Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Month: August 2019

52 Haiku, Week 27

So I feel better this week. There's rumblings that the art brawl group might get busy again. We'll feel productive anyway. I've had a whirlwind week at work prepping me for some vacation coverage. So being in the moment has been what it's been. Post move, I've organized a lot, done some home improvement and am ready to dive back into creative projects. That should help.

The Prompt: In the Moment

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

"Live in the moment.
The starry sky is just there–
Where else can you be?"
        – Myochi

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

What you are given:
Wind, and the wind and the wind
And all the seeds…

The Reflection

🙂

 

Do it!

52 Haiku, Week 26

ScaryWe're at the halfway mark! Hard to believe. This year has gone by so fast. And this is an interesting halfway mark for me. This is the first quote prompt that felt somehow wrong, or something felt off about it.

The prompt is about letting go of outcomes and a leaf being part of a whole ecosystem, which sounds like connection on the surface. But this week I started to feel a dread that we can get so far into the idea of the big oneness that we can't see the small disconnections this might cause on the ground, so to speak.

To be honest, my gloom is in no small part disconnected from my reading the book Selfie by Will Storr. That combined with reading two women's fashion magazines that have gone very serious and dark. Very dark. What a day it is when women's fashion magazines find themselves doing undercover investigative journalism about sex predators and incels? And yet here we are.

This month's Instyle did a full issue on "bad-ass women" and one piece stuck out, an interview with two journalists, one who broke the Jeffrey Epstein story. The other Cosmopolitan  feature was about a woman tracking incels. Can I restate that these are women's magazines? I should be filling out the latest sex quiz, mocking perfume ads and reading reviews about the latest mascara technology. Not that I'm complaining.

We're not talking about hundreds of incels, either, but tens of thousands who are discussing the legalization of rape and disqualifying women from voting rights. And these aren't older men either. They're increasingly Millennials. And about a thousand of them might be militarized as well. This kind of puts microaggressions and glass ceilings in a frightening retro-perspective. 

So… I'm alarmed and thinking about my haiku and also struggling with the enormity of the threat and how to behave as a citizen of a country turning very dark. A lot of the advice we've been trading, politically speaking,  has either been ineffective or is solid but will need a generation to play out and bear fruit; which means a positive upturn in civil rights, science and economic fairness may not happen until after I'm dead. That didn't make me feel any better.

But it did make me more resolved to care much more where this little leaf falls. 

The Prompt: Disconnection

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

"It couldn't care less
whose soil it may become:
Falling leaf."
        – Zen Poem

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing (and week):

In the letting go
a leaf has consequences
for the whole forest

The Reflection

I am not a leaf! A leaf doesn't have arms and legs or a voice or a blog.

 

Now it's your turn.

52 Haiku, Week 25

20190815_092408 20190815_092408I was exhausted this week. Threw my yearly big birthday party for my friends in Albuquerque (we're all May through August) and we played PlayDoh Pictionary and ChickenFoot. The day of the party my dog Franz had a tragic dingle-berry accident which took out 8 feet of the living room carpet temporarily. As a result, he had his first grooming of his life yesterday and he looks totally adorable! And so tiny!

Anyway, every new day is a new challenge and a new surprise. Those two things seem to come together.

The Prompt: Space to Rest Before Challenge

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

"We ought to listen to music
or sit and practice breathing
at the beginning of every meeting or discussion.
"
        – Thich Nhat Hanh

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

Pitch and treble clef
The tone of terrible words
Echoing angry

The Reflection

I heard the common parable this week: time heals all wounds. And thinking about that today it seems space is a great healer afterwards. Maybe we should practice more space prior to. The problem is, these challenging discussions (often fraught with tensions and animosities) or these dingle-berry tragedies…they always surprise you and leave very little time for space, unless you stop the action and go breathe somewhere. Probably that should be a few yards away from the shitty situation, literally. 

Now you're turn.

52 Haiku, Week 24

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These are my sunflowers. Ever since I saw our old neighbors' sunflowers peeking over the wall at our last house, I've wanted to try to grow them. How can you be unhappy looking at a sunflower? Is it even physically possible? The third picture is a typical roadside, New Mexico sunflower like you'd find up near Harding County.  They're hardy but only one of the six I planted has done well. Supposedly they came from Kansas when the wagons coming down the Santa Fe Trail came through.

