Good Book: The POET'S COMPANION

I've been dabbling in poetry writing for about a year-and-change now. I don't write very often, mostly when the feeling hits, but I'd like to write more. One of the problems I've had is that I never really learned "how" to write poetry. I never read a book, took a class, or attended a seminar. I've read some poetry, and have had friends who were poets, and even used to go to poetry readings when I produced my public access poetry show, WORDS!, to recruit poets and get inspiration, but I never really felt confident about myself as a poet.

I actually started out trying to write song lyrics, which is quite different from what I'd call "serious" poetry. Lyrics have their own thing to them in that they have to fit whatever music they're attached to. You can't fall too in love with what you do because it's bound to change somehow. I have yet to put any of my words to music, but I'm looking forward to it.

I made my first attempt at "real" poetry, when I was going through some emotional drama-trauma about a year or so ago. One day I just started writing. I have to say the stuff was pretty dark, and not all that great, but it helped exorcise some pretty nasty feelings I had at the time. It was a start. Since then, I've continued to dabble from time to time. The problem, like I said before, is that I didn't really know "how" to write. Enter The Poet's Companion.

The Poet's Companion (by poets Kim Addonizio and Dorianne Laux) is a book I've had for a while now, but never read past the first few pages. I got it from a book club I belonged to a couple years ago. I only now decided to read it, and so far, so good; I'm almost done with the first section. I know that's not very much to comment on, but it's enough for me to know I'd like to finish it. There are lots of cool exercises in them that I believe will help me a lot with my writing. I really look forward to continuing it.

From what I've read so far, I'd recommend it highly.

Morning Pages? Try It!

I've been journaling for a few years now, and have really taken to the concept of "morning pages." I got the idea from the book, The Artist's Way, by Julia Cameron, which was introduced to me by a friend. Morning pages are three pages (could be more, but no less) of longhand writing done first thing each morning about nothing in particular; just write whatever is in your head. According to Ms. Cameron, "they might also, more ingloriously, be called brain drain, since that is one of their main functions."

As creative people (and we all are) we often get blocked by our own fears and insecurities, or those imposed on us by others. We are often unable to move past it and forever live with the frustration of never being able to fully express ourselves in a creative way. This is particularly maddening for those of us who create for a living. As writers, fine artists, or filmmakers, we depend on our ability to tap into the creative flow whenever we need it, but at times we just can't. Opening ourselves up to the process of morning pages can help release whatever is holding us back so we can continue to do what we do best—create.

I recently came across a blog called inkmusings, where it's author, Gary Varner, talked about his experience with morning pages. Here is a reprint of that post given with Gary's blessing. Enjoy.

MORNING PAGES
by Gary Varner



This morning I embraced an old friend: morning journal pages.

Last year when I was struggling in the process of moving out of a relationship and wondering what the hell had happened to my body, one source of solace was the times I spent at Starbucks, writing in my journal with the dawn breaking in the distance. Most days such writing equated to little more than time spent atop a glorious pity-pot, but sometimes in these attempts at cheap therapy, enough epiphanies appeared and made a difference.

Recently while trying to focus more heavily on writing for income, I realized I’ve been neglecting these me-moments a lot, and I missed them. So this morning, much to the grumpy machinations of my really-rather-sleep-another-hour body, I headed off to my favorite early morning Starbucks and renewed this old tradition.

Why morning pages? Many writers use this vehicle to jump-start their day, even though they still spend much of the day writing on other, hopefully profitable pursuits. Writing toss-away pages early in the day simply clears your mind of the clutter and noise accumulated overnight. Like a short meditative sit or a brief power nap, morning pages rejuvenate and result in a clearer state of mind.

Today I chose a target of three pages written in my Moleskine, which takes about 20 minutes, a time that’s highly manageable. Other writers I know write much more, and at times I’ve written 10 or 12 pages when there were things that needed outing, but the real point is in setting a minimum page count and not stop until said pages are filled. It’s also a good idea to force yourself to keep the hand moving as well. Morning pages are not a time for pondering then pontificating between the lines: the whole point is to unclutter and attain clear thinking, and distractions festered by inactivity don’t further that cause.

Will I continue morning pages? One day does not a habit make (but yards of black cloth can make several!...sorry…bad – but funny – pun!), but it’s a start and with memories of the positive effect morning pages once had during a rough time I should be motivated enough to set this good habit once again.

