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Monday, March 12, 2012

Bird Tree

A bird with
its feathers
as leaves

feeding her
young

on the
stump of a
tree

Ted kooser on metaphor

an interview

pg 11 has Abandoned Farmhouse poem by Ted Kooser and the poem that influenced him - The Listeners 
Walter de la Mare 1912

Scented pencil box

Reading of Baby Scentsations in parenting magazine, I am reminded of a green pencil box which was scented. I got it as a gift for an essay on United nations.

Poetic exercises

Write a syllabic poem. This is from Ted Kooser's 'The Poetry Home Repair Manual'. ted Kooser writes that Frost's Stopping by woods on a snowy evening is written in a form. In the article Mark Richardson defines 'what a poem describes—its content; what it has in mind—its theme; and how it holds together—its form.'

Another:
Write a paragraph about a poem you have written, to an editor. In the explanation I have found a good ending to an incomplete poem.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Weather

We see 28C on
the thermometer magnet
Dad says its cooler
than that
Maybe its not working
We check later
Its 15C

Its working

Its funny that its
on the refrigerator
whose insides are lot lower
than the room temperature
that the magnet shows.

Exercise: Write a poem on any instrument that fascinated you as a child - stethescope, weighing machine, compass, windvane, any others? On your coveted posession.

Tot poetry on the rise

poetry for kids
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A dream visit to the pediatrecian



There are a few
experiments on the wall
written here and there

There are many people
around like its a
fast food joint
-hard to find all the
to -dos

You jot down the baby's
reactions from each of
the exercises

when its your turn
the doctor interprets
the results

Why is it so
complicated?

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Must have been the result of a disney theme memory book uptil five year age for the baby, which had a column for baby's reaction to each of the vaccinations.

Android voice

In jane shore's Dream City poem on pg 45,

A voice called out "This is your room.This is your bed"

Frances Mayes in 'the Discovery of Poetry' says that she tacked Loveliest of trees poem on a cherry tree. people stopped by and read it. Imagine such a tag on everything you see. Write your lines on it. When you revisit, feel free to revise and update it.

Exercise: Write from a thing's point of view not in their inanimate sense but in a way that reflects them through their voice.

Metaphor at poem level

Jane shore's Shit soup poem.

She begins with a recipe but extends the poem to other events in life.
The pot gets extended to the grave ditch. The food to one's lived life.

In pg 84 with the example of 'The Envoy' poem, Ted kooser calls such a thing as 'lifting the eyes' in words of Chinese poets.

Detoured from the poem

Jane Shore in 'Fairbanks Museum and Planetarium' poem describing the ongoings at the place, writes of
'.. a grumpy
French-Candian family with three wired kids
detoured from the Cabot Creamery,
...'


I would have thought that kids love to go zoos and planetariums but the expression that they have been detoured from a place they like lets another poem going on not only of what one likes or does but of another of what one doesnt like or doesnt.

Exercise: Write a poem where you did something but in terms of what you didnt.

Friday, March 9, 2012

New shoes

In Jane shore's 'My mother's space shoes' poem there is a Xray fitter.

When we were kids
and my dad
on his way to office
put a paper on
the floor
'Put your foot on it'
He then outlined the
foot with a pen

It all meant
only one thing

Imagine

Yesterday while watching TV, I came across a snapshot of Statue of Liberty, and thought how would Buddha's hand look on her head.
I liked these lines of Ted Kooser. In that same page he writes 'If the light that falls upon what lies beyond is very bright, you see the scene in vivd colors and there is only the faintest hint of your reflection in the glass. if the light beyond the window is faint, as at dusk, the speaker's reflection in the glass is much more prominent. The speaker notices both his or her reflection and the scene beyond.'

Recently:
The dark shadow of my head on kitchen window is hollow in the middle with the leaves and stems of the bush outside. Feel like invisible man.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Extending the metaphor

In Happy family poem, Jane shore writes
Between the sealed lips of each fortune cookie,
a white scrap of tongue poked out


Its through oracles that the future is spoken.

In pg 62 with Jane Kenyon's 'In the Nursing home' Ted Kooser explains extended simile.

What was the first metaphor?


Exercise: Extend each metaphor that you meet.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Novelty of an old book

I'm rereading this book I like. some of the excerpts in the book are something I can relate to now. What Boonie calls leg trap is what I call being snowed in.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Kim Addonizio's line in 'Ordinary Genius'

Life is a constant, unending construction and destruction ...





