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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Do you remember these little books? Pick two different jargons that appeal to you and pen a poem.
Fishing terms, geometry, gardening terms, computer, cycling, etc. ...whatever appeals.
Think of all the unique combos or you could chose two opposites and see how well you can bring them together. This could make some really interesting poems. Here is one I wrote a while ago. My daughter was taking Geometry and she is interested in hair n' make up. I thought I would combine the two. My husband is in the military and I love flowers, what a unique poem that could be?!
Cupid's bow pursed,
passion's natural rose smiles,
planes appear, saving face
hollow apples,crop dusted
windows encircled, uplifted soul
smoky drama arrives in
matte made dreams,
skin and bone extract the canvas
hair color highlights hinges of youth,
rusting under painted brow,
alluded light by degrees
emotion drawn on,
play the part,
light reflects the God given jewels,
softness sets against animated sun,
light danced when young,
time worn clouds appear.
covers pieces of YOU.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The forms we have been enjoying are all of the Rondeau family, defined by the rentrement. The rentrement, as we saw in the last post's roundel, is an opening phrase or line that becomes a refrain. A French poet of the 19th century, Theodore de Banville, said of the rentrement, "It is at once the subject and its means of expression."
In "The Literary World", published in 1889, Charles Henry Luders gave us this quick lesson in the "Rondelet":
A RONDELETWhile each poem in the rondeau family is derived from a dance round set to music, the rondelet is also a short, disciplined format. There are a mere seven lines. A rondelet composed in French will be syllabic, counting 4-8-4-8-8-8-4. When written in English, the syllable count is often disregarded, and tends to be iambic. You are free to use the strict syllable count or choose another! While the strictness of the French-style meter helps to bring a spare beauty to your verse, a looser English-style meter can give you a little room to play around with this form. However, there must be meter and flow even if you choose a looser interpretation of the rules. "Rondelet", above, hews very close to the French syllable count, but not exactly, and its meter and flow are similar to what we are aiming for, here. Try reading your piece out loud to be sure it doesn't sound choppy.
Is just seven verses rhymed on two.
Is an old jewel quaintly set
In poesy--a drop of dew
Caught in a roseleaf. Lo! For you,
This format is also rhymed, and the scheme ends up looking like this:
A (Refrain)The first line, our rentrement, becomes the third and the seventh line as well.
A fun way to approach the rondelet is to begin it like a traditional haiku. Pick two clear images and try to reconcile them. Be sure to take your time in selecting the perfect descriptions, and don't settle for something easy or trite. It's not difficult to turn a small piece like this into doggerel. It's like walking a tightrope: you have to find a balance, adhering to the format yet allowing your own voice to shape it. Don't be afraid to modify the strictest rules as needed, while treating them with respect.
I couldn't find any online, readily available versions of the rondelet, none I truly liked, so I don't have an example to post for you in the article. I will of course link up along with runaway sentence. at the bottom when my version is posted, and look forward to reading your versions of this tricky, yet rewarding, little form.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Welcome to the Real Toads open link, where both members and visitors alike are invited to share a poem, either old or new.
Let us start our week off by reading some wonderful poetry, and forgetting, even for half an hour, that deadlines await our attention.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Shen, it is a pleasure to have you here today, and in order to not let our readers wait anymore, let us begin the trip through your world.
I know that your first love in the writing process was prose, so my first question is related to that. Tell us please how did writing get to be your “addiction”, as you call it on your presentation page from your blog – how did you begin to write in the first place?
I had written odd little scenes here and there for a few years through my teens. Nothing more than a paragraph at a time – I didn't have the focus or attention span to get any further than that. Then, I met a new friend 2 years ago September. I knew he wrote a little here and there, so I concluded it'd be fun to do a collaborative story. It was a good laugh and we kept it up for a couple of weeks. He gave me a string of compliments about loving my style and I really enjoyed it (the writing and the compliments!), it was a very steep slippery slope from there!
I think it became an addiction after I’d finished my first book, Tiaden Dawn. I was so proud of myself, the first project I’d completed to the very end and it was a 120,000 word book! I didn't want to stop, the story wasn't over and the characters had so much more to say. They sunk their claws into my psyche and have been breeding ever since!
You recently published a book – and, might I add, a very well written one, Twisted Fates. I know you’ve been asked this question many times already, but for those of the readers who haven’t yet had the pleasure (I promise you, dear readers, it is indeed a pleasure) to lay their eyes on your fantasy world, and not only for them, please introduce this work to us.
Thanks Lily for such kind words!!
T.F. is set in modern day southern England, the same area and world as my first book Tiaden Dawn. Which all sounds very normal, until I introduce you to the layers the humans don't see. There are 4 planes of existence, including the Earth plane which is as it sounds. Within the planes there are a whole multitude of different species and subspecies, all with their own agenda, cultures etc. The main focus of T.F is around that of a pair of sociopathic angels who have decided that humans are nothing more than parasites and it's about time they removed them.