The first two pics are jumbo sunflowers. They love it here and grew really tall. But then a big windstorm last week blew them all over. I was so sad about it (and other worldly news that their blowing over seemed symbolic…you know how you do?).

But this morning I propped them back up and I noticed they're still kickin' it. Some new blooms are coming in, bent over or not. And wouldn't you know, the prompt this week amazingly applies. I actually did the drawing and haiku days ago when the flowers were still sad and blown over.

The Prompt: The Perseverance of Sunflowers

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

"Everything
Changes in this world
But flowers will open
Each spring
Just as usual.
"
        – Zen Poem

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

Bending sunflower
Bends to the year and season.
But next year resumes.

The Reflection

Drawing flowers! That's my jam! My sunflower leaf is about to do a high, showgirl kick. I feel better now.

 

How about you?

A Book About Relationships and Aging

CleveI just read to cleave by Barbara Rockman, University of NM Press (2019). What I like best about Rockman’s poems are their quiet grace, like still-lifes, and her tight lines are scraped of superfluous language. She delights in the sounds of words and their repetition, alliteration and assonance. She packs a lot in a short line with a kind of strong economy of choice.

The quietness can be seen right in the first three poems: "Snow Cave," "Three Peaches on a White Plate" (I saw this one as an O’Keeffian still life and then later in the book found the poem “Letter from Georgia O’Keeffe to Alfred Stieglitz on Seeing His Photograph of Her Hands” which is a familiar construction of Georgia available to any Santa Fe visitor of the Georgia O’Keeffe museum) and "At Rest in the Rain."

There is a Santa Fe type of poet and a lot about this type has to do with the somewhat homogeneous ethnicity, money bracket, age group and interests/obsessions that occur in people who are drawn to Santa Fe, especially white, comfortable baby boomer poets. I happen to like that sort of poetry, (contemplative, spiritual, out-doorsy). As a white, Gen X, New Mexican, I’m not that far from it. But it can be repetitious once you’ve read ten books by Santa Fe poets about the spirit landscape and their travelogues. Rockman stands out for me in this pack. Her poems are pitch perfect and packed with the world in complex sentences. And she does this without seeming too self-obsessed or privileged.

In this book she writes about health, ("Absence of Wind" is a good example), family, childhood, motherhood, marriage, independence and all of those topics as they interrelate.

I really liked some of the experimental pieces, especially around juxtapositions that build connections instead of highlight randomness.

A good example is the poem “News, Sendai, Japan | Beach Walk, Sanibel Island, USA” (a title with a pipe! I love it!) Seemingly parallel poems are laid out vertically down one page so you can be read vertically or horizontally to explore two separate but related worlds.

Another one would be “Post-Laryngoscopy, I Follow News of the Trapped Miners” which was a really satisfying exploration of tunnels.

A good example of her brevity and depth is found in the poem “Afterlife.” In it,  she uses the term “things will get serious” usually referred to in dating terms or something early in a relationship. In this instance shes talking about ill health affecting a older marriage and serious takes on a different meaning.

All through this collection Rockman seems to be trying to figure out how it should be said and how to get it all said…

“and what is/said will be all.”

The Other Nautilus Prize 2019 Winners

IsakoWhen I come in as a silver winner or finalist in a book competition, I usually like to buy the winning book(s). And because the Nautilus Award was so particular in its vision, I ended buying and reading all the runners up in my category.

The same book was the winner in both the Indie Excellence Awards and the Nautilus awards, Isako Isako by Mia Ayumi Malhotra. Her book has received good press and placed finalist in many other awards as well. It was an enigmatic book that was hard for me to penetrate at first, poems about a survivor of a Japanese-American internment camp in WWII. I'm interested in this history but I still found the poems opaque. I want to say the point of view in those poems belonged to her mother but I can’t really back that up.

