Showing posts with label on poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label on poetry. Show all posts

2020/07/22

Keep Writing!

Correspondence from July 2020—
I just read your Three Songs blog post from March. Please keep writing poetry!!! Don't let harsh critics shut you down. My advice: keep writing in private, let your creativity bloom. Maybe find a small and supportive group of like-minded individuals in which you can be yourself, and where everyone supports each other.

Thanks again, and do keep writing!

Debbie

Debbie,

Thank you for reading my Three Songs essay. What a surprise! I have been struggling to regain my writing life, which is the part of my life that is true to me. I can’t be myself without writing. But, these are difficult times . . . Your message comes at a critical moment, and inspires me to keep writing. To keep moving forward. Thank you for the support.

Linnea


Zoom Workshop in July
2020 Linnea Heaney


2020/03/30

Three Songs

Where is focus, my heart, my writing, in unsettled times?

A song leads me to reflection. Heartbreakingly sad, the song quietly sits in the corner of now. I found the lyrical muse after a brief mention in list of music reviews, some time searching, an online order, and a solitary listen. Listening to something personal, too personal, and I wonder. Is one role of art to be tidied up, and presentable for everyone?

Life is not that. Art should not be. True art resides, at first, in places unknown. Is it hard to recognize different viewpoints on truth in a world of patriarchy? Where is the bar that seems high, or is it misplaced, a intangible line to cross in existing within the dominant culture?

A few winters ago, I submitted poems for critique after a workshop. The poems returned and the offer of critique withdrawn. The poetry too personal. Being rejected is par for writers. Refusing to hear is another cut. Writers write what they feel, what they want to understand, saying this is my experience, hear me.

Several summer concerts back, another song touched me, not like today’s shattering, but bittersweet with memories. Regret, loss, a reflecting back in a beautiful little song from a soprano. Recently, I heard a similar song in a film. Reaching deeper than movies usually portray relationships, an understanding through lyrics about the romantic partner was satisfying, not only an adherence of a superhero bandaid, or a red valentine, as the credits roll. But, the note here is that these last two songs were by male composers. They illustrate our society shifting toward change, but not quite reaching the equal truth and nuance of a woman in this society.

The first song, by a female singer/songwriter, captured and held me in her suffocating world of loss and diminished self. Among the lessons learned tracks, that singular glimpse illuminated that to know truth as an artist, one must know other sides. I heard a voice knowing hope and grief. It is the voice of women held back, ignored, banished for centuries. It is art with all the wounds of a woman’s life. Art that reveals, and says, I hear you, too.

The male critic shut me down, compounded pain, doubts, and I stopped writing poetry until there was no other way to process loss. As a woman of this time, obligations of family life carry weight, and writing space is illusive. A life known. Art is life in dark corners, obscure rooms, views not noticed—everywhere, voices waiting to be heard.

I write stories—
and, occasionally, 
poetry of my 
heart. 
Persevere. 
Persevere. Persevere.


2017/03/30

While Writing a Poetic Triptych

In considering the now old-fashioned use of maps, connections can be seen with a writer's writing journey, and, even, life journey. I suspect creative individuals often map out writing projects, the broad strokes of life, and navigate with a internal sense of north. Inside is an innate GPS system that is faster than the one in the car. Veering off the well-traveled roads, writers look for unexpected opportunities. Sometimes whatever just happens. And so, writing goes. Characters suddenly voice a new direction and the story becomes more layered. Life seen in the rear-view mirror reveals itself in all it's many layers. Decisions made, or put off until, hopefully, the obvious is seen. The choice to follow the internal compass, look for the unplanned, and to respond on a dime, could describe a writer and the act of writing.

It is interesting to contemplate how some use maps, I'm visualizing the folding kind, and some people go along waiting at each intersections for some kind of sign to show the way. Or worse, for a droning voice to tell one which way to go. Life and writing in a one step at a time process. One gets somewhere, but are all destinations equal? Is this the difference between those who can see the so-called big picture most of the time and those waiting for an external solution? Or, maybe, it is only the feeling of flying that is different.

Just wondering while writing a poetic triptych. Three poems with rusty hinges holding onto each lyric mural. The anthology deadline looms for the second panel. The turns in the lines have been slow in revealing themselves as the story is running in real-time. Emotions are close. The journey is life.


2015/09/10

An Accidental Essay

            Today is poet Mary Olivier’s birthday, September 10th.

