Helweh, the Troll?

Slide1‘helweh, the troll’ is a poem about a character who seeks an answer to a question that is thrown upon her: ‘how do you earn a living?’ She is a mythical creature considering the human pursuit of financial security and quality of life. She is a character who finds herself in employment that does not suit her natural talents.

Written with affection and humour for somebody I know, as well as many people who I suspect have a little troll blood in them, she was a former co-worker who I shared many a coffee break and, back in that day, a smoke break. We worked many hours in the same business district and cultivated a strange balance of dedication to our work and finding time for our own personal well-being. She, unfortunately, had a shorter fuse and patience for office culture and never stayed at any job for long.  Funny as hell though and as long as I work downtown, I hope she does, too, even though she would prefer something else.  Office environments need people like her.

This quasi fairy tale / myth was written using the breadcrumb trail of poetry as the vehicle for narration.  The poem is part of the poetry chapbook, ya heluas well as this week’s addition to the lyw channel on Youtube, currently rolling out a poetry campaign making poets and poetry our daily treat and exercise.

When creating Helweh as my hero, I drew inspiration from Joseph Campbell’s book, The Hero with a Thousand Faces, and Dante Alighieri’s epic poem, The Divine Comedy. In this poem, Helweh’s character makes a hapless comparison between her journey and that of Dante’s epic journey through Hell and Purgatory towards Heaven.

Slide2In regards to Joseph Campbell’s, The Hero with a Thousand Faces, many years ago, I found this non-fiction book a compelling read that dissected the role of the hero in human myth and story. As well, this book left me with the hopeful idea that I am, or can be, the hero in my own life’s story – alas, a hope that I have often found disappointed ever since.  Still, it’s a beautiful and passionate book for a work of non-fiction and I don’t regret this aggravated kernel of hope imbedded in my heart. I humour it sometimes and it keeps me humble. At the end of the poem, I left Helweh with a possible answer to her riddle yet it is unknown if or how she will implement it.  If I, or my friend, have not lived up to the call-to-adventure, then perhaps this Helweh lass will.

As an aside, I remember having a cynical thought when I finished reading Campbell’s book, that today’s real world did not look for leadership from heroes or encourage the possibility of living heroes. It is as if the concept is left to fantasy, film and fiction; for those who wear capes and need special powers.

It was a wonderful journey writing this poem. I did not know how it would end or how I would help Helweh answer her question when I first began writing it.  I guess if I wanted to make myself feel better about Joseph Campbell’s book, I could say that I did answer a very subjective call-to-myself in this poem.

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A Reoccurring Knock at my Door

Image: Hungry-for-Change-Cover.jpgI want to take a break from this blog’s current poetry campaign to share a compelling and resounding note that has randomly repeated itself several times over the past few years and did so twice over this past weekend: the debate about how our individual bodies and the body of this planet need us to adopt a more plant-based diet.

This note has reoccurred in documentary films that I or my partner have randomly picked to pass an evening.  It has been suggested from various different angles: one documentary followed one man’s journey to be healthier and thinner, another documentary followed various modern day farmers and their daily struggles, to another man’s journey to live up https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5f/Fat%2C_Sick_and_Nearly_Dead_%28film%29.jpgto Al Gore’s Inconvenient Truth.

In terms of poetry, it does seem awfully poetic that the planet’s environmental and ecological problems can be paralleled to the health and fitness of one average human diet.

Of course there are other sides to the arguments and these documentaries tend to present heavily on the side of the more plant-based diet and food industry.  I have provided Wikipedia web-links that summarize these documentaries as well as provide counter-argument links.

However, after watching Forks over Knives last Sunday, and having watched Cowspiracy the night before that, I am convinced enough to try the more plant-based diet.

undefinedI can’t just give up all meat and junk completely!  I love food.  I love dessert!  Food is something I experience with all of my senses and therefore I compare it to a passion for life.  It is considerable for me to venture towards a life with less butter and fewer warm, comforting stews — even letting go of my childhood affection for Chef Boyardee is a loss to me.  However, with my own body and energy levels lagging so much in the past few years, I don’t want my passion for food to affect my ability to enjoy my other passions for life – or anybody else’s — or that of any future generation.  If the food that is my passion is no longer being produced sustainably and is damaging to my body and planet than it sounds more
like a vice.  I cannot see myself becoming completely vegetarian or anti-junk food — yet.  I File:Forks Over Knives movie poster.pngwill never stop hoping that chocolate cake and chips become healthy and nutritious one day but, until then, I think beautifully grown fruits and vegetables can be sexy too.

