Here, There be a Writer

Monday, April 6, 2015

Round 2 Goals! It begins...

The next 2 months are going to be busy so I am breaking down my months. First I am outlining April goals. They are going to be simple, as I will have very little spare time in the next two months I want to be able to make progress. But the goals need to be very doable.

Goal for Round 2 (April Edition)
   *Writing: write daily!
   *Reading: read 4 books in April. The Dragon and the George, Murder in the Mews, Alysa of the Fields, and George and the Dragon.
   *Blogging: continue with my NaPoWriMo and Blogging from A to Z challenges.
   *Submitting: 1 submission per week.
   *Social Media/Visiting: 4 blogs/site daily. Check in on Facebook and Twitter.
   *Theatre: I have 3 theatre projects going on this month. Regular updates throughout April.

I will be revising these goals my May goals and maybe add on some. Not very impressive, but this is doable for me. I am going to be talking a 3 month hiatus from theatre, starting in June. This means I made myself quite busy for the next two months. It what I do, but I am also looking for a break. So I am acting in one show, stage managing another, and this weekend is 24 Hour Theatre.

A Round of Words in 80 Days is a blog challenge that knows you have a life. It is a Blog Hop! Come on in and sit a spell, Dear Readers.

Aubade: Monday Morning Bed Song

Style: Aubade - a piece (poem or song) sung or played outdoors at dawn, usually as a compliment to
someone.

Prompt: Monday/Morning

Monday Morning Bed Song

The birds are singing in the sunshine
and I sat here gazing across the way.
With the music dancing spirals around
and thoughts of you filling every inch
of me.

Words I long to say cannot escape my lips
as I sit upon the seat, watching the world
while you are so far away from me.

No part of me that doesn't scream
with passion at the mere thought of
being separated.
At the beckon and call of someone else,
and you are so powerless without.

Maybe I should have spoke words of truth.
The actions of my heart or of my habit,
Hardly matter now, but I am still at the mercy
of that which is beyond me.

Alone knowing of the effects,in the depths of my soul,
I am singing and curled tightly into something
something other than you am I am sad.

Today's letter is E and E is for Eddie from Ohio.



A fun little band from Virginia. They write quirky folk song about English ballerinas, James Bond, and Gravity. I first heard of them in college on a mixtape and the song was the New James Bond.



Sunday, April 5, 2015

Nightingale's Song

Today prompts is a little different. I have quite had anything like this since high school. Find an Emily Dickenson poem, remove the breaks, dashes, and punctuation. Then re-break the poem, add and/or remove words to create a new poem. I have read some of Emily's work, but not well enough to know if this will work. Going to try though. It feels weird to take a poem and basically re-write it. Anyway enjoy, Dear Readers.

I tried to put me into the poem, as I thought that maybe Emily might have put herself into the poem, or at least someone into the poem's world. I looked up Currer Bell and that is the pseudonym of Charlotte Bronte. Hmmm!!

NaPoWriMo prompt: As you may know, although Dickinson is now considered one of the most original and finest poets the United States has produced, she was not recognized in her own time. One reason her poems took a while to gain a favorable reception is their slippery, dash-filled lines. Those dashes baffled her readers so much that the 1924 edition of her complete poems replaced some with commas, and did away with others completely. Today’s exercise asks you to do something similar, but in the interests of creativity, rather than ill-conceived “correction.” Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you've never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, re-break the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! (Not sure where to find some Dickinson poems? Here’s 59 Dickinson poems to select from).

All Over By Cunning Moss (original)

All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of “Currer Bell”
In quiet “Haworth” laid.

This Bird – observing others
When frosts too sharp became
Retire to other latitudes –
Quietly did the same –

But differed in returning –
Since Yorkshire hills are green –
Yet not in all the nests I meet –
Can Nightingale be seen –

Nightingale's Song (re-write)

All this,
   overgrown by cunning moss
   interspersed with weeds.
She feels alone.

The little cage that holds
   the other me,
   within the quiet glades
   where Clark's laid, is home.

And this bird, me,
   observing others of her kind
   and the frosts too sharp
   retired then to other latitudes.

Sad.

Quietly,
   are the same, but different.
   This she knows.
Oh, how I know!

In returning,
   to the Chautauqua hills
   where birthed to life,
   anew and becoming verdant
   yet not at all
She seems alone.

Nightingale can be seen,
can be heard singing now.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Between the Spaces of the Sheets, my Doll

D is for Dresden Dolls (A to Z Challenge)

It was only last year that I learned about the Dresden Dolls when I was introduced to Amanda Palmer. I started with Theatre is Evil, which intrigued me because I am a theatre person as you, Dear Readers are probably well aware (if you have followed my blog at all). Amanda has a quite distinct sound, loud, garish, beautiful, unique, true, highly passionate.