Cigarettes
Gin
Thom Gunn - The Butcher's son
Elizabeth Bishop - First Death in Nova Scotia
People of the future
Look to the future
Animals are passing from our lives
Common Dreams
Counter punch
The nation
CrooksandLiars

Better second half

When I picked Jamie Oliver: Turning up the heat, I didnt know anything about Jamie Oliver. That part would have been satisfied by reading the first half of the book on Jamie's rise as a great chef with successful TV shows. That could have easily been 'all the story' and then we go home.

But what follows next is 'Oliver's twist'(taking on the already punned) and this is where it gets more interesting. Jamie's bringing about awareness amongst the general public regarding good food change needed in schools by his 'feed me better' campaign, his 'fifteen foundation' for providing resources to talented youngsters are all great things to know.

'He represents the power of the individual, even in a global age when everything is dominted by mega corporations'- Gill Hudson.

'Its a Fame kind of movie,the coach who comes and whips the no-hope baseball team into shape, and changes more than the kids- thats what attracted me to the story.'- Michael Kuhn.

The message and the story are all in the story, only it could have been better told. With too many people quoted in the first half, it was difficult to maintain clarity.I feel that the story would have more life, if it was an autobiography.

3/5. 5.29.2009

Friday, March 2, 2012

A baby

can wheedle
milk
out of grandma's green bangles
out of mama's shin in black tracks

Dreaming proof

In a dream
you are two days ahead
A snack from home is
at the foot of the bed
Eating it I believe
you are home
My parents are changing
the furniture
bringing the bed
to living room
the kitchen is
now where the porch was

I think its a dream
I wake up to find you there
My brothers there too
still a kid
I ask him why he is so
says hes always been so
He came along with his BIL
and 40 other kids on an
express trip here

There are relatives
carrying food for them
I believe you are here
ignoring me

I want to walk away too
but cant too far

with the baby
getting hinged between
the bed her aunt is on
and the wall

with the baby
on a high swing
(who put her there?)
falling down
before I pull a chair
to get her down
she falls onto her
blanket

I wake up
You are still not here

Danger

I hold the baby down
to diaper
A black menacing cat
another mottled one
ready to pounce on
the baby
A dog too around
Strangely even in
their usual size
I seemed to hold
the baby
at their level

For a while
I mistook an older
baby for mine
leaving mine uncared
for and mangled

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A baby book says consider the undiapered baby armed and dangerous

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Summer game

The game of Jackstraws by Jane Shore.
This game is similar to pick up sticks game which we played in summer holidays. Our landlord's grandson who was a summer bird, an ace at carrom board had this game with him.

Shofar

At first
Reuse

Somewhere
down
the
line
Tuskers are chased
Antlers are staged

Expectations

we dont know them
until unmet

of a person with
broken throat
to not rest
and scream his love

A long shoe string



My mom asks if it is mine
I say its too long to be a
shoestring

She takes it to her room
to see if it goes into
any of her clothes

Nope

It lies in the laundry
basket
waiting to be claimed

Can you create something
out of nothing?

With laundry I have only
seen things lost
except for the one time
I saw money fall out of the
washer

To get there its lost somewhere
which I happily never find out

Like when I put on an oxygen mask
somewhere I'm off of CO2 mask

It figures
it always does
its drawstring of my track pants

the ones I'm using as a
lean against the cold wall

Writing

The Russian doll by Jane Shore. I wonder if it is after a specific poem by Elder Olson.

The Russian dolls that I know are standalone. Inflated. Much like dibble toys. The biggest is as much as a kid. The dolls were stood outside the general store. So much of the internal conversation of Jane shore's poem is missed in these dolls still they could still hold onto whatever conversations they can carry looking at each other all the time.

I used to think that if you had too much time then you wouldnt have too many things to write. Now I see that as you write, associations lead you to so much more, that mere writing down what you want to write about might not capture all of it. Those amorphous thoughts which jane shore put into words very well in her poem.

phone poetry

Poets and writers and many other magazines have epistolary poems and postcard poems as prompts for writing poetry.

All the right things to say

Congratulations
On your motherhood
You must be waiting for your husband
She must be missing her father

In phone poetry, who do the words belong to? The one who said it or the one who they are meant for. Now I get what all those writers mean by once your work is out there in the world, its no longer yours anymore.
I think we can read all poems as a one side phone conversation and write up replies to complete it. Much like a response to the poem that another Poets & writer exercise calls for but in the same medium. Like a response to each line instead of the whole poem at once.
For our digital times, text poetry and twitter poetry are welcome. Twitter poetry seems like the 'Roger .. Over' kinds.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Valentine gift - A brighton heart- blue top, yellow bottom

I got a box
size of a palm
shape of a heart
full of candy
jelly bean
pretzel dipped in M&M
from a friend

The Ghirardelli in pink
costs more than usual
A friend says ' that explains
the markdown the next day'

At safeway, a few days later
down to 20% cost, I walk
home with

hearts thin filled with
Elmer chocolate
hearts thick filled with
Too good gourmet chocolate cookies
A heart sheet with a heart
for a heart topped
on a container
with fortune chocolate cookies

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Fortune cookie

Poems that go beyond whats said

In Jane Shore's collection That Said -

In 'Willow', by pitting herself against the tree and against the well wishers of the tree, she has two narratives going on. One of her wish of fate for it and the other of the rest of the family.