Please consider watching / listening to one or two of these films, that are cited below, and being part of this conversation.

All of these films are now currently available on Netflix.

Here is the growing list.

1. Hungry for Change – Hungry for Change exposes shocking secrets the diet, weight loss and food industry don’t want you to know about: deceptive strategies designed to keep you coming back for more. [ http://docuwiki.net/index.php?title=Hungry_for_Change ]

2. Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead’ is the easiest of this list of films to get into because it’s personal and funny though there are some strong and good arguments against exclusive juice dieting or long-term ‘cleansing’.

“Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead – a 2010 American documentary film which follows the 60-day journey of Australian Joe Cross across the United States as he follows a juice fast to regain his health under the care of Dr. Joel Fuhrman.”[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fat,_Sick_and_Nearly_Dead]

3. Farmland – though this film seems to have been done to support animal farming traditions and modernized efforts, I finished the film with a stronger preference towards the two organic vegetable farmers featured in this film.  [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmland_(film)]

4. Cowspiracy – The film explores the devastating impact of animal agriculture on the environment, and investigates the policies of environmental organizations on this issue. Environmental organizations investigated in the film include Greenpeace, Sierra Club, Surfrider Foundation, Rainforest Action Network, and many more. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cowspiracy]

5. Forks Over Knives (2011) is an American advocacy film that advocates a low-fat, whole-food, plant-based diet as a way to avoid or reverse several chronic diseases.[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forks_Over_Knives]

undefined6. The film ‘Vanishing of the Bees‘ indirectly advocates this message. The story is centered on the sudden disappearance of honey bees from beehives around the world. [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanishing_of_the_Bees]

 

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a reliable friend in poetry

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A good, solid friendship is a lot like poetry; that kind of thing that is difficult to fully appreciate until one really, and often accidentally, benefits from it, and then, it becomes worthy of headline news and daily study.

Poetry on friendship,  however, is often over-loaded with too much sentiment, and like too many sweets, can hide the goodness that should be there – in fact, it can make a poem feel like it lacks substance – and that should never happen when writing about a friend.  Having and being a good friend is not just sweet but essential to healthy, human success.

In this week’s poetry video on the lyw channel, we celebrate poetry that values reliable friendship — friendship that not only provides sweetness, but protein, good fatty acids, and bitter healthy greens. This video is also a great way to balance the poetry on war and strife that was discussed in the last blog on this site.

Slide2Creating a video compilation of poetry on friendship, even in fragments, was a challenge.  Most of what I found on the internet was of the greeting-card variety — very generic and easy to apply.  Poems on friendship, like other ‘sentimental’ poems, are the hardest poems to write well because of the over-abundance of sentiment, similes and the need to explain in prose.  i.e. ‘I love you because you’re great… etc., etc., etc.’

Now I realize my ideas of what makes a great poem is not universal.  As well, poetry found on-line, on any subject, is limited.  However, it makes me sad that I found more great poems on the subject of war than great poems on friendship, in my biased internet research.

Slide3I began crafting this video with Maya Angelou’s, ‘A Conceit,’ for its warmth balanced with strength and clarity.  Then, I invoked a little T.S. Eliot, as well as a fragment from one of my favourite friendly poets, Robert Burns, even though I have difficulty understanding his Scottish English.  It is easy to understand his warmth, vitality and poetic eye for what he values most in his life.  He aims his poetry very specifically and with a robust heartfelt vigour.  I also featured a sample from Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market poem.  Although this poem doesn’t directly address friendship very often, the heroism in the poem is an act of profound love and friendship.

Thank you for reading this blog.  Please click on the link to enjoy the latest video compilation on the lyw Youtube channel celebrating of poetry on friendship:

I would also like to invite poets to submit poetry celebrating a friend or friendship to this blog site, ‘a reliable friend.’  It is an old blog site that was originally created to celebrate a friend arriving at her 40th birthday and reinvented in an effort to continue building an on-line library of poetic friendship strong enough to hold any kind of front-line.

