Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

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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…

52 Haiku, Week 22

Audrey2This ku is actually from last week, which was astoundingly harsh. Nothing shows you your true self than hard times, right? Whew. I spent much of the week in Tennessee helping my friend try to locate his lost dog. A lot of the trip was very, very challenging: it rained a ton (huge setback in finding a stray), it was hot and we had two elderly dogs along on the trip, there were other setbacks of a personal nature. But anyway, this one thing went right: a Fox News story. We pressed a lot of flesh and put up a lot of signs (some in the pouring rain). But I went into a weird shut-down when I got home.

I want to say how helpful and friendly everyone was in Tennessee…in Nashville, Lebanon, Crossville, and Ashville, North Carolina…at the shelters, vets, neighborhoods and animal control centers. We got free color copies of our sign from an office supply store and other helpful gestures that were really appreciated. I would even say people in Tennessee were the most friendly I've seen (and California and Albuquerque folks are pretty friendly, mid-westerners and New York City people–despite their reputation–can be friendly too but you just need to puncture a bit of a crusty or reserved exterior).

Anyway, the only exception (and it was big exception) were the workers at the Pilot truck stops (part of the largest truck stop company in America: Pilot-Flying J). Employees there didn't even want to make eye contact with us and didn't want to hear our story (even though there was a high probability the dog was actually lost at either the Lebanon or Crossville truck stop). You could see it in their faces. The manager and one employee at Lebanon actually did end up helping us a lot, reviewing video and letting us put up signs. But the Crossville station gave us a hard no, telling us to contact "Corporate Office"….

for a lost dog sign in a window.

Not only did Pilot not have a process (forget about a small billboard!) for travelers in this kind of distress (what would happen for lost belongings or, God forbid, lost people!), they adamantly refused to help us on the fly. The acting manager first sent us away to wait for a phone call that never came, she then complained that helping us would result in her losing her job, falling behind on her mortgage and not being able to feed her kids… 

for a lost dog sign. 

Either Pilot-Flying J is draconian with its employees or the employees stonewalled us for other reasons. You'd think the biggest truck stop in America would want to be considered a safe place for travelers to stop. Just don't lose anything at one of them while you spend your money there.

The Prompt: (Deep Breath) Our True Selves

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

"Without any intentional, fancy way of adjusting yourself, to express yourself as you are is the most important thing."
        – 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:

The hardest substance
of me, the most substantial:
feather and air.  

The Reflection

I felt like my main Me last week was just dealing with the now and what was coming at me minute by minute. I was worried about being a stranger in Tennessee (didn't end up being a problem), I was worried about my parents driving home alone from New Mexico to Ohio, I was worried about my friend and his partner and I was worried about myself dealing with all the worry when I was pretty tired to begin with.

Now I'm in this process of decompressing and letting go or as one of our friends likes to say, "You did what you could. Let go, let God." You begin to see how little substance you have after all.

 

Now you go…

52 Haiku, Week 21

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans. We often attribute this quote to John Lennon from his "Beautiful Boy" lyric but the idea is traced back to Allen Saunders in a 1957 Reader's Digest article. But it bears repeating because my little plan for the weekly 52 Haiku just got sideswiped by the events of life. I did this #21 exercise two weeks ago but life drama intervened quite harshly.

I found myself suddenly helping one of my best friends deal with a seriously crazy life crisis involving his partner with sudden memory loss and possible head injury, the result of which is my upcoming trip to Nashville to drive to Charlotte to help them locate their lost dog. My friend said we will be like Daphne and Fred solving the mystery of finding Scooby. This has all been complicated by an eye illness. My parents have also been visiting from Cleveland to see my new house and that trip has been complicated by their health issues and struggles to get around. I've been feeling heartsick on many fronts for many days.

Sometimes loss isn't specific but a general sense of life's sad entropy. Anyway….for now…another haiku…

The Prompt: Dealing With Loss, Part 3

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

"The old pond,
A frog jumps in–
The water's sound"
        – Basho

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:

The famous old frog
Making noise again in the pond 
Keeping me awake.

The Reflection

Monsieur Big Bang really laughed at my frog drawing, unable to decipher it. My earlier versions looked like two cartoon forks jumping into a pond.

