I have let so much of my time get away from me (life has been busy, I’ll blog about it later) but it’s again time to get back to a schedule and start writing and publishing in a timely manner. sorry for my absence blog readers, and I hope this cartoon makes you chuckle. After all, this is the writing life isn’t it?
Weird Al’s new album came out last Tuesday, and I am already enamored with his piece, Word Crimes. It’s a hilarious take on modern grammar usage that any grammar Nazi or lover of English will chuckle about.
My poem is live,check it out :)
Originally posted on Silver Birch Press:
My dream — wearing a wedding dress
it didn’t fit, the hem was caked
with dried mud, a tattered veil
he, a dank cave,
an old fashioned white cloth
and he was staring right at me,
like I was a TV program,
he’d been waiting for.
My dream-self was slow
taking in the stalactite ceiling,
the stench of growling
bleating sounds that echo from behind
blocking the room’s only exit — a cavern
“please I don’t have the strength,
you have to hear me!”
SOURCE: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Book Two : The Sea of Monsters by Rick Riordan (Hyperion Books, 2006).
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: This poem is based on a page from a Percy Jackson YA novel. In writing the poem, I wanted to retain the original feel of the page but change and tweak it to elicit…
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Buzzfeed had a fun little article about 50 amazing tatoos inspired by Children’s classics (though I would agrue that some books such as The Little Prince are better read by adults!)
Most of the pieces are fairly creative and well done. And it got me thinking, do you have any literary ink? (If so please post pics below in commment section!)
Would you get a permant marking of your favorite work? Or do you think tattooing your favorite childhood work is just a bad idea?
Last week was the week I said, I was going to release my E-Book. Then I ended up getting called in for an interview for teaching a playwriting class and realized that I had an erasure poem I wanted to submit and the deadline was fast approaching…
so last week was not the week.
But as Scarlett O’Hara, a heroine that I despise would say, “tomorrow is another day.”
So barring anything crazy, this week will be the week.
But back to the erasure poem, I received work yesterday that it will be included in the project (I’ll post more later.) (I also got the job teaching kids play-writing! expect a blog on that later.)
I’m super excited. This was my first attempt at an erasure poem. Erasure poems, for those who don’t know, is a form of found poetry or found art created by erasing words from an existing text in prose or verse and framing the result on the page as a poem.
The project is going to be available on Silver Birch Press.
I found this sort of work, freeing in its constrictions. The project had a specific constraints on the topic as well as the page number you could pick. It was a puzzle for the artistic mind!
It also helped with my writer’s block. :) I really do suggest it for people who can’t think of anything to write or who like to pretend like me that they are visual artists as well.
I think I might take a few books and just have at it. Who knows maybe I’ll come up with
oh the things we could have done, if we only took the first step.
Yet here I am, a city deer starring at the blurring headlight sun, one foot hanging, delicately balancing, refusing to take the first step.
I had a lot of plans this year, plans which I have absolutely sucked at. Life, my impossible high standards, and fate aside (it’s been on heck of a year emotionally), I have made inlets this year: poems and plays published, a job in teaching, another prospective job (I’ll blog about it later) in teaching play-writing to little nugs, work beginning on my graphic novel as well as my kid’s books (yay!!!!) and an ever growing blog audience (you guys rock).
…But there’s on thing I linger on…….
Releasing my ebook of plays.
It’s been available on the Nook now for a month, maybe two. Tucked away, unpublicized by my fear of something.
And the insane thing, I don’t much care how much money I make. It’s low priced, I might even put it a bit lower.
All I really want if for people to read my previously published plays and maybe, if they like them, throw up a show of their own.(Though a bit of an extra income is always nice as well.)
I need to release it and move on. I need to figure if five people buy it and read it, it was worth the effort of editing and the pain of my ego.
I think I’m going to do it this week.
Note: written during the weekend of another Hallmark holiday, Father’s Day, where I find myself lost once again so I take to the paper and write something, I’ll be rewriting for the rest of my life.
I found myself in the sterile room,
snow blind, a blizzard
as the doctor’s tongue snaked
charmed out symbols, I coated
myself with words: selfishness,
bravery and faith.
and the silent bargains serenade
angels, the bleat from
my lips to the eletronic pulse
… . … . … . … .
You need a lung
but my words were dull,
unable to cut the
supple folds of my
skin. You needed
all I could give you was a sonnet.
Check out this website for some more hilarious intepretations of Disney classics.
Long before Disney, most fairy tales existed; but, they were much more twisted, dark, complex and awesome than the 2 hour white-washed animated movies would lead you to believe. Enjoy this video, detailing 10 of them.
Ruth Graham’s new article on why adults should be ashamed to read YA literature seems to have brought all the literary snobs out of the wood work. You know the type, your friend who only read Joyce in public or lament much to loud and publicly about poetry that rhymes. Of course this tends to be an issue, that comes to surface again and again and again. It isn’t enough to read, you have to read the right work.
When I was a child, the devil was Goosebumps. How could kids waste their time on this, there was no literary value…blah blah blah blah blah.
I was one of those kids wasting my time reading these poorly written crap, which they were, no moral, no plot development and frankly about half way through the book, I could tell you how it was going to end. But to my third grade self, there was nothing more exciting than getting my next book-order in with my new Goosebumps book.
Mind you, before those books I HATED reading. I’d only read what was required in school. And eventually I became bored with them and moved on to the classics (Fahrenheit 451, Tom Sawyer, etc).
Here is something to think about (from 2013): 32 million adults in the U.S. can’t read. That’s 14 percent of the population. 21 percent of adults in the U.S. read below a 5th grade level, and 19 percent of high school graduates can’t read:million adults in the U.S. can’t read. That’s 14 percent of the population. 21 percent of adults in the U.S. read below a 5th grade level, and 19 percent of high school graduates can’t read.
We do not need to be shaming people on their literary choices. Yes, there are more engaging and mind boggling works than YA (though some are pretty darn powerful like 13 Reason’s Why), but frankly as long as something keeps you reading, that is something.
And let’s talk about some of the classics, with a plot break down:
Old man and the sea: Old man goes fishing. Has a lot of regret. Finally catches his giant fish. Sharks eat it. He is defeated. Dreams of lions (dies).
The Catcher in the Rye: A whiny boy whines for way too long.
Need I go on? (Don’t get me started on Pamela.)
In all, Graham’s article seems to forget:
Reading is a personal choice and what is engaging or deep to someone is completely person.
Frankly, I challenge all of you to go reread Dr. Seuss’s work, there’s some deep social complementary in it.
And there is an art in simplicity in the ability to expound deep thoughts to younger audiences.
So go out, read what you want. Be it a magazine, a best seller or a classic and don’t let anyone give you crap for it.