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MELANCHOLY

a great poem found on WordPress …

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Melancholy of old thrills me again
Talking to you, a sense of helplessness creeps into my heart
I away fear that we’ve toiled in vain
And then we chart a while and part
And after you are gone, I sit and revisit your words.
I feel so sad, so sad and so numb
In the darkness, I’m alone cold, cold is the night

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… a small piece of poetry can sometimes march

 

painting: "Charles Leslie - Landscape" by Charles Leslie (British, 1835-1890) c/o wikipedia

painting: “Charles Leslie – Landscape” by Charles Leslie (British, 1835-1890) c/o wikipedia

Watching the news, reading Hemingway and most non-fiction tends towards that factual quality that says: take it or leave it for what it is.  And when the news is unpleasant, it can leave one feeling a little helpless.  And when such a story meets a great poet, this combination can be an effective vehicle for delivering uncomfortable truths.

Like the news, a poem can inform a reader on all the realities of our day but with a lot more empathy. A great poet can make a news story, the poet’s story.  A great poem invites readers to make the poet’s story, their story – if for just the moment of reading.  Thus, this kind of news can be quite powerful.

Painting: "Magdalen with the Smoking Flame c1640 Georges de La Tour" by Georges de La Tour c/o wikipedia

Painting: “Magdalen with the Smoking Flame c1640 Georges de La Tour” by Georges de La Tour c/o wikipedia

Some of the best poems ever written are about the ugliest subjects such as war, hatred and other such human sorrows and evils.  My purpose in this blog is to attract more readers to poetry not disturb them away, however, since we explore the best qualities in poetry I think this less sunny side must be touched on a little bit.

Langston Hughes was the first poet, in my research, to pull me in this direction.  While his work is very soulful and searching, his poetry is also very politicalfor lack of a better word.  I don’t think he crafted himself that way as a poet.  His life was simply submerged in political and social circumstances and he let that out in his poetry.

painting: James Ward - Gordale Scar c/o wikipedia

painting: James Ward – Gordale Scar c/o wikipedia

Deeper into this research, I found two incredible poets who wrote amazing poetry about war. It was late at night. I was alone in front of my laptop.  I fell into the war poetry of Miklós Radnóti and Wilfred Owen and it felt like the world stood still.  The poems are disturbing but I can honestly say I am grateful to be disturbed by this work, especially the postcard series from Miklós Radnóti.  Not only did he write powerfully but he gave the raw story about his circumstances, while still retaining his humanity and helping me feel my own even when reading about such a horrible time in our history.  I’m being deliberately vague.  If interested, please find the full poems.  They are uncomfortable, though.  His poems brought me closer to that time in history than any film, book, teacher or documentary I have experienced on that subject.  And they are very short poems.

If this blog has peaked your interest, please check out this week’s ‘poetry appreciation’ video on Youtube, … a small piece of poetry can sometimes march, which is a short collection of fragments from brilliant war and political poetry, with a fitting intro from one of Dylan Thomas’ famous poems.  I took care to exclude anything that was too graphic or depressing.  The purpose of this video is not to disturb anybody but to suggest that some poems, some poets – like some subjects – may be worth being disturbed by and to invite readers to seek out these poems, as well as other poets that have the skill to tell our harder stories.

Also, if interested in exploring other art forms that were inspired by social/political circumstances, please check out:

  1. ANPO: Art X War – a 2010 documentary film directed by Linda Hoaglund. This film discusses the post-war American military occupation in Japan through the eyes of visual artists.  http://www.anpomovie.com/
  1. The Wasteland – an uplifting documentary of an artist who goes to Rio de Janeiro’s largest landfill site to create portraits with garbage aided by local garbage pickers. http://www.wastelandmovie.com/
  1. Also please check out Andrew Graham Dixon’s art documentary series on Russian Art where he features the courageous work of the Wanderers. It was available online but unfortunately I was unable to find an active link. He’s prominent on YouTube. I imagine it will become available again soon.

Flipping old-school Poetry Readings

Poetry readings were pretty bad when I was younger – the ones I went to, anyway.  I remember going to a few random poetry events in my late teens.  I convinced myself I wasn’t cultured enough to fully appreciate them and kept going. By mid-university, I wouldn’t go to a poetry reading unless a friend or I was reading.  I needed to be friendly or at least a compassionate fellow writer to sit through these things.

Photo by Ellwood jon.

Photo by Ellwood jon.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if the writers were better public readers. Or there was something else at the event to break up the rhetoric.  A reading could go on for an hour or two, with an intermission in between, much like a theatre play.  The stage directions were: stand or sit there and read.

I remember one lady who read poetry like a monastic chant.  She completely spaced me out; I have no idea what her poems were about.  I was no better.  I would shake like a leaf and bury my head in my piece of paper.