However, the book ends with some amazing poems about the poet and her mother, including these great poems:

“Isako Shows Her Daughter How to Ply the Line”

“Isako, Last Spring” (about her mother dying)

“The Losing Begins” (ditto), also titled "The End When It Comes" in this journal: https://readwildness.com/6/malhotra-comes

“Salmon Song: Migration”

Interestingly but I guess not surprising, all the silver winners in the Nautilus poetry genre were books with a Buddhist bent. Not only that but all three books included references to New Mexico: mine fully but the other two in brief glances. There’s some connection between the New Mexico landscape and Zen Buddhism. I talk more about this in the PDF travel guide to my book. It's a thing.

SchoolThe School of Soft Attention by Frank LaRue Owen was full-on New Mexico in parts. He references living there for a while and the Rio Grande and Bandelier.

I liked his introduction about the process of writing and spirituality. His poems seemed like very personal meditations.

"Once Through"

"There is Only One Poem

"The Flower in the Mountain

One of his poems reminded me of my own poem “Kneading” about baking and Zen. In a poem called “Almond Eyes,” he ends with “love is what/makes the dough/rise, not yeast.”

 

ExpanseThe Expanse of All Things by James Scott Smith was a great book of more universal (yet still personal) meditations. His poems were long and thin and like Owen’s steeped in nature and personal contemplations. 

"Mystic

"The Wound"

"Sangre de Cristo" (a mountain range in northern NM and southern Colorado)

"Chasm

"Seed

Electronic Lit & The Curious Case of Edgar Allan Poe

GrimlyI keep trying to think outside the book and this makes me appreciate books. But also things that aren’t books.

Recently I read two anthologies of Edgar Allan Poe stories that pushed the boundaries of prose on paper. One was an illustrated anthology I bought back when we lived in LA: Tales of Death and Dementia, Illustrated Edgar Allan Poe by Gris Grimly. Grimly also did a similar Mystery and Madness book with other Poe tales.

Edgar Allan Poe stories are perfect candidates for visual remediation in cartoons, comics and animated apps. Poe is famously Gothic and his stories can be dense slogs. These formats open up his stories with a bit with some visuals and sound. His plots are always so inventive but written so, well, gothically, that he’s stayed relevant in probably every medium but probably least of all books. Interestingly, all Poe products seem to use his face as part of their branding. He’s got such a Gothic mug.

The illustrated book included these stories:

The Tell-Tale Heart
The System of Doctor Tarr and Professor Fether
The Oblong Box
The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar

As a side note, my brother and father had an argument on a recent visit about whether comics (illustrated novels, etc ) rise to the level of art. My Dad and I were on the side that they did. My brother, who did illustrate pretty well as a kid, believes they do not.

Articles on the topic:

I would also recommend for consideration, The Carter Family, Don’t Forget the Song by Frank M. Young and David Lasky which I feel rises to the level and comes with a CD. You could argue that folk music history tracks really well to an illustrated novel, especially to communicate landscape and scenes and for dialogue-heavy storytelling.

There are three apps of Poe stories from iClassics. I read them all on my iPad. This was an even better experience than the comic stories because animations and interactivity brought out the visual beauty of the stories with a full orchestra and rich color. Much of the animation is triggered by interactivity which gave the stories an exciting feeling of suspense you wouldn’t get from even page turning. In fact, the apps were kind of really scary. Stories were interspersed with poems.

iClassics also had a great feature where you could scan through the pages at any time to see how much more reading was ahead. You could flip through them and go backwards to find parts of the story behind you.

My only complaint with these beautifully created experiences is the overly fetishistic cartoon boobs on all the Gothic gals. Firstly, kids are reading these. Secondly, it indicated these apps were created by a bunch of immature boys considering none of the men in the stories got the same hyper-sexed treatment.

App 1:

The Mask of the Red Death
Annabel Lee
The Oval Portrait
The Tell-Tale Heart

App 2:

The Black Cat
The Raven
Hop-Frog

App 2:

The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar
Alone
The Cask of Amontillado
Eldorado

Here are some screenshots to compare the drawings from the comic and the app.

The Tell Tale Heart Comic Book

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The Tell Tale Heart App

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The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar Comic Book vs. App

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Here's a video sample from the app.

I also read iClassics’ The Legend of Sleepy Hollow which is very wordy for a short story but the app made it finally readable for me. For someone who loves The Headless Horseman story, especially the Scooby Doo episode which scared the beejesus out of me when I was a kid  and the TV movie where I developed a preteen crush on Paul Sand. However, I’ve never been able to get through the original short story.