I say this because now that I am completely enamoured by Amanda and her music. I am enamoured with her because she is free. She is unafraid, even if she is afraid, she still pushed forward with her life and passions. She is an amazing person, musician, singer, songwriter, and writer. And, when I find people who fit into this category of amazing and awesome people who are full of inspiration and strength, I want to know more about them. Whether it is listening to more of their music, read more of their books. Amanda writes about truth, strength, weakness, and love (just a handful of things that the person that Amanda Palmer is). She is a rare soul that spreads beauty and love in a world where sometime love is sorely lacking.

This is what today is about, the Dresden Dolls. They are a duo whom I am only vaguely aware of. I don't even know 5 songs by them. This is Amanda Palmer before I truly learned about her and her music. I have searched the internet for video to listen to and at least get an rough idea of what the Dolls are. They lie somewhere between Steam Powered Giraffe, Cabaret, and Punk. That might not be completely right, but it's what I cam come up with at 9:42 pm EST on a Saturday April 4th, the day before Easter.


Also, I think the Dolls and Amanda as herself make a nice topic for today NaPoWriMo poem. Today's topic is: and now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Love poems are a staple of the poetry scene. It’s pretty hard to be a poet and not write a few – or a dozen – or maybe six books’ worth. But because so many love poems have been written, there are lots of clichés. Fill your poems with robins and hearts and flowers, and you’ll sound more like a greeting card than a bard. So today, I challenge you to write a “loveless” love poem. Don’t use the word love! And avoid the flowers and rainbows. And if you’re not in the mood for love? Well, the flip-side of the love poem – the break-up poem – is another staple of the poet’s repertoire. If that’s more your speed at present, try writing one of those, but again, avoid thunder, rain, and lines beginning with a plaintive “why”? Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter.

There are so many love poem written, so why not write a "loveless" poem (or break-up poem). When I think loveless, (this after having watched a number of Dolls and Amanda Palmer videos I found where I want to go with this topic) I think of this, something that has ceased to create love, but is not passionless. The Bed Song, definitely sparked something. Lit a fuse under my muse, if you will. It is actually quite passionate about the lack of passion in a relationship. Being loveless doesn't mean you lack passion. You just don't have the love (either for your spouse/significant other, your job, your life, etc.).


I have been trying for the last hour to write a poem and doing it the wrong way. That NEVER works and I don't think it works for songwriting either. You write from your passion. I write poems. I write good ones and bad ones. And today, I think, Dear Readers is a good poem. And because it is good I will dedicate it to Amanda Palmer. Why? Because, Dammit!! Dedicate it to her for making so much good in the world music and art.

Here, Dear Readers, is my little good. A Pantoum, a Malaysian style that uses repetition and sounds really good when spoken allow.

Prompt: Loveless / and "The Bed Song"


Between the Spaces of the Sheets

What do you see, lying there?
Knowing that the truth has bled out
and the lacking has made you blind
to the reality that is leftover.

Knowing that the truth has bled out
and I am still here typing away
to the reality that is leftover,
after what you gave me has been lost.

And I am still here typing away.
The words are all that is left
after what you gave me has been lost
and I cannot even cry anymore.

The words are all that is left,
when there is space between
and I cannot cry anymore
in the vastly empty bed.

When there is space between
the lacking has has made you blind
in the vastly empty bed,
what do you see, lying there?

Friday, April 3, 2015

Mmmmmm Coffee!!

I will usually attempt the day's topic/prompt, but I just couldn't settle on a fourteener. A fourteener is a poem with an indeterminate number of lines, but each line has 14 syllables. This style can be done in iambic pentameter or not. That means either 7 iambic feet (2 syllable that contain a stressed and unstressed note) or 14 syllables. I am not opposed, but wanted something different.

So...

Over at Shadow Poetry I found a Palindrome Poem (also called a mirrored poem). And I and going to combine my NaPoWriMo poem and my A to Z post about the letter "C" and write about coffee. I am rather fond of coffee, sometimes to me detriment. As once a fellow writer during 24 Hour Theatre wrote a show that mentioned my love of coffee  as a running gag. Okay, I am not mean, but when your rehearsing your show and you shout "Sara promised me coffee!" and your friend and fellow director looks over at your group (while she is rehearsing her group) it got quite interesting. Oh well, it was fun!! And I still love Mama T!! ~wink wink~



Prompt: Coffee

Not my strongest poem ever, but it's my first crack at trying this style. Might even try more down the road.