            Each of the birthdays referenced in my last blog posts came about by coincidence. I noted the days because these author’s books influence my writing. Margaret Wise Brown (May 23) for her simple story lines and comforting words that enchant the youngest readers, and those who love them. Beatrix Potter (July 28) for her whimsical stories and illustrations so grounded in place. Mary Oliver for her carefully crafted words that float off pages to touch places seen, and not seen. Their grounding in nature, sense of place, and brief, lyrical lines capture my attention. All women wrote in homes near rivers or lakes and the ocean. All independent voices. All devoted to their art.
            All I will fall short of, but I do note that none of these woman had their own children. My journey is to find myself apart from all the opinions and expectations pushed on me. A woman of my time buying into the myth of having it all. Family, pay check, success. No one has it all. We all have our own journeys. Mine grows from nature and art.
            I search with pencil and camera in nature and places for flow, for stories that reveal so slowly that only persistence, not confidence, is with me. My voice seeks to be lyrical and light. I have learned that only countless rewriting and time to simmer words works. I’m definitely on a long, solitary journey.
            For much of the last three years, my writing has been lost. Blog posts reflect this. I keep dusting my compass. Others derail me. Earlier this year I sustained a concussion in an accident, so I now feel like Rip Van Winkle waking up. I am writing. In the last few weeks I have moved my desk around to face north.
            A few workshops and critiques are on my calendar. I am finding my stories. Lessons from a lifetime of workshop teachers hover at my elbows—light as a bubble, words that sing, writing so invisible it flows, a turn, a lift, and “the unsayable said” (Donald Hall, 1993).
            My voice in writing is concise, but layered, with lyrical words, with a turn and lifting, and with words to hear the unsaid. Words that float on the wind. Words that can reveal as a day breaks. Will I be heard? This is a writer’s life, accidental, but for perseverance of an inner spirit seeking to have voice.


2012/12/01

CLOUD KEY & Milne Essay on Cupboards

Which Way?
2012 Linnea Heaney

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2012/08/18

Poetry Q & A With David L. Harrison

Learning about poetry informs all of my writing. I’ve asked poet David L. Harrison to answer three questions for writers entering the world of poetry for children. Thank you for the thoughtful answers and resources, David.


What are a few of the key elements that mark the good poetry being written for children today?

What a puzzle that is! Two poems side by side could conceivably have the same number of words, equal lengths of line, identical rhyme schemes and metric patterns. They might have the same number of stanzas, be on the same subject, even be written by the same poet. Yet one poem turns out brilliantly and the other fails. Jean Karl, a highly respected children’s editor, used to say that picture books were like soap bubbles. They either floated or they didn’t. You couldn’t fix one; you simply went on to another. I think the same can be said of a poem. No matter how hard you try to perfect them, some pop with disappointment while others seem to float on their own with little conscious effort by the poet.

 Nevertheless, the poet remains aware of the basic elements of poetry. What is the point of what’s being said? It isn’t enough to begin laying out rhymes or painting imagery willy-nilly. If meter is to be used, it must be applied evenly and consistently throughout the established pattern. The techniques are there and the poet learns how to use them. But they are tools in a tool box. The vision, the plan, the architect’s sketches, come from the poet and cannot be found among the tools.

What guides your choices when writing lyrical lines?

Lyrics sing. Or they aren’t lyrics. Lyrical lines hum in my head as I write. I smile, sometimes, at how good they sound. I frown, often, at a rough edge that stops me in mid-hum to wonder what I could possibly have been thinking when I wrote the line that way. When I walk down the hall from my office to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, I nearly always whistle. It’s an old habit that probably irritates others, but I can’t seem to stop. I almost never whistle the same tune. Some are old chestnuts from high school days; some are from musicals; some move as quickly as the cadence of my steps on productive mornings; some drag like funeral dirges on slow beginnings.

In other words, lyrical lines fit the mood, the time, the place, the tone of the poem. If my writing is excited by a child running through it, my lines will be peppy and short. If I’m inspired by the doves in our maple tree, my lyrical lines will coo gently and take their time revealing their meaning. My sense of purpose guides my selection of words and how they form the lines of my message.

Which children’s literature poets do you read today for inspiration?

