Friday, May 30, 2008

The Writing Show Poetry



The excesses of the world are summed up in poetry. There are times when I am listening to poets and thinking, do you honestly believe that you are better than me because you write poems? They say things like poetry is what prose wishes it was. I loved Josh Poteat, after a round of this kind of talk he says, "soccer and poetry are not revered here (America)." Cheryl turns to him and says, "you just lumped those two together," as if this were something bad.

Someone brought up some famous poet who won all kinds of prizes and was offered a professorship at Harvard etc. and how when he died a reporter went to interview a colleague of this man and asked about his poetry. The colleague was shocked, "The man wrote poetry?"

Josh says, "It's not a thing you want to admit to other people." If he had been asked what he was doing tonight, "I'm giving a panel discussion on poetry, but I don't know how impressive that is."

David Wojan said when people are doing the small talk thing and ask him what he does he says, "I've written poetry." That's a conversation stopper.

The interviews went on in this vein for a while before moving onto to how difficult it is to write poetry. David said that most of the time it is like standing in the rain hoping for lighting. You only get it once but you're standing out there for months waiting for that moment. All of them said you have to write, rewrite, rewrite, rewrite... Prose writers say the same thing. Anything you want to be good at requires work, practice, and some talent, but mostly work.

They didn't discuss the one thing I wanted to hear about which was poems as short stories. I enjoy reading this type of poetry. This overly emotional stuff --my thoughts are in the clouds, let me bring you there too, oh the sun, the water, the tears upon my cheeks, do you hear the gentle whisper of the bluebird's wings-- to me this is just too much. I like the story poems, you know the one Ron wrote about this son who took his mother to the beach because she had had a stroke and hated the beach and he told her horror stories because she couldn't talk back. Then later Ron's mother has a stroke and people think he wrote this poem because that's what he did to his mother and really hate him for this, but he didn't do this to her. The poem was written and published before she ever had a stroke.

So poetry is not where I am at. It is not what I will write because in all honesty language is not what I am passionate about. I like stories but the words used to tell them? I'm fine with everyday language. Opine, who opines upon a subject? Say, tell me what you think, not can you opine about...

Cheryl, "Because we use words every day there's a curtain of complacency about them and we forget that they are art."

David quoting Jeffery Hill, "public toilets should accessible not poems."

Josh, "poems can be like junk mail-- I like old things, crumbling things, so it's good I like Richmond."

Ron, "one good thing about poetry -- usually you don't have deadlines."

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Haves and Have Nots


I went to James River Writers office today to help stuff envelopes. Sometimes repetitive work feels good. This is why I sew, garden, or paint my house. It allows my mind to wander where it will as my hands busy themselves. Today it wandered over the difference between the haves and have nots, mostly this is because what I was stuffing into the envelopes were invitations to a country club fund raiser.

No matter how financially well off I am or will be in the future I always find that I am more comfortable around people who are on the lower end of the income bracket. This is because I know what stories will amuse these people. My mustang broke down and Grandmother tried to cast the demons out of it. Wealthy people though seem to tell stories about traveling and how great it is and I'm thinking, uh huh. I've lived overseas, I've seen the children with pot bellies and ragged clothing. I've seen the Mayan ruins too, I've actually dug in the tilled farmland of Nicaragua for 2,000 year old pottery and I've hiked 11,000 foot mountain peaks. These aren't the things I think of though as they chatter about their world which seems as far away from me as China is from Virginia.

Suddenly the young intern says in surprise, "that's my grandmother's name." She is related to one of the hostesses that is sponsoring this country club affair. Anne is surprised too and pleased because JRW likes to write personal notes to the sponsors. I comment that it is impressive that she got her internship on her own and it had nothing to do with her connections. To me this is saying something complimentary to her. My comment is ignored and around me the conversation shifts. It's been sliding into a more cultured tone already. Another woman comes into the room. She's used to dealing with the wealthy on a daily basis. Now I'm aware of my scuffed tennis shoes and silver earrings.

I look down at the things that JRW is auctioning off for this fund raiser. One of them is a guarantee publish and I can only think, I would be ashamed if I had to buy myself an entry for my resume. I would rather fade into the anonymity of middle class than self publish.

Lest you think that this particular item is valueless I would add that I did seriously consider for a moment bidding on it. Sometimes it isn't how you got that good looking resume but the fact that it looks good when it lays on the desk of the agent or editor you're trying to entice. My problem is that I would never be able to look someone in the eye and say, "I earned this." Therefore if I had connections I would never use them because I would never feel that I gained respect based on the merits of who I am rather than who I know.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Rainy Day Blues



Rainy days give me the blues and aren't they beautiful? Not much happening in the writing world. I panicked and got upset with one of my critique members because I thought (I was wrong) he was rewriting my stuff into his computer. It made no sense whatsoever. Why would anyone do that? The problem is if I ever do get published and am successful enough to generate curiosity then I don't want my horrible stuff to get out there to the public. I gave a manuscript to a friend many years ago to read and tell me what she thought. It was the first one I had ever written. She never gave it back, she always kept "forgetting" and I know that what was going through her mind was that one day I might be famous and she'd have a copy of my first manuscript. How can you "forget" when I'm standing there in your house asking for it back? So I'm pretty careful not to let my stuff get into the hands of people that might do what this woman did and not return it or worse make copies and give it to friends.

Friday, May 9, 2008

The Universe Next Door by Marcus Chown

I read this book for both research and curiosity. Chown does a good job of breaking down complicated concepts like the wormhole, parallel universes, multi-universes, the 6th dimension, and so on. What struck me the most interesting though was that for many PhD's this is not fiction, it's real. They have complicated math formulas to explain things. They know there are rules to these theories like the theory of relativity and quantum physics are mutually exclusive until... then something happens where some scientist discovers some new math rule or physics property etc.