A palindrome, by definition, is a word, phrase, verse, sentence, or even poem that reads the same forward or backward. It stems from the Greek word palindromos: palin, meaning again, and dromos, meaning a running. Combining the two together, the Greek meaning gives us, running back again...


Coffee Thoughts

Aroma
Mixing gently
Within sunshine
Variable constants
Push away and morning breaks
Awareness birthed again
Life celebrates day
Only after eyes sees cup
Then breathing
~Refreshing~
Breathing then
Cup sees eyes after only
Day celebrates life
Again birthed awareness
Breaks morning and away push 
Constants variable
Sunshine within
Gently mixing 
Aroma

Anyway, this leads me to my other half of the post, coffee cups. I have amassed a small army of coffee and tea cups over the years. So much so that I DO NOT WANT OR NEED MOAR CUPS. I say to my friends lovingly. If you go traveling get me a postcard , or maybe a rock, or beach glass, but no more coffee cups. This is why. And in an hommage to Dinosaur Dracula who did a blitz of the rather more eclectic coffee cups out there, including some of his own. I present mine here:


This is part of a 4 cup set from McDonald's in the 1980's. DO have the whole set too!

 Left: a little bit from my home town. Right: mt 3-D wolf mug (with broken paw).

 Left: Enough said! Right: from Ithaca, NY
Theatre mug with pictures of my various roles in and around 2012.

 A safety mug from Denny's. Classy!!

Doing the safety jive in 2005!



 BEATLES!

Left: Neat homemade mug from a flea market in Avon, NY. Right: A little bit of the Crystal City from me to you.

My tea cups. Found both in Salvation Army stores in sets of 4. Anyone want a tea party?

 The left side was made in London and the right side in Japan.


Left: Why? Right: sunflowers mug. it's a Whovian thing!!

 Left: Kermit. It's the Hubs's! Right: the old logo for the local pop rock / contemporary hits station. WINK 106.



Thursday, April 2, 2015

Tetractys of Stars and a HUGE pile of Books

Behold a TRIPLE TETRACTYS! Not  a common form and one that I discovered over a Shadow Poetry back in October 2014. I find the lines by syllable count poetry forms harder to convey my thoughts, as I tend to get a bit wordy with my ideas. It is good practice though to write in these simplistic forms (tetractys, cinquain, or blitz poems), as is allows your to focus your thoughts in a more concise manner.

Today's prompt over at NaPoWriMo is poetry inspired by Constellations, the heavens, the stars.
"Today, I challenge you to take your gaze upward, and write a poem about the stars. You may find inspiration in this website that lists constellations, while also providing information on the myths associated with each one, as well as other salient information.Your poem could be informed by those myths or historical details, by the shapes or names of the constellations, or by childhood memories of seeing them. Any form or style will do."
Celestial Seas

Seas
within
swim Cetus,
the sea serpent
in a ballet of the enormous kind.

Also, swims the pisces and dorado,
celestial
they are humble 
fish kings
borne.

Skies,
like seas
so vastly
filled wide with
all manners of creatures and things of man.


B is for Books Blogging from a to Z


I am very much a Bibliophile. I usually find that went I go into a used bookstore, a regular bookstore, a salvation army store, or a library book sale I will walk out with at least 2 or 3 books, if not more.  Pretty sure that my TO READ pile will never go down.

Bibliophile - (noun) a person who loves or collects books, especially as examples of fine or unusual printing, binding, or the like. From dictionary.com.

For example, after my trip o Cambridge, MA to meet Amanda Palmer at her release party for The Art of Asking, (which I bought) I also bought 3 of Neil's books. I started to devour his writing (about that for another day). Once I get into a new author, I find that I must own ALL TEH BOOKS. I bought all of The Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica series by James A. Owen. If there is a book recommended to me and I read it and then find out it is part of a series. Guess what? I buy the rest of the series.

This is only part of it. Author's to whom I have been loyal to, if I find books of theirs in a Salvation Army store, older print hardcover editions I buy them. Seriously I am going to need an addition to the house at this rate. I do love a good book. Of course there are a few I will NEVER read again, namely The Old Man and the Sea and A Separate Peace come to mind.

And at the end of the day I don't mind the piles, well, because BOOKS! Books are awesome. Books are the greatest weapon! And I have learned to read with a bit more gusto and timeliness. Thanks to Goodreads for having a yearly reading challenge. That helps too!