Poetry, like Shakespeare, is often read in the most grim and joyless manner even by some famous and well-established actors – regardless of whether the poetry is tragic or not.  I think this is due to English classes that teach poetry as something very serious and important.  It wasn’t until I studied Shakespeare in university that I had a great teacher who deconstructed the human passion out of our academic studies.  Poetry and Shakespeare was not written to be bitter medicine for my intellect but because it was printed, performed, or whatever to be experienced – be an experience.

A couple of years ago, I had a great idea.  I clearly lack the connections and charisma to pull it off, so this idea is free to be taken by anybody who does – and has interest, of course.

My idea was to make poetry readings into theatrical spectacles — though more like a little circus than a play.  The writers would collaborate with a small theatre group and have the poems performed at a small, cozy venue like a café or bar.  Three or four small stages or platforms would be scattered throughout the venue.  A few times throughout the evening, there would be a pleasant call to attention and the stages would be used to perform a series of poetry that ran for no longer than 15 – 20 minutes, alternating stages per poem.  The stages could also be used to showcase other live talent between poetry sets.  The audience could sit but also move around and mingle.  And there could be themed parties! Like a masked ball, disco-nite, a Brazilian carnival, a Mardi Gras party, etc.  Lots of possibilities, no?

So that’s the brainstorm.  I haven’t done disco in decades and never with poetry.  Maybe somebody can do something for me.

Thanks for reading this blog and please visit our latest link and video to the lyw YouTube channel, promoting poets and poetry through online media.  This week’s selection is written by me from the poetry chapbook, ya helu.  It’s a funny poem about a dedicated but struggling runner:

 

* Photography “Ghost Light on Stage” by Ellwood jon – Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Commons

ya helu, a poetry chapbook by lyw

book cover jpgya helu is a collection of poems that I wrote as a poetic self-portrait following the past few years since my mother passed away.

While writing, I didn’t want to be too self-centred in my approach to these poems. Instead, I tried to write about the people, ideas and activities that I gravitated towards during this time; I wrote about what I found most engaging about them as a way of painting a picture of myself.  The indirect approach to self-examination is sometimes more accurate and appropriate.

The book concept was also influenced by recent studies in classical painting.  Most students of this art usually attempt a self-portrait at some stage in their development.  I wanted to attempt something like this in a poetic form and as a progressive stage in my development.  Thus, my approach to the poems was also very visual and mostly in the third person.  Unfortunately, there is nothing classical about my written form even in literary terms. I haven’t any talent for iambic pentameter.  I also indulged in more humour and absurdity than would be typical of a classical self-portrait.

There’s a great scene towards the end of Virginia Woolf’s novel, Between the Acts.  In this scene, actors performing a festival play turn upon the audience with pieces of reflecting objects such as tin cans, mirrors, candle-stick holders, etc., ‘Anything that’s bright enough to reflect, presumably, ourselves?’[1]  The audience, while watching, suddenly become part of the last act of the play as characters watching themselves in fragmented pieces.

This is a lovely metaphor for how to piece together a temporary sense of identity with a limited human perspective.  In ya helu, I looked at the lives and activities that drew me when I found it difficult to be drawn — from the gruelling desk, the heavy bed, the funny moods — to reflect back to me interesting pieces of myself.

Thanks for reading this blog and please accept the below invitation, welcoming one and all to check out the book as it is introduced through various social media channels:

Please click on this link for a PDF version of your invitation: Ya Helu Invitation

written by lyw


[1] Virginia Woolf, Between the Acts, Grafton Books. 1978 ed.

Why Choose a Poet?

 

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quote from a poem by Leonard Cohen

Unlike the usual handshake and hello, if you want to get to know a poet, meet him or her in their poems.  Poets reveal themselves in their work though not always directly or deliberately.  It’s like having a backdoor to somebody’s character, bypassing small talk and public appearances.

Maybe we don’t want to get to know people that intimately.  Maybe we are already buried with what people want to share.

Langston Hughes continues to be one of my favourite poets and though many of his poems are brilliant not all of them are great.  His contribution to poetry goes beyond his acclaimed and academically studied poems.  This poet wrote so prolifically that it is easy to feel like you can meet him through the various stages of his life, and through his poems I always have access to a beautiful searching soul.

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quote from a poem by Sappho

We are all beautiful souls.  Not all of us have the talent (or time) to express or study them the way our master poets have.

