And I’m sorry to see it go. I wrote more than 30 poems, posted them and critiqued with a talented group at Alsop Review’s Gazebo, an activity I was hesitant to undertake. My deal with my muse is that I can write things I will show nobody, but I surprised myself by being able to write those and many more things I would show others, even in their raw, 24-hour-old form. I used some old…
Winning his second Pulitzer Prize for a new collection, The Shadow of Sirius, poet W.S. Merwin said he was pleased and that the book was “a happy accident.” He described it as having a first section about childhood and remembering childhood, “not from a distance, but from inside.” The middle section is a collection of elegies to dogs, and the final section is about later life. Publisher’s Weekly called it his best book in a…
What I’m realizing about the NaPoWriMo daily poem exercise is that, as William Stafford said, you have to write the bad poems to get to the good poems. Of course, you don’t have to show anyone the bad poems, but it’s still disheartening some mornings to begin what you know in your bones will be a truly mediocre, necessary piece of writing. A piece of writing that defies form, vaguely or precisely reaches for the…
Could be from not writing my daily poems for three days, or from all that pollen out there. Or from pulling one too many late-night work sessions on this thing. I’m starting to lose my sense of date and I never lose that. So, to atone for not writing a poem for three days — or at least not one I’m going to show you — I will now attempt the high-wire act of writing…
It’s a musical play and in working on it, I find it interesting to notice the crossovers between drama and poetry, song lyrics and poems. Listening to a lot of contemporary music, musicals and folk songs, I found myself appreciating the lyricism of songwriters like Joni Mitchell, Stephen Schwartz (Wicked), Jonathan Larson (Rent), not to mention Oscar Hammerstein II (Oklahoma, South Pacific, etc.). A friend loaned me Hammerstein’s out-of-print book on writing songs, including the…
I have some poems up at Yareah, an international, bi-lingual (Spanish & English) zine new to me. Edited by Spanish writer Martin Cid, Yareah focuses on myths and legends as a way of analyzing cultural roots. My poems are in Issue 6, downloadable in pdf format or viewable with a new, pageable format that Ouroboros Review also uses. Thanks to arts editor Isabel del Rio, who asked to reprint my poems “Quetzalcoatl” and “Earth Whale.”…
Sandpiper weather … Continuing the giveaway of my chapbook Another Circle of Delight. Write to me: racheldacus@gmail.com for a free copy (first person before 8 am PDT tomorrow gets it). Doing the National Poetry Month daily poem-writing exercise for my fourth year has made me ask myself the question, “Why don’t I do this all the time?” As William Stafford said, you have to write the bad poems to get to the good ones. Ouroborous…
Speaking of forgetting (Beyond Forgetting, the new anthology about Alzheimer’s I blogged yesterday), I just learned something extraordinary about a friend of mine. I’ve always known Sara is extraordinary, that she lived through the Holocaust and yet is one of the most radiant and loving people I’ve ever been lucky enough to know. Something about her always makes me want to get a hug, even if we only quickly pass each other. What I didn’t…
I just received my contributor’s copy of Beyond Forgetting: Poems and Prose about Alzheimer’s Disease, edited by Holly Hughes. I’m very happy to have two poems selected for this anthology: “Elegy for an Amputation” and “At the Easel with Alzheimer’s.” It’s a fascinating and poignant collection on a topic that unfortunately affects many families. My father is the one in our family who has the disease. My dad, the former rocket scientist, can’t remember how…
I just looked up my Chinese fortune cookie prediction for the day: He who hurries can not walk with dignity. Apt for Sunday. Also apt for the NaPo poem-a-day challenge. If it becomes a thing on your To-Do list, you’re sunk. So of course, I wrote a poem about my To-Do list, thus exorcising that particular writer’s demon. As I don’t plan to publish it, I’ll post it here: Books on my shelves sprout bookmarks…