Photo credit: © Gary Varner

Still Too Much?

This William Wordsworth poem was submitted to me for another site of mine for Poetry Month. It's interesting how the sentiment still holds two centuries later. Sad but true.

THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US (1807)
by William Wordsworth



The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear Tritorn blow his wreathed horn.

Check the sidebar for more on William Wordsworth.

Who's The Screenwriter?

Tried to find some info on The Color Purple screenwriter, Menno Meyjes, but could only find links to his filmography. There's one on the IMDb link I included in the sidebar (The Color Purple), and I'll add one here from the New York Times.

Menno Meyjes (filmography)

From Book To Screen: The COLOR PURPLE

In addition to other books and writers, I'll be paying particular attention to books that have been made into films. Though some are done better than others, it's always interesting to see how screenwriters adapt books to fit the silver screen. There have been so many cinematic adaptations of books, it's hard to know which one to look at first.

The first book to pop into my head was The Color Purple by Alice Walker. Who can forget the scene where Celie finally reunites with her sister, Nettie (Kleenex anyone?), or when Sophia confronts Celie about telling Harpo to beat her? (Did Oprah work that or what?)

It's been over 20 years since this small, but powerful, book was published (1983), and 2005 marks the 20th anniversary of the film's release. For this reason, and others, I figured it would be great to give them both another look.

I saw the movie again only a few months ago, but it's been about 10 years (if not longer) since I read the book, so I'll be reading it once more as well. I'll probably watch the film again too, just because. In my humble opinion, everyone attached to that film should have gotten an Oscar. They wuz robbed!

Check for related links to this and all featured books/films in the sidebar, and a link to the CliffsNotes site below for a comprehensive overview of the book:

CliffsNotes: The COLOR PURPLE

Life Is Fine

This is a poem by Langston Hughes that I included on one of my other sites for Poetry Month. To learn more about Langston Hughes, check out the link above or in the sidebar.

LIFE IS FINE
by Langston Hughes



I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn't a-been so cold
I might've sunk and died.

But it was … Cold in that water! … It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn't a-been so high
I might've jumped and died.

But it was … High up there! … It was high!

So since I'm still here livin',
I guess I will live on.
I could've died for love—
But for livin' I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry—
I'll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! … Fine as wine! … Life is fine!

From "The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes," published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc.
Copyright ©1994 The Estate of Langston Hughes.

If You Want To Write…WRITE!

Here's a poem I wrote last year (one of my first). This is to encourage anyone who feels like they want to write to just sit down and do it.

JUST WRITE
by Melanie Morgan

I want to write about life—
Life in general, but mine in particular.

I want to write poems and songs and books and movies
Stupid and sweet, profound and profane.

I want to write important things and trivial shit
About what color to paint my room—or my hair.

I want to write about world peace
And how to be at peace in a world
Where there’s no justice nor peace.

I want to write something everyone wants to read
But won’t be able to because they won’t know it exists.

I want to write a memoir chronicling a life
Well-lived, well-loved, and well-sexed.

I want to write about all the stuff I did
And the stuff I didn’t do but always wanted to do.

I want to write a bunch of nonsensical stuff
That makes all the sense in the world.

I want to write about yesterday, today, and the hereafter
When it’s supposed to be over but really isn’t.

I want to write about what I believe in,
Even if it’s absolutely nothing.

I want to write about my hopes and dreams and desires,
Even if they’re nothing more than fantasy.

I want to write more
And could say a lot less,
So let me put the pen down and just write.

© 2004 Melanie Morgan

Celebrate POETRY MONTH

For those who don't know, and to remind those who do, April is National Poetry Month. Acknowledging it is as good a way as any to kick off this blog.

Throughout the month I'll be adding links to poetry sites, providing poetry info, and posting poems from myself and others. I'll also be adding links to sites of literary interest.

To learn more about NATIONAL POETRY MONTH click here:

The Academy of American Poets

WELCOME!

This is the home of the literary blogzine, New Word. I've always wanted to create a literary magazine, but was put off by the cost of producing it in print. When I discovered blogging recently, I resurrected the idea and here it is!

The weblog format lends itself beautifully, as it allows for content and commentary from myself and others, and the cost of producing it will be within reason.

As New Word grows, it should be a source of information and inspiration for those reading it, and a creative outlet for those featured on it. As editor, I'm looking forward to finding out as much as I can and presenting it.