In 'Priorities' - with the explanation of the setting of the apartment, the poet invites both the readers familiar with and unfamiliar with the environment into the poem. This is a beginning which encompasses all readers into the 'written for you' club.

My father's shoe trees. By story there's a reference to Cinderella's story without its mention, assuming that its a story known to all. Then this poem is meant for everyone.

American girl Addy

In 'Tender acre' , 'Then bands of bargello stitched the skin' are used to describe the snake. This one word does the magic for the poem. A poet is for correct naming of things.

Lobels
Mikveh
Kewpie

The poet manages to not polarise the readers into one slot. If she gets readers with experiences similar to her interested in her poem by familiarity, she draws in the rest with curiosity. If she gets certain readers to root for her feelings of dislike, she leaves the rest unguilty by providing them another dias for their point opposite to her feelings.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Paper collection

In a hostel
we kids collected
unused papers
towards the
final exams
from each
notebook

To bind
them
for next year's
rough book

I hadnt figured
where I would
get them bound

I started my
stack
All was fair
barter
snacks for papers

My rivals
complained
to the sister

In front of
all the kids
she asked me
how I got my
papers

I hadnt done
anything wrong

I got hit
and I peed

When the stack becomes big
the book gets unweildy

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Ted Kooser in The poetry Home Repair Manual suggests that for each poem we shuld hav atleast one imaginary reader. For this one, I dont know who th reader is, but I know who the reader is not - a person with no hostel experience.
And I raised my hand in return

Books I would like to read

Up
Bird Sense
The Man who planted trees
Life everlasting

Books I am a bit curious about:
Lots of candles, plenty of cake
When women were birds

Author/Writing lovers: Add it to your library

What to look for in winter

The prose goes on about many people. Author Candia Williams writes `It is hard to know where to start with Rosa since it is a story of extreme compensation for absences.'
For the reader: Who is Rosa? A schoolmate.
For the author: Every acquaintance in her life is an attempt to understand them.
Her description style of people which toelines along `greedy obsessive recall of trivial' is the author's way of recalling all that has ensued now that she has gone blind. If you like description, of architecture or people, the author has hinged the book on it and supported it very well and still trying to put it all in words- of a fort, after few lines, she asks - `how to describe it?', an ongoing attempt.
We have to see if by `picking up lost bits and pieces of my(her) scattered life to try to make something whole by putting it all together, my own flotsam and jetsam' , if she can find a frame for her life. With the `precise naming of things' she wants to see if she can will her sight back.
The author is always wary of letting us know that she is speaking from her Edinburgh times and acknowledges that things could be different now.
In the first half of the book, everyone she meets is under scrutiny. In the later part, she confines it to her family. She tries to understand her father. Her ex husbands and their current benign families. I felt like a good reader when I read the lines: `phase one, the first bit of memoir, to toughen up and prepare for deeper digging; phase two, this bit to, to do that deeper digging, in order perhaps to see more..' that I got the book like she meant it while writing.
If you think that the author is unsure with her frequent questions like`How does one write about marriage?' ,she does start and end with a quick summary of what that or the next chapter is about. The book has a story quality to it.
For the author her writing /art is a fallback. In her words - `I had discovered a great pleasure of the painful side of life: its relief, or exacerbation, by literature'.
On the borderline of neither blind nor well sighted, the author writes of how her blindness changes her lifestyle and how she enjoys and generates literature. As she is trying to bring everything to name she accedes that `It is this feeling of docking cleanly that grows more elusive with blindness'.
When I picked this book, I had to overlook her alcohol addiction part of life in light of the heavy leaning towards writing in the book. Even of the alcohol addiction and getting out of it, the author has written in an exploratory way, like a natural history of an alcoholic.
I have to mention that the book is rife with many new words, so look forward to some dictionary time.
Some lines I liked:
We are polite but so far havent offered tea.
Lonely for them.
"`Do you know how to make a fishing net?' The answer is that you find a lot of holes and tie them together. `
I could say that this is the metaphor that works for the whole book.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Instead prance with the cats

I heard two cats
A kitten like voice
another menacing

I moved the blinds
to reveal a regular
on the ground
another black cat
on the parapet wall.