First, a reader prospecting for good poetry should know that poetry is hard to sell in large printings and most publishers won’t deal with it. The amount of space allocated to poetry in a typical store is minimal and often represents collections by the best known names in our business. There’s certainly nothing wrong with reading the works of the most recognized writers of children’s poetry except that the menu, when limited only to the works of a dozen people or so, is limited to a small ensemble of voices out of the full choir out there singing their hearts out.

Anthologies give us an excellent opportunity to read samples of poems by poets whose names might be less widely known. The internet is providing wonderful opportunities to meet many poets simply by looking at their blogs and websites.

Renee La Tulippe is building a fine online collection of poems on video.
No Water River

Janet Wong and Sylvia Vardell are creating a growing number of e-book anthologies.
Poetry Tag Time

Falling Down the Page and other good collections of poems have been edited by Georgia Heard.
Falling Down the Page

J. Patrick Lewis, our current Poet Laureate of Children’s Literature, introduces 200 poems about animals by poets all over the world for National Geographic.
Book of Animal Poetry

Lee Bennett Hopkins has set a record with 113 anthologies on a wide variety of subjects that feature numerous poets.

Sara Holbrook has recorded some of her excellent work.
YouTube

Thank you very much for inviting me to your blog!
David


Cowboys (Wordsong, 2012) is David L. Harrison’s latest book. Readers of all ages will find the poems about cowboys engaging and fun to read aloud. The illustrations by Dan Burr are filled with the movement of horses, cattle, and personable characters. Connecting the Dots is David’s blog. And I see that David posted a wonderful poem and comment yesterday at Poetry At Play.
Connecting the Dots
Poetry At Play

2012/04/26

Poetry Surprise


One reason to study poetry is to enrich all of your writing. This year, I’m attending a couple of poetry workshops in order to learn about structure. The first workshop used Structure & Surprise: Engaging Poetic Turns, edited by Michael Theune. My practice poems are pushing me toward considering turns and surprises thoughtfully. Both concepts important in writing prose stories as well. My piles of poetry rejection letters show a new view is needed. I’m looking outward and finding surprise in my poetry and prose stories. Now, on to the next workshop with more confidence . . . writing is an on-going journey.


Early version:

PAPER VERSE
by Linnea Heaney

Blank years, tossed into
lost corners, forgotten,
scattered words, wasted
seconds to be rushed out,
paper verse, wads crushed—
only my spilling thoughts left.


Revised version:

PAPER VERSES
by Linnea Heaney

Blank thoughts
thrown, crumpled, toward waste basket
while seconds ticked on—now,
view transformed as paper verses flow
out, dashing words down,
spilling laughter, memories about.


STRUCTURE & SURPRISE: ENGAGING POETIC TURNS, edited by Michael Theune (Teachers & Writers Collaborative, 2007).


2011/04/12

Poetry Notes

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH
YOUNG PEOPLE’S POETRY WEEK

A good basic reference for teachers and poets:
THE TEACHERS & WRITERS: HANDBOOK OF POETIC FORMS, edited by Ron Padgett (Teachers & Writers Collaborative, 2cd ed. 2000).

LITTLE CORNER ACTIVITY:
1.    Look into your own backyard or nearby park. What do you see?
2.    Put pencil to paper and write or draw the things that you saw without stopping.
3.    Try to arrange a few words and feelings into short lines.
4.    Think about fitting the ideas into a fun poetry form—an alphabet poem or a list poem. A haiku is short. A prose poem is longer. A couplet is just two lines that usually rhyme.

Here is my couplet poem:
In my garden, lives a green anole. He turns brown
when I chase him into the primroses that grow all ‘round.

Will I write another two lines? What else do I want to say?

5.    So keep writing—the secret to finding success is to never give up. If you write and read, you will be a better writer and reader.

Poetry books for reading aloud:
YOU COME TOO: FAVORITE POEMS FOR YOUNG READERS by Robert Frost (Henry Holt, 1959).

A FAMILY OF POEMS: MY FAVORITE POETRY FOR CHILDREN, edited by Caroline Kennedy (Hyperion, 2005).

SHARING THE SEASONS: A BOOK OF POEMS, edited by Lee Bennett Hopkins (Margaret K. McElderry Books, 2010).

More books for poetry study:
A POETRY HANDBOOK by Mary Oliver (Harcourt Brace, 1994).

RULES FOR THE DANCE by Mary Oliver (Houghton Mifflin, 1998).

A POET’S GUIDE TO POETRY by Mary Kinzie (University of Chicago Press, 1999).