Timeless – a poetry reading

I recently read a book titled, Singing School, by Robert Pinsky.  No, it’s not about how to sing music.  It’s about how to write poetry by giving examples of notable poems where Pinsky points out the interesting twists and things the poet does to make a particular poem good, interesting or notable.  One of the things Pinksy points out that some poems need to be read aloud to get the full impact of the poem.  Often just reading a poem silently isn’t enough.  There can be important parts missed by just reading with the mind without passing the poem through your ears.

So, I decided to read one of my poems aloud to hear what it sounded like to my ears.  I’ve been thinking lately that I need to present my poems in two forms – the written word and the spoken word.  Listen to my reading and let me know what you think

Timeless poetry reading

Timeless Text

Till next time,

Andrew

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Boring

I’ve not been doing much.  Did clean the shop a little, finished the storage unit and made a few notes on my writing projects.  I did spend a few hours catching up on my financial bookkeeping.  Mostly, not much happened.  Heather and I went to a movie, a walk by the ocean and did a day trip up to the de Young Museum in San Francisco.

and there was the jigsaw puzzle we did.  Exciting times I tell you.

It was exactly what my creative spirit needed – rest.  Sometimes the best thing you can do to nurture your creativity is, nothing.  We can’t be giving all the time, we have to take in as well.  Any of you who have read The Artist’s Way will recognize this as the concept of “breathing in.”  As much as we want to produce things, sometimes we need to take the time to let our creative selves rest and recover.

Heather found a fun book at the museum book store that is a fun way to look at the same thing.  It’s titled, Steal Like and Artist by Austin Kleon.

It’s a fun book with lots of good ideas.  He points out that most creative work is really derivative (that’s the fancy way to say it).  He makes this point clear in a fun and amusing way.  It’s a book I’d recommend to all of you who are looking to improve your creativity.  It’s a quick read but insightful.

… and he calls resting, “be boring.”

Today I am feeling like the “be boring” thing has been working.  I’ve got a number of ideas to work on, have started working on a couple of new poems for my book and decided to abandon one poem I was working.  It became clear around three o’clock today that the poem was just an ending with out a beginning that made sense.

My fault really – I got the ending from a Bible story but forgot to steal a beginning…

Till next week,
Andrew

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Taking the week off

This is a time of year for family and friends.  I’ve been enjoying a quiet Christmas season this year and have decided to take the week off from writing.  The last few days have been restful and I’ve let my brain turn off for a while.

I’ll be back next Sunday with a real post, possibly another poem with the line, “and they went home by another road,” somewhere in it.

Till next week,

Andrew

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Timeless

Today is the day – winter solstice.
Shortest day of the year.
Start of a winter.
End of a year.

The sky is grey
and darkness drives me
indoors to the warmth
of hearth, kettle and kittens.

It is a time to write,
a time to reflect, to sit at keys,
and let thoughts flow.

But darkness clouds my brain.
Soon the long night will be here.
The sun just a memory
with hopes and dreams sitting on the self.

It is the kind of day that just needs to pass.
It is the kind afternoon when a fire and a cup of tea are all I ask.

Sitting, listening to my heart and soul
I hear nothing – no wind, no word
just the thundering of little kitten feet playing chase in the hall.

Boots the kitten rubs my legs
asking to sit on my lap
there she bats at the space bar
trying figure out what it is for.

Other kittens come and invite
Boots to a game of chase
and down the hall they run,
the little thundering herd.

The blank page stares back
as I think of the year that has been
of the year that will be
and my heart smiles as I feel
a little paw step on my toe.

The kitten opens her mouth with a silent meow
and settles at my feet to wait as I write
or until the game starts anew.

As I ponder the words flowing on the page
and consider the wisdom of the age
a paw and a small cry
bid me put down my burdens and come play.

Till next week,
Andrew

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