The kitten voice
from who I expected
to have the menacing
voice

Their tirade
an exchange of sounds
Both were bent on their
hind legs and up on
their front

slowly they relaxed
their voices calming
and their bodies
hunkering down on
all fours

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Title from Theodore Rothke in his book 'On poetry & Craft'

Monday, February 13, 2012

Patterns

At the threshold of
Indian households
you found floral
patterns laid out
in thin white
lines of a powder.

Now they use chalk pieces
colourful
Earlier they added colours
to the powder for
auspicious occasions
like Sankranti.

Enter a new gadget
A platic tube with
perforations by purpose
Fill it with the powder and roll
it on the floor
for the pattern you desire
and for however long you wish to
encompass your veranda

Like a lullaby
for a baby that repeats
till the baby sleeps

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'My mother in law had threaded jasmine and marigold ropes and set in shaken chalk auspicious designs all around the preimeter of the house' What to look for in winter

What is an apple?

My mother wonders
if I remember putting
the question myself
and answering as a child
'It is round and red'.

My nephew as a child
had a face of an
apple

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Stains

of baby's poop at the pediatrecian
milk let in on the dress
multivitamin drops overflowing from
the baby's mouth onto mom

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Hate Cauldron

Mourning becomes Electra

An out and out tragedy of helplessness of characters having to part from their apple of the eye. The death is in them from that moment. They are ready to put their whole life into hating the souls responsible for shattering their dream.

The span of time for which the portrayal of the characters is done makes it easy on reader's imagination, making it sequential and even the slight movements conspicuous.

5/5

Saturday, February 4, 2012

More baby

Her 3 big center
eyelashes coupled
from the above and
below

Her hands never stay
in the swaddle
Her left hand is
on her face like
in the ultrasound

Baby

When asleep she makes
a noise that
she has had enough
When nursing she opens
her eyes to confirm
that its ok with mom
she also looks around
shyly if anyone
is watching her.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Great cover art

Hayden Ferry review - Premier issue has an animal being hugged but the overlapping area missing. Another was the back of a human torso on a chair. Although one migh think that in this pose, the missing bent head of thinking man adds the energy to the pose, just the torso has enough raw energy to evoke response.

Beckian Goldberg's poems - Salvation, Birth.

William Olsen - eighteen species of hummingbirds

Candace Greenburg- 'waiting for the days of grace' poem recreates a day with her 'Maybe it was a day like this:' with multiple attempts to get a whole picture of it.

Contents
American Wasteland

Author's site
Ritalin gets a black box warning and then loses it.

Regulation of therapeutic goods

Worry wart

when baby is in too long
or out too late

Its like
waiting for the only
exam which is 5 days away
and then you are off home.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

On the road

Author Howard Frank Mosher in The Great Northern Express, writes of not just his journey in an OldsMobile to a 100 cities on his book tour but also of his life and the people in it - his wife, uncle Reg and students he taught.
His memoir has the simplicity of Jose Saramago's 'small Memories' as well as a story structure in each chapter. Some chapters have a neat ending to a story started in previous chapters, making a story happen over chapters.
Uncle Reg's and other characters phantom appearance and dialogue reads like a Prairie House Companion session.
In one of the chapters, 'Prof told us' and 'Prof said that' got annoying. Made me wonder if that chapter should have been with Prof as the narrator.
Author not minding being referred to as 'Harold' and his humorous way of looking at his cancer experience in trimesters and his big trip a big grant tour, maintains his light hearted tone even while trying to make a difference in the life of his students steering them away from mill jobs. Its an effortless one sitting book read.
The author asks 'But who would write the stories we were hearing everyday right here in the Kingdom?'. He has captured them well, the funny stories of hunting, representing the culture of the place.
If I had read any of the author's previous work, I could get more attached to the memoir.

I will compare this with Queen of the Road

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Shadows

show us a broken world

canopy on a wall

Cant complain

The kid above my roof
jumps like a baby in the womb
The other day I saw him
at the door upstairs
He's so little.

Overcoming Dyslexia

After a spate of books by parents on rearing disabled children - The Boy In the Moon, All I can handle, The Anti Romantic Child (yet to read), My Dyslexia too has the same reason for existence, only this parent too has faced the problem as his child.
Author Philip Schultz understood very late in life that he suffered from dyslexia when his son was diagnosed with it. In this book, he explains how his lack of understanding of his situation isolated him socially and thus the solitary conditions were ripe for his becoming a writer.
It is ironic that even though the author is not a good follower of his religion, his insecurity and complicated relation with it in writing lets others find a great spiritual meaning for other readers.
The author makes an interesting comparision between being a dyslrxic and a writer.
May be we can expect something like Just like someone without mental illness only more so from Eli Schultz.

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