One interesting thing was the reference of the word “cowboy” in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I was surprised by this considering the story was written so early, in 1820. Was this an app translation issue or was that word really in the story? Through Project Guttenberg site, I was able to do an online text search to see if indeed it was in the source. It was.

Unrelated to this project, I’ve been reading a great book about digital literature (more on that later). Anyway, the book talks about all the uses of Google’s Ngram viewer (a tool that uses Google Books to search word usage throughout time. So I searched for the word “cowboy” and found the big spike of usage in 1880 (as expected, post Civil War, during the western expansion and the great cattle drives). So where did Washington Irving pick it up in 1820?

With the ngram viewer I could see there were no usages in 1797 and then a few in 1798:

https://books.google.com/ngrams/graph?content=cowboy&year_start=1775&year_end=2000&corpus=15&smoothing=3&share=&direct_url=t1%3B%2Ccowboy%3B%2Cc0#t1%3B%2Ccowboy%3B%2Cc0

The first appearance was 1798 according to the Ngram viewer but cowboy history tells of a much-earlier reference. Jonathan Swift coined the word in 1725 while simply referring to the boy who tends cows. So Washington Irving was using a very boutique word for the time.

Over the weekend I also read Oscar Wilde’s The Cantefield Ghost, which I had never read. I also watched the 1940s movie which was silly and I really struggle watching Margaret O’Brien for some reason. The app was a much better experience of the original story.  I also love the sound of pages turning, which has the sound of really good parchment paper. This was my favorite iClassics app so far.

iClassics also have apps on other writers like Charles Dickins, Jack London, Lovecraft…the scary stuff mostly.

ChoicesI’m also reading Inkle’s choose-your-own-adventure version of Frankenstein retold by Dave Morris. This version takes place in France after the Revolution. So far this format hasn’t been very engaging. Although I do love the visual of having scraps of paper stitched into scrolls for each choice you make. This app requires much more reading and the choose your own adventure format isn’t as satisfying when you already kind of know the ending, such as with autobiographies (sorry Neil Patrick Harris) stories you already know even if they’ve been retweaked.  It’s also hard in the Inkle book to tell how long each section will take to read. Turns out, this is a major feature of the paper book. I’m sleepy and I want to know how much more of a section I’m in for.

 

Online poetry classes: It’s been a while since I posted about online classes. I keep checking all the platforms and over the last year there haven’t been many offerings.

Except I just found this William Wordsworth class offered by Lancaster University delivered through FutureLearn (there’s more international stuff on this platform). So I signed up. Starts in September.

52 Haiku, Week 23

TimelifeMy Aunt Jane, who lives now in California, is over 90s years old and has written her life story, a lot of it near Roy, New Mexico, (along with maps!) and I'm really enjoying reading it. Last night I was reading her reference to "dirt farms." She said when she was a kid and her family moved back to Mills, New Mexico (near Roy), in the 1920s they bought a dirt farm, what they sarcastically called a farm there up on the mesa. Because they had to try to farm dirt. Northeastern New Mexico is famously failed homestead country, now ranch lands. It's unfarmable due to lack of water. But how sweet that this week's prompt references the broom being identical to the dirt. 

We are the dirt farm.

 

The Prompt: Like Dirt

Again this week's prompt comes from the Zen by the Brush book by Myoshi Nancy O'Hara. 

"Originally there's
No dust to sweep off:
The mind of the person
Who holds the broom is
Exactly like the dirt.
"
        – Shunryu Suzuki

First task is to sit for a meditation on that for 5-10 minutes or however long you feel is good to you.

The Drawing

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My Haiku

…inspired by my drawing:

A slope in the fields
Rocky loam, lines of strata
Sand slips from head to heart

The Reflection

Oh this makes housekeeping so much easier. 🙂

I seem to love the little sprout of grass on a hill. I keep doing it. And I keep making it my little crop of hair on a head. I wonder what that's about? I love the idea of a dirt head. Dirt is great! Full of amazing smells and textures and sounds. Yes, that is what thinking is too!

 

Now you go…

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