Basho's old poem has been rewritten so many times. I blogged some years ago about the book "One Hundred Frogs" which looks at many of the more known translations of the poem. At different times in your life you hear that splash differently, as if your heart and mind were the pond itself.

Now it's your turn…

52 Haiku, Week 20

This is the first week I've fallen behind. I'll try to make it up with two haiku this week.

What a week it was. What a harsh, sad week. Not to dwell too much but this was a week of madness (in one case tragic). Which pulls everything into silence. And it wasn't simply me, but the accumulation of stories from my friends and my own sad encounter with the unreasonable (and an unrelated health drama). 

I remember my one attempt to write out the positive, but it was so bittersweet I couldn't even touch it. Even that felt too sad.

The Prompt: Dealing With Loss, Part 2

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

"The spring flowers, the autumn moon;
Summer breezes, winter snow.
If useless things do not clutter your mind,
You have the best days of your life."
        – Mumonkan

And again, 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:

Doleful petals
Growing pink to green to brown.
Growing up to fall.

The Reflection

Not much to say for this one. Just walking through it.

 

There you go…

52 Haiku, Week 19

FireThere are good times and bad times, basically extreme times when we need to breathe in order to re-center our frenetic brain. It feels like bad times right now just dealing with the news, but also creative times. Or maybe it's just that bad times demand more creativity from us. I'm thinking a lot today about cultural loss, as well as the great suffering that is caused by those who want to assert, gain or keep power and money. I'm trying to breathe through it and look between those breaths for ideas I can use.

The Prompt: Dealing With Loss

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

"When in wordly activity, keep attentive between two breaths and so practicing, in a few days be born anew."
        – Shiva

And again, 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:

Between two mountains
the open valley of breaths.
This is where we live.

The Reflection

I'm noticing that I'm gravitating to landscape depictions of meditation and the breath. I'm beginning to wonder if this might be the appeal of New Mexico to Zen Buddhists and mindfulness practitioners.

I recently won a silver Nautilus award.  (Have I mentioned that twenty times yet?) Anyway, I purchased the other books of the Silver and Gold winners. The other two Silver winners are both Zen books, interestingly enough. But amazingly to me, both also mention New Mexico as a prominent place of inspiration or a place where some of the poems were written. That makes all three Silver winners books about Buddhism and, to some degree, New Mexico.

I think there's something about the light here, or the water maybe, but probably the wabi sabi of the architecture and landscape that facilitates Zen Buddhist mindfulness. Can't quite put my finger on it, but it's obviously gotten into my head too.

 

What about you?

52 Haiku, Week 18

This was a good week. Met with some friends from CNM, cleaned, planted, did some consistent workouts, getting ready for my parents to visit.

The Prompt: Enlightened

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

"Enlightened or not–
It is all the very same.
Have a cup of tea."
            –
Myochi

And again, 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:

So what, the tea says.
Your blooming epiphany
is fuzz in the breeze.

The Reflection

This reminds me of the very funny line in Gigi by Maurice Chevalier as he's trying to calm down Louis Jourdan: "Have a piece of cheese." It serves the same purpose as the tea in the quote above. Enlightenment is a big word for a small thing. And possibly a meaningless red herring.

Relax. Do something ordinary. When you're upset, sit down and have a piece of cheese.

 

What say you?

52 Haiku, Week 17

SalsaWe have company from Kansas here this week and we've been having a lot of fun tooling around Albuquerque (eating lots of salsa). This is a good prompt for me this week. How do I see ABQ with new eyes when visitors come?

The Prompt: Open Field

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

"In the beginner's mind there are many possibilities;
In the experts there are few"
            –
Shunryu Suzuki

And again, 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:

Imagine the trees
of green possibility
in an open field

The Reflection

This might just be one of my favorite Zen quotes. We live in a time where everyone's identity is wrapped up in what they know and lording that knowledge over everyone else or really wanting to prove something. And believe me, I'm right there in the middle of it. I'm a real Hermione Granger myself. But you can get really tangled up in what you think you know. And isn't it amazing what genius ideas beginners come up with? Because they have no preconceived expertise. They have no prejudices around what wont work and ideas around limits. We're so proud of what we know and much of the time, this is our handicap. 