Now there are many writers and poets who I have found beautiful in their work and not so much in their biographies.  ie. Dylan Thomas, Ernest Hemingway, Jack London, etc … So, maybe I am being naïve about a writer’s humanity being revealed in their work? Maybe a horrible person can still produce beautiful poetry?   Fact is, there are many beautiful souls who do not write beautiful poetry.

To the not-so-beautiful poems, a voice needs the opportunity to evolve and they don’t all evolve the same way.

And to the beautiful writing but questionable characters?  Go ahead and call me naïve but I think if these writers did not always live their lives well, or to my best opinion, anyway, they got a chance to show their better sides in their writing.  Better doesn’t always mean pretty or nice.  Hughes’ beautiful soul didn’t always write pretty poems or happy ones.  Sometimes, it’s that courage or chance to be more real.  And that can often happen by accident in creative writing.

Poets never leave; they don’t die.  Poets never stop asking their questions; they never stop looking for their answers.  Poets are always accessible and alive whenever you are ready to open their poems.

Poets make good company.

Check out this great link to ‘life lines’ that people have found in the poetry of others:  https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/life-lines

Please also check out the latest addition to the lyw channel on Youtube, making poets and poetry our daily treat and exercise.  This new addition is a video in two parts called, ‘… a small piece of poetry can often feel very big…’  In this video, I collected some fragments of poetic gems and animated them with a little eye-candy and background music.  I hope I am not too biased when I say the animation does actually animate the text.

Video Part 1: ‘… a small piece of poetry can often feel very big …’

 

Video Part 2: ‘… a small piece of poetry can often feel very big …’

 

 

 

A World Wide Web of lyw-Tube?

Slide2A couple of years ago, I attempted to form a poetry project group to explore new ways to market poets and poetry.  The group is still forming and I’m ready whenever it becomes so.  Patience is something.  But in the meantime, with that initiative in mind, I recently opened a YouTube channel specific towards sharing videos on poetry, literature, art and to promote my own work as a poet.

YouTube is a great way for writers to present individual work.  By adding a little sound, colour and animation, literature can have a much wider and dynamic reach.

Anybody who has enjoyed a great literary work knows that once you get into that great piece you don’t need anything external to give you music, motion or visual engagement. However, the truth is that the poetry market is very small and very niche.  I want my poetry as well as the poets who inspire me to be more widely read and made relevant to today.  Being online is as live and current as it can get in terms of marketing and publishing.

boatNo more old-school cafe poetry readings for me.  Nobody wants to listen to a shy writer who can’t perform in public.  Now, if I’m not a great performer, I’m also not a professional video editor either but the videos are a far better marketing tool than me trying to sweat out my work on a local and lonely stage.

I never dreamed of having a YouTube channel, however, I am certain it has more promise than the traditional trade routes for poetry these days. Let’s just see how this goes.  I promise not to post too much.  😉  Social media these days can sometimes feel like a barrage of over-share.

If you would like, please check out the first video launch in the below YouTube link.  There are other poetic and literary videos shared on this channel.  I hope that if my own poetry does not move you, this channel’s mission might encourage you to explore the online potential for shared and sharing literary works.

The Ferry Woman – by lyw @ YouTube.com :

* Also, writers interested in looking into the creative projects ongoing on this WP site, please visit the following link:

https://lillianywong.wordpress.com/creative-writers-wanted/

Caribana is never too old to be free

The spirit of the Caribana Parade, now known and sponsored by the Scotiabank, is very free in every sense of the word and has not changed in the 40+ years of its life though the fences get higher and the carpet-baggers try harder.

I hadn’t been to the parade in years.  It is difficult to find a friend to go with me since I passed my mid-twenties.  I wonder if I, and my circle of friends, are getting too old and stodgy for that hot crowd, winding and rolling, jumping and bumping all down the Lake Shore Blvd.  In fact many of the people I mingle with these days have never been to the Parade though they’ve lived in the city for years.

And when I did find a new parade partner – one of those newbies – I decided that this time I should go by the paid entrance at the Exhibition Place.  Back when I was a teenager, the paid entrance was for chumps who didn’t know better.  Back then, it was understood that we pay the parade and the parade pays us with rhythm and energy – a fair exchange.  This year though, after having been away so long, I thought, I should go by the paid entrance; old ladies need a designated seat and more service.  I was intimidated by the idea of that massive crowd.