There's what's termed the veil, which separates Earth from the other planes. The reason for that being twofold – to keep the humans from trying to reach the other planes thus risking them attempting to industrialize them. Also, to keep the number of non-humans on the Earth plane controlled, keeping the humans in their happy little bubble until they're ready to face up to the truth of the matter. It has been decided that the humans are about ready to have the veil fall and allow them to take their place with the rest of the species. This is seen as a great opportunity for many different species. The angels see a chance to destroy the humans. Others see it as a chance to take Earth as their own territory, then you have those who wish to protect both. It's a huge story which just keeps growing with different arcs and angles, a lot of fun to play with.
One of the things I know you’re working on is an encyclopedia – a very special one actually. I am now going to ask you to talk a little about that part of your work!
This was something I started one Monday morning when my body was awake but my brain was far from it! It's a writers encyclopedia – a satirical look into the world of writers. So far I've started to look at essential parts of a writer's world such as muses, plot bunnies and the terrifying creature that is a museless writer! I've also done a section on the various different breeds of writer. It's something very different to my other things and I hope people will find it as fun as I do.
We spoke about the writer Shen Hart so far – I am sure that our readers would like to know a little also about the poet Shen Hart. On your blog you confess that you were “conned by a good friend” to write poetry. How did he/she manage to convince you to explore this side of yourself too? Is there a difference for the quill when held by the poet Shen Hart and not by the writer Shen Hart?
I blame Ostensible Truth (I rarely use his full name!) entirely for getting me into poetry. As he put it he 'took on a poor, stray prose writer and taught her the way of poetry'. It started when I began fooling around with poetry as a bit of a joke. I didn't understand even the bare basics of poetry. He however, is a poet I have a huge amount of respect for and he was kind enough to (very patiently) teach me the way of the poem! He took the time to explain it to me properly and show me the beauty and skill behind it.
If you'd have asked me a couple of months ago if my prose is written by a different part of me to my poetry, I’d have said yes. However, since my poetry has been improving, the line has blurred to the point where it's almost gone now. My poetry has helped my prose come on in leaps and bounds. I do still go into a slightly different outlook and headspace for my poetry though. My prose I sit on top of the world and look down, writing the tales of my characters. For my poetry, I sit between the layers of existence and attempt to mark the beauty before me.
Talk to us a little please about your hobbies and your usual activities – what do you do when you do not write?
I'm a very outdoorsy girl. I'm a dog walker by trade and spend most of my time outdoors, come rain or shine. I share 4 horses and own a 2 year old, so I spend a fair amount of time down the yard with them as well. My 2 year old, Ziggy is a fantastic project and he gives me a great view on the world.
I plot, plan and scheme! Fingers crossed It looks as though I'll be a partner in a very boutique dog hotel by the end of this year. Where I will manage day to day running as well as getting back into teaching puppy classes. So I'm planning for all that, which I really enjoy. I’d love to have been an events organizer but that's a separate topic! I also give riding lessons, read (mainly factual but I'm getting back into fiction), as well as walking and I love just sitting outside on a clear night and stargazing. My favorite method of relaxation has to be sitting on the beach at night and watching a storm roll in though. Unfortunately we don't get many storms here any more, so lying back and stargazing while the waves crash against the shingle is a perfect replacement.
Suppose you would be isolated on an island – name three books you would take with you.
Michael Chrichton's Timeline.
Neil Gaimon's American Gods
I'm torn on the last one! Either, Ray Mears guide to wild food and survival – so I can actually survive on the island!
OR! Steven Hawking's a brief history of time – to keep me occupied and my mind working and ticking over.
Thanks for the great questions!
Thank you Shen, for accepting to answer them – it was a pleasure for me, and I’m sure that it is also for our readers, whom I advise to pay a visit to your blog, http://tiaden.wordpress.com/, in order to get better acquainted with your works!
Friday, August 26, 2011
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
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Robb will continue to offer his Critique Corner in the Tuesday slot from Sept 6.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"The concept Borges described in 'The Garden of Forking Paths'—in several layers of the story, but most directly in the combination book and maze of Ts'ui Pên—is that of a novel that can be read in multiple ways, a hypertext novel."
"Borges conceives of 'a labyrinth that folds back upon itself in infinite regression', asking the reader to 'become aware of all the possible choices we might make'."
I wonder, now, how can a book be like a maze and can a poem be like a maze too?
Borges is lauded as the father of magical realism, so my challenge is that we all allow ourselves to become lost in the maze of language, magic, and endless possibilities.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Liliana: I think that nature was God’s first official poet – poetry exists, with or without our awareness, in everything that surrounds us, poets being merely the ones interceding between the world of poetry and people, like some sort of mediums. Honestly, I have no precise definition of poetry. To me it is like an extra limb, or sense, or something similar, allowing me to explore the concept of multiverse. Poetry (art, in general) is something so close to divinity, that humanity hasn’t invented yet the right words to define it properly.
Sherry: Who would you say has been the single biggest influence, in your life, on your creativity?
Monday, August 22, 2011
Welcome to the Real Toads open link. I do hope that your Monday proves to be less stressful than mine. The best antidote to workday blues is the opportunity to relax and read a poem of two.
Both members and visitors alike are invited to share a poem, either old or new, and read a few of those so generously offered for our enjoyment.
Thursday, August 18, 2011