I'm constantly trying to tell myself "shut up and forget what you know." Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

 

Now, you go.

Activist Poems Still Kickin’ It

Notes-assemblageI’m still coming across good Black Lives Matter and activist poetry and a look over my web stats shows that the page Poems About Dictators is getting a good amount of traffic also.

In the alumni magazine for my Alma mater, University of Missouri-St. Louis, I read a great article called  “Voices of Ferguson”  with excerpts from a poet, a criminologist, a counselor, actors from Theatre of the Oppressed and a street medic. I loved the poem by Jason Vasser. Read the article here and click under Vasser’s picture to view the poem that depicts a more peaceful day-to-day life in Ferguson.

I also finished a Juan Felipe Herrera book I picked up years ago at USC’s Festival of Books in Los Angeles, Notes on the Assemblage (2015). The first part felt a bit like slam poetry than what usually appeals to me but the ones I really liked were all Black Lives Matter and activist poems, including these:

And if the man with the choke hold

Almost Livin’ Almost Dyin

We Are Remarkably Loud Not Masked

And the call to keep-on-keepin’-on in “Poem by Poem

It’s a beautifully sized book by City Lights Pres and also includes meditation poems like “It can begin with clouds.” And a small ekphrasis section, my favorite of which was “I do not know what a painting does” about how a painting looks back at the viewer.

Former U.S. Poet Laureate Herrera is an Hispanic poet writing about Black Lives Matter but he also writes a few poems in this book about immigration. There’s a great long poem called Borderbus.  And there’s “Half-Mexican” I also liked “The Soap Factory,” “Numbers, Patterns. Movements & Being” and “[untitled, unfettered—” which was more experimental. And there’s a great one about human expression called “Song Out Here.”

The American Writers Museum

Visiting Chicago last month, Monsieur Big Bang and I came upon this museum, noticing it because of a Bob Dylan exhibit advertisement in the window of the building.

The small museum packs a big punch. The Bob Dylan Electric museum was one small hallway but filled with memorabilia, the end of which focused heavily on his Nobel Prize winning. The museum obviously considers him an American Writer, which I was happy to see, because it confirmed my existing, documented bias on the issue.

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Newspapers weighing in / Bob Dylan's influences / The Nobel Prize Reception Invite

Related, I really appreciated one massive wall of writers and their genre, to show how inclusive they were in considering the idea of the American writer (from songwriters to book authors to poets to playwrights and speech writers).

The permanent exhibit is a massive display of American writers through history, giving you a really good sweep of American ideology in major periods, from Colonial to present day, each exemplar including a photo or artistic rendering, a sample of their major works, a statement of their importance and maybe a big of trivia, all this supplied on swinging interactive triangular blocks.

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There were quite a few poets I didn’t know and I made a list of writers I wanted to check out.

De Vaca was the first writer listed (a memorialist) followed by John Smith (autobiography), William Bradford (historian) and Anne Bradstreet (poet). That’s right, America’s first poet was a lady-poet! The display had America broken into categories of colonial, revolution, new nation, and literary independence.

There was also an electronic display on American themes across time. And one entire small sub-exhibit devoted just to the inventions of Edgar Allan Poe.

There was also an amazing electronic board of writing excerpts. The museum called it a Word Waterfall reading “what does it mean to be American?

They had a display on magazines and visitor’s favorite books, a Frederick Douglass exhibit, and two last exhibits where I wasn’t sure when one ended and the other began: The Mind of a Writer and Tools of the Trade (from Typewriters to Touchscreens). I love how contemporary they are!

ScrollExhibits included a table of typewriters you could interact with, a display of first lines, an electronic touchscreen version of Jack Kerouac’s scroll manuscript for On the Road.

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There were also poetry computer games! One where you would try to figure out missing words from a poem and a word magnet game.

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What a fun, interactive museum! My only complaint was the lack of erasers for sale in the gift shop. What writer doesn’t need erasers?

 

Visit their website for upcoming events: Americanwritersmuseum.org.

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