Current Top Favourite Books (this is hard to narrow down. Any bibliophile will know what I mean)
1. Neverwhere - Neil Gaiman
2. Maddaddam Trilogy (I know it's 3 books not 1) - Margaret Atwood
3. The Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica (7 books) - James A. Owen

Pre-prompt from March 31, 2015:
Try writing your own poem that begins “I guess it’s too late to live on a farm”? Or if you already live on a farm, why not “I guess it’s too late to live in the city”?

This is a Sedoka, made up of two Katauta (3 lines / syllable count 5-7-7) and unrhymed.

from MorgueFile

What I Wish

With the rolling hills
and the fresh scent of growing
this is where my soul belongs.

Hallow melodies
engulfed by the steel forests
is where I have taken root.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

A is for Agatha / Negation Poem

First day of Blogging from A to Z challenge and I am feeling a little overwhelmed. I have a nice list of topics this month (planned in advance) and plans to get ahead. This month, it has sadly not started off on a good foot. Too much stuff in my head and not enough writing. Oh, well, I am not going to let that stop me. I have a list, and oddly enough a good chunk of the list is centered around writing, authors, books, reading, etc.

I am going to make this month pretty damn awesome by Hell of High Water!

So, begins...

A for Agatha Christie (see her awesome website here).

I first read Agatha Christie in college. It was for a class called English Detective Fiction with Dr. Ramsey. His claim to fame being that his daughter became the current lead singer of the 10,000 Maniacs, Mary Ramsey. Anyway, off track already. We read all manner of English detectives in that class from Christie, Conan Doyle, Dorothy L. Sayers, to Ellis Peters.

I was introduced to Miss Marple in The Body in the Library and Hercule Poirot is The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. They were simple mysteries, although I wasn't always able to figure out who the murderer was. That was the exciting part. Sherlock was much more difficult to decipher. Where Christie, she wove a tale of honestly real characters, with faults, quirks, and foibles. She used very subtle details to bring about the murder/murderess. While Conan Doyle's mysteries were very detailed and sometimes hard to follow.

I then saw a local company Elmira Little Theatre perform a production of The Mousetrap in 2005, about 4 years after I graduation college and reading those two mysteries in college. Something clicked in my brain.
Agatha writes with a realism, blended with a touch of the surreal. And when you throw in her quirky way she uses nursery rhymes in her writing, it makes for a nice interesting plot.

At the end of last year I got the chance to direct my own production of The Mousetrap. I was giddy, excited, and down right terrified that I wouldn't do Dame Christie justice. But in standard fashion, the murder
went off without a hitch. It was a killer! ~giggle~  In the process of directing this show I have expanded my mystery collection and will need MOAR bookshelves. I now have about 12 of her 66 novels that she wrote. That's 66 mystery novels, 14 short story anthologies, and 6 romance novels. I think I will be collecting for a while.

The Mousetrap was first a short story called Three Blind Mice (1 of 7 novels that use nursery rhymes). In 1952 it was adapted for the stage and performed St Martin's Theatre in London. It is still being performed
there. It is in its 63rd year of production and has been performed 25,000+ times. Wowsa!

Things I learned from Christie, thus far, if they look and act like a suspect, then it is good chance they are not; oh, nursery rhymes are scary; and use your grey little cells and you will figure it out.

Currently reading: And Then There Were None (10 Little Indians)


Also, it is the 1st day of NaPoWriMo. Today's prompt is one of negation. To write a poem about what a thing isn't. Example: Day, the day is far less dark than the night. Although I like actually example on the NaPoWriMo site.

Site Prompt:
"And now, without further ado, our optional prompt. Today’s prompt is a poem of negation – yes (or maybe, no), I challenge you to write a poem that involves describing something in terms of what it is not, or not like. For example, if you chose a whale as the topic of your poem, you might have lines like “It does not settle down in trees at night, cooing/Nor will it fit in your hand.” Happy writing!"

Writing Prompt: Early Bird from Toasted Cheese Literary Journal Lots of fun stuff here like writing prompts, contests, and forums. check out their twitter handle too @toasted_cheese.

The Internal Thoughts of An Early-Bird

To which the alarm is an enemy
and after the sun has risen high
it will not move with urgency
and does not rightfully care.

And after the sun has risen high
and the alarm's siren continues to ring
and does not rightfully care
that it must needs to make haste.

And the alarm's siren continues to ring
while the coffee is freshly brewed
that it must needs to make haste
yet no regard is unduly given.

While the coffee is freshly brewed
the only movement is that of rolling over
yet no regard is unduly given
to the hours of five to six.

The only movement is that of rolling over
it does not move with urgency
to the hours of five and six

to which the alarm is an enemy.