What service though?  Certainly not on the Scotiabank Caribbean Carnival website which has the design, functionality and typos of an amateur community website.  They advertised a start-time that was way too early for anybody to be there happily – especially when the parade always starts late – and did not provide much information about how to attend the parade for free.

I went to the CaribanaToronto.com website instead for information on the when and where as well as my pre-parade psyche.

We took the ‘Express’ route to the Exhibition Place and was then required to walk a few blocks to the ticket booths by the Princes’ Gates entrance.  There wasn’t any obvious signage.  Fortunately, uniformed and friendly police officers were available to direct us – though official parade volunteers would have been more appropriate.  What was most maddening was the route from the bus stop to the gates led away from the sounds of the parade.  When we got to the ticket booths, the line-ups for the $20 entrance fee were long and ugly while the music continued to call us.

That was enough for me to ditch my conservative idea and lead my newbie reveler by the hand towards the lakeshore, joining the mass of free people – free to not line-up and pay money.  Free to join the music and get closer to the energy WAY sooner than those poor people who weren’t informed better.

Once there the vibe was just as I remembered as a wee lass.  Toronto’s lakeshore is transformed once a year into a fantasy.  The costumes and floats animate fairy tales and science fiction.  Kinda like the Santa Claus Parade but this parade is Never and Wonder land mixed with Caribbean rhythm and soul that pumps the air with brightness and movement.  Among the hard-core revellers were many children, seniors and strollers.  It is as much a family affair as it is a wild party.  The crowd isn’t that overwhelming as long as one takes time and leaves impatience behind.  Some of the sound systems could use a little less bass.  Is that me being old or just appreciating quality sound?

Some traditional Caribana survival guide rules still apply:

  1. bring a towel or something to sit on.  Once one has enjoyed some dancing and music, one can rest near the water where it’s quieter.
  2. bring own bottle of water; prices are crazy
  3. Don’t buy food from the first vendor one sees.  Shop around.
  4. Try not to need the washrooms.  They are horrible.
  5. But don’t de-hydrate.

A new caveat I noticed this year is the ice-cream in the ice-cream trucks which taste borderline toxic, though that’s no reflection on Caribana.   Did this ice-cream taste okay to me when I was younger or has something gone really wrong with the recipe?

Since I was a teenager, the parade organizers have tried to put up barricades to separate the crowd from the parade for safety and orderly conduct and the crowd, including me, are compelled to break through because we have to dance with the floats and the costumed people.  Today, I must admit the fences are a good idea in some ways.  The parade flows and looks better.  Once the crowd gets in, the parade slows and gets disconnected.  Floats might become a half-hour apart creating gaps of silence where there should always be music.  Garbage quickly fills the parade route.  All those beautiful costumed people clash with all us regular-looking folk.  Let’s face it, we just cramp their style.

Still those few moments of being part of the parade is an incredible feeling.  As well, there is no other way to get close-up pictures with those beautiful people.

Caribana 2013 taught me that it is never worth paying to be free.  And certainly, I am not too old to feel young again.

tigers, humans and creative hunting

There is more than animal preservation to today’s Globe and Mail’s article, ‘In South Africa, Chinese tigers claw their way back to life.’  I was initially drawn to this article by the tigers but I carried away a more lasting curiosity about the founders of this tiger effort.

Fashion and investments seem very remote businesses from the survival of tigers – as much as we might like to make predatory metaphors for both industries.  Yet this article explains that fashion executive, Li Quan and U.S banker, Stuart Bray founded an experimental project to increase the survival efforts of one of the most endangered tiger species.  The project introduced the South China tigers to a larger and wilder reservation in South Africa which was met with criticism from conservation experts.

What makes these two people pursue this project so outside their industries, and with controversy?  More typical would be to see executives attending gala events or celebrities having concerts where all the money goes to the experts to do things like end poverty forever.

The cost and the work to establish this project have been huge and 13 years later is still under criticism, despite a dramatic increase in this reserves’ breeding and survival rate.  What is their motivation?

And why do they work so hard to preserve something that would eat us if they had a chance?  Why don’t we stick to pandas?  Is there a common denominator that drew me to this article and these founders to this project?

The ability to step away from the workday and put our minds to the conservation of that which is natural and powerful, reminds us that we still have a little of this in ourselves.  It is what keeps us from being swept up in our daily lives and being led more than leading.  It keeps us creative in our hunting and hunters for new game.  Through this charitable organization, these two people have allowed themselves to have a story a little less ordinary.

