Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

I Can Do This. I Will Continue.

Posted: March 2, 2015 by writingsprint in Writing
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Tonight I wrote 400 words or so, along with racking my brain and scribbling ideas for an hour before then. I’m working on one of the first scenes in Risha’s story, and I’ve been procrastinating to the nth degree because every time I work on it, it gets bigger. A deal is going down, and it’s going sideways. Here are the kinds of questions I’m asking:

Who’s her crew?
Where is she?
Is it civilized or on the frontier?
On the frontier of what? Are there wild animals? Barbarians? Klingons?
What’s her cargo?
Big or small?
Is there a double cross or does something else go wrong?
Who are her friends?
Who are her enemies?
Does she meet them now or later?

The list goes on, and on. At this point one of my first teachers would say, “Back up. Start with the character. It all has to tie together and it starts with her.”

True. But does that mean I need to build the whole galaxy and her place in it before I do anything? I don’t have that kind of patience. I have a lot, but not that much. So I may do it in chunks. Zoom in as tight as I can and keep the focus on her, so that I don’t have to deal with the rest of the galaxy yet. I’ll work on that in parallel, a little at a time.

It’s funny. When I wrote Shadow and Shade, I had no idea how much work novels were. I said to a fellow writer that if I’d known, I might never have started. She laughed and said it sounded like raising kids. I have one thing now that I didn’t have then: the first one under my belt.

At times like this I like to remember this TED talk presented by Sarah Kay. I’m in awe of her craftsmanship with words.

I love the part when she says, “I can do this,” and then “I will continue.” That’s where I am. I’ll do step three along the way: “Infusing the work you’re doing with the specific things that make you you, even while those things are always changing.” For now I’m focused on steps one and two.

Nigh(t)

Posted: September 21, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry
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I loved this poem by Fredrik Kayser. Have you ever felt like you were living in the moment just before your life changed?

Fredrik Kayser

Last night it almost happened again,
I am on the verge,
I’ve almost rediscovered how,
To see with my eyes closed.

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Rhymes with Grime

Posted: August 1, 2014 by writingsprint in Fun Stuff
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I laughed out loud at this post by Mads. I’m imagining Hugh Grant and Renee Zellweger as Lord Pottinger and Lady Lobelia.

Honour and Loyalty

Posted: July 29, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry
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I love Fredrik’s words about winning over the heart of your foe. It can happen. I had a coworker I couldn’t stand once, but we just had competing priorities. We learned to bring out the best in each other.

Fredrik Kayser

Where in today’s society,
is there place for honour?
Where in our world,
does loyalty yield just reward?

Petty men and women,
to whom equality is but a sermon they preach,
will never recompense,
those who dignity will teach.

If we do not honour those,
who with honour themselves conduct,
and if loyalty is not with loyalty met ~
Our legacy will fade,
our names reduced to ash,
and scribbled lines of empty words,
upon rune stones that true worth obstruct.

Honour the loyal men and women,
with the respect they are due,
win over the heart of your foe,
and turn enemy into friend.

Death comes for us all,
without honour,
of immortality we are ~
bereft.

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Writing in Water

Posted: June 6, 2014 by writingsprint in Essay
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Bruce Lee
From the Daily Prompt “Dream Teacher“: You can choose any person from history to teach you any topic you want. Who’s your teacher, and what do they teach you?

I would ask Bruce Lee to be my writing coach. Lee was a pioneer in martial arts, developing a “style of no style” in Jeet Kune Do, which philosophically is a forerunner to today’s mixed martial arts. His approach to martial arts was holistic, emphasizing technique, physical fitness, mental and spiritual preparation, and even nutrition. His philosophy of life emphasized shedding what was unnecessary and perfecting what was important. My favorite Lee quote is, of course, the “be water” quote, one of the most profound expressions of the value of mental flexibility I’ve ever read:

“Be like water making its way through cracks. Do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, and you shall find a way around or through it. If nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. 



Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water. If you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle and it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now, water can flow or it can crash. Be water, my friend.”

I work on letting my thoughts flow when I do yoga, so that I can do it in my everyday life. The ability to consciously unwrap your brain and let your thoughts flow has had profound benefits on my writing.

As a writing teacher, I think Lee would combine prose, poetry, song, any form of verbal expression. He would emphasize grammar and language as solid foundations, then play with them as our writing became more advanced. We would study and borrow the best from other languages, especially completely different languages like Asian and African styles, to break down the subtle barriers in our minds formed by our speech. Lee would break down barriers and shatter expectations, developing completely new styles of writing that reached out to all forms of creativity.

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Discharge

Posted: June 6, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry
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I love thunderstorms. And this makes me love them even more. Hell yeah.

Fredrik Kayser

Each day bears with it in passing as daylight dies,
A muted roar,
Deafening silence,
Beneath storm-shrouded skies.
The air is thick with anticipation,
Pressure building,
Stale, bitter cold,
Smothering sensation.
My heart is an abused drum,
Which within my skull,
Will resonate,
Until the skies crackle with lightning,
And the winds scream of storm,
Breaking free all souls made numb.
Quickening beats and alacrity of spirit,
As thunder shatter the daily cycle,
As lightning tear up routine’s pattern,
Strengthen the discharge of angst.
Chaos bid welcome by wanting man,
Desire to bring the changes,
Only violent storms can.
So strike the anvil like mighty Thor,
Send igniting sparks our way,
And hear us cry out in love,
As we together like lovers roar.

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yellow

Posted: June 4, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry, Slice of Life
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What is it that freaks me out about the color yellow? It’s the color of sunlight but it’s also the color of sickness. It’s the color of sunflowers, and of fear in the Green Lantern mythology. I knew someone whose favorite color was yellow. She was a singer and dancer. That’s what I try to remember when I think of yellow.

Tornado

Posted: April 8, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry
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Part twelve of “Cloud Studies,” a sonnet sequence, by Christine Klocek-Lim.

Lenticularis

Posted: April 7, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry
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Part eleven of “Cloud Studies,” a sonnet sequence, by Christine Klocek-Lim.

Altostratus

Posted: April 6, 2014 by writingsprint in Poetry
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Part ten of “Cloud Studies,” a sonnet sequence, by Christine Klocek-Lim.