When I took astronomy 101 on the first day my professor said to us that science is faith. You believe in science just as the faithful believe in God. We're all thinking, great another professor on a soap box.

He asked "how do you know there are nine planets?"
Uhh, because they are observable.
Really? How many of you have actually observed them?
No one raised a hand.

He then went on to point out how science is a lot like faith because we trust that the person telling us about a particular theory has not only done their research, but this person has conscientiously conducted experiments, and reached a logical conclusion (as opposed to rationalizing in order to make the evidence fit the theory).

So I'm reading this book and thinking that a lot of this is theory that hasn't been proven. Yet it has. We trust all those scientists of the world who talk about Einstein's Theory of Relativity and all the experiments done to prove it are both smarter than we are and honest about their findings. Humans are fallible.

Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. Arthur C. Clarke.

At some point I found all these ideas about theory of relativity, wormholes, and time travel fascinating. This is incredible, we could do this? But then they would say that space has to be bent in order to create a wormhole and I would be thinking, space, we're talking about something physical that hasn't enough substance to stop a glob of spit and it's going to be "bent." Yet this author would talk about experiments where things are done that seem impossible like splitting of atoms which we take on faith because we all know about Hiroshima and the atomic bomb. Then he would talk about shooting particles at a wall that measures how these particles impact that wall and that these particles would simply disappear. Their disappearance (which had repeatable pattern) was evidence of another universe, a mirror one, or time travel.

I was reminded time and time again that so much of this is taken on faith. Chown was very good at putting these complicated ideas into layman's terms. I understood everything he said and I loved it when he would do an analogy because it was very visual and brought so much of this within my intellectual grasp.

I still find it difficult to believe that life exists outside our Earth despite one man's theory and "proof" that space is teaming with dead viruses.

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Linguistic Whateverism


I was reading an article in the April 12 issue of The Economist (pg 18 of special report). They quote Ms. Naomi Baron a linguist at American University as saying, "We are entering, as she puts is, an age of 'linguistic whateverism.'" That error is instead of it actually is in The Economist. It struck me as ironic since Ms. Baron's complaint is that we depend too heavily on spell check and auto-fill.

Here's the part I really wanted to blog about though.

"In the eras of quills, pens or even manual typewriters it was hard to write a lot, so people took time and care in clarifying their thoughts." "Ms. Baron thinks that these days her students even think in snippets, which is to say incoherently. And that is how they write essays. Having internalised the new whateverism, they launch in and stumble through, with nary a thought for what they actually want to say."

Well I think two things about this.

One, has she ever read those moldy books in the backs of used bookstores? Some of them are so long winded they can go for pages without a single plot advancement. Maybe today's kids are doing that same thing only they're so abbreviated they are plotless. It is still writers who think they can write and can't. The world of communication has changed but people haven't.

Two some of the most successful writers in today's computerized world still write with pen and paper. In this regard Ms. Baron is right, it slows down the writer so he or she can take the time to clarify their thoughts. I would also like to add that a person who would chose to write a 200,000 word manuscript by hand (Rowling) is not afraid of hard work, unlike say a person who wants the immediate gratification of texting someone. Again this is nothing new. Remember the Dime Novels or Yellowbacks? While these were being released so was The Lord of the Rings, Gone With the Wind, and other efforts of hard working writers.

Originally I didn't have a problem with what she said. Recently, I started writing by hand because it slows me down and I always end up rewriting with a better effect when I type it into the computer. Later I started thinking storytellers and writers haven't changed even if the medium of communication has changed. They are not a dying breed, ask any literary agent as she wades through the slush pile.

Texting has not changed the fundamentals of storytelling or created an "intellectual torpor." I do believe it is changing our language but the nature of language is to change. If it didn't Latin would be a living language bereft of the ability to communicate ideas like radio, computer, internet and cell phones. Whateverism, did she make that word up? Because if she did and it catches on hasn't language changed? The best part is, it changed in response to texting.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

I got published


An article I wrote is now published. I was pleased. I recognize that for journalists and magazine writers this is no big deal but it is a big deal to me. It is in the May issue on news stands now and it is their Real Moms Count section.

It's travel tips for when you have to fly with kids.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Book Group Discussion of Jesus Land

The book group met last night to talk about this book, this is the one I couldn't finish.

Many people said we shouldn't have chosen this so soon after Glass Castle because it made this one feel like we were reading someone's depressing grief therapy. That's the problem with memoirs. Who wants to read about a happy little girl grew who up in a perfect nuclear family? This is why the news is depressing. A car accident is something to read about, Miss Normal driving home from soccer practice and arriving safely in her organized garage, isn't. Maybe if you're a famous president writing about something other than Monica Lewinsky you can write an upbeat, what a great life I have, story.

So memoirs are often depressing. We've decided to steer clear of those for a while now and opt for more upbeat fiction. Thank you. I really enjoy hearing these women talk about books. They don't delve into their personal lives but stick to the topic. Of course, me after two glasses of wine, just had to delve into my personal life and tell them all about Grandmother the Demon Caster Outer. The problem is I never know who will find these stories funny and who will be disturbed by them. It's hard to explain to people that even Grandmother sometimes laughed at herself and came around to recognize that my 1974 Mustang wasn't possessed by Satan but rather a bad starter.

Such is life. I hope next time I can keep my mouth shut about my life. Is that possible? Think about it, I'm blogging.

In the meantime I'm hoping to arrange events so that one of our local authors can come out and talk to them. They loved Gigi Amateau and Anne Soffee who came out to speak about their books. I believe they will enjoy this author. I haven't actually had a chance to read her book though I have been wanting to for a while.