For a further read into this article as well as other facts towards this conservation effort, please click on the following links:

  1. http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/world/in-south-africa-chinese-tigers-claw-their-way-back-to-life/article12594753/
  2. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Save_China’s_Tigers
  3. http://www.savechinastigers.org/

food writers: a literary dine-out

gluten-free-restaurantsThe work of food writers should not be exclusively enjoyed by food lovers.  I spent last Friday afternoon giggling over reviews of the Stock restaurant in Toronto.  Good food writers take you on an unique palatable experience full of sense and satire, and the timing of a stand-up comic.  I think it comes from eating a lot of good and bad food.  Eating is a personal and sensuous experience.  Regular bad dining would make a hostile satirist out of anybody.  A good dining experience would have to be exceptional for those who must eat themselves out a lot.

My boss asked me to look into the Stock for a business lunch and I was intrigued by the ‘chocolate-lab’ that the poorly designed restaurant website showcased.  So I spent part of the afternoon falling into some brilliantly unimpressed reviews of this restaurant.

menus-business-cards-restaurant-28166569One of my long-time favourite food writers is Corey Mintz who writes a weekly column called FED for the Toronto Star food section.  Food is paramount to his writing and this appears to have armed him with the most essential elements of a great storyteller: passion for his subject, tons of experience with his subject, and thus, the ability to fully experience a moment, at least in a kitchen or restaurant.

Better than flash fiction; though the experiences are real, they hold the creative flavour of great story.  Check out a local food column or blog for a literary sweet.

  1. More than chopped liver – by Corey Mintz http://www.thestar.com/life/food_wine/2013/05/16/more_than_chopped_liver.html
  2. Turkey again – by Corey Mintz: http://www.thestar.com/life/food_wine/2012/12/20/ducks_are_an_elegant_alternative_to_turkey_for_christmas_dinner_1.html
  3. Stock Restaurant review: Trump Tower’s lunch is overvalued – by Amy Pataki: http://www.thestar.com/life/food_wine/restaurants/2012/03/30/stock_restaurant_review_trump_towers_lunch_is_overvalued.html
  4. MB900448711The Trump Tower’s Stock: A veal chop for $48? That’s rich – by Joanne Kates http://www.theglobeandmail.com/life/food-and-wine/restaurant-reviews/the-trump-towers-stock-a-veal-chop-for-48-thats-rich/article550625/
  5. Chowhound – a web-board for passionate foodies http://chowhound.chow.com/boards

Surveying Literary Journals

I was recently asked to survey a Canadian-wide distributed literary journal.  The survey was designed to determine how and how often I read their journal, who I was in terms of their demographic and what I liked and disliked about their journal.

My response reminded me of the various stages and avenues that I take and have taken as a writer who seems destined to always be ‘new.’  The ‘new’ part, though I am not as young as the word makes me sound, is something I have learned to appreciate.  I will always be a student to my art-form.

image c/o Awin Literature

Below is the comments section response that I left with this survey:

Thank you for allowing me to take part in your survey. 

To be honest, I have not been drawn to a literary journal for a long time.   

When I did buy or borrow journals it was to, as advised by the Submission Guidelines, read the journal prior to submission.  Though lucky enough to be published in a few small lit journals as a wee lass, I must admit, I saved these books just to look at my own work, in print, once in a while.  

If I look to enjoy new short fiction and poetry these days, I do searches on the internet and find a wealth of writers who are current, active, connected and free.  Blog-sites have become interesting hubs for writers.  I would rather subscribe to one artist’s journey than to a literary journal.  I find the experience more personal and vital. 

Another great way to connect with new short fiction and poetry, as well as the people who write them, is to join writing groups either locally or virtually, or create your own.  Surprisingly, the last magazine to tickle me with their creative, non-fiction, writing skills was the CFA Magazine for Chartered Financial Analysts.  

If I look for guidelines or instruction on how to improve me as an artist, I look to all art-forms and all kinds of artists to inspire and motivate me.   This is always best when done live and in-person if you can get it that way. 

When I think of writing my own fiction and poetry, I no longer put my hope in literary journals to publish or validate me as a writer.  For me, it is more important to write to write rather than to write to publish.  For that reason, wordpress.com and online self-publishing has helped me continue to write outside the shadow of my solitude and be open to other artists and the public.

Sincerely,

lillian y wong (lyw)