Thursday, March 27, 2014

Poetry for the People!


Hold the phone; it’s almost April! For me, this month is a big deal. Not only is it National Poetry Month, but also I turn in my MFA thesis come the 11th. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. I can breathe again, people!

In celebration of this, my holiest, month, and because of it being National Poetry Month, I want to talk poems. Specifically, I have found myself lately considering how poetry reacts to, draws from, influences, and reaches people. Maybe it’s because I’ve been teaching new writers, some of who don’t particularly rush into the world of poetry, some of who have been taught that poetry is something unreachable or not understandable. I don’t think that’s true. I hope it’s not true. So, in honor of my good friend April, and all my Intro to Creative Writing students, here’s a short list of poetry that is grounded in reaching out to real (not poets-only) people, poetry that is moving beyond the page into the world.

1. Slam Poetry— This isn’t exactly news, but man do I still love a good slam poem, and it didn’t seem fair to ignore this in my list of poetry for the people. May I suggest, if you are new to slam poetry, a quick listen to Jill Scott’s “One Second of Warped Security” and Shane Hawley’s “Wile E. Coyote” (a couple personal favorites).

2. Motion/Moving Poems— These gems are art collaborations between filmmakers and poets. The idea is quite simple: set a poem to a short film/moving images. What is especially cool about this idea is that the group Motion Poems does projects related to nearby communities. One such project conveniently located not too far from us in Mankato, Minnesota is the public art project “Arrivals & Departures at St Paul’s Union Depot.” This project highlights local writers and filmmakers, with these motion poems being projected onto the St. Paul’s historic Union Depot at 5-minute intervals (like the intervals of the trains).

Sidewalk Poem
Photo Credit: Public Arts Saint Paul

3. Sidewalk Poetry— Another neat local arts initiative is St. Paul’s “Everyday Poems for City Sidewalk” project. This public arts venture has been around since 2008, and of this project, its leaders write, “As Public Works goes about its business fixing sidewalks, we efficiently install beautiful poems into this everyday element of our lives. This award-winning program invites our own residents to write in our city-sized book of poetry…Thank you for your submission, and thank you for helping Saint Paul pave its streets with poetry!”

4. Poetry in Sculpture— Another great arts collaboration is happening between poets and sculptors, with poetic lines written wrapping around the edges and twists and turns of sculptures. Poetry Paths in Pennsylvania is doing this and more, so check them out!

5. Guerilla Haikus— Like the warfare, this is all unusual methods and places. Unlike the warfare, this is all about community and poetry. Groups of renegade poets create haikus about a particular community. They then write these little poems throughout that community’s parks and streets, often with chalk.

6. State Parks as Poetry— Again, this isn’t something new, but something that has stuck with me once I first heard about it. The concept is a merging of nature, history, and poetry. Writers posting poems not in a book or journal, but instead on plaques in state parks or lookout points. Famous example: William Stafford who was commissioned to write the roadside plaques for the Methow River, most of which still stand today.

7. Pocket Poems— What I like so much about this is that everyone can be a vessel for poetry. Poem in your pocket day falls in April, this year on the 24th. This day calls for people to place tiny poems in their pockets, and then to find times to share their pocket poem throughout the day. It’s a very simple concept, even a little silly maybe, but it’s moving poetry into the world.

8. The Great Wall of Poetry— Some communities are coming together to celebrate art on the walls of old downtown buildings. This is sort of graffiti poetry. Some of it is permanent, painted on, and some celebrates its impermanence like the guerilla haikus in chalk. Groups like urban poetry project, POETICA, are creating interactive poetry instillations. Local writers then do readings of their wall poems for the public/passersby.

9. Poetry Flash Mobs— I know, for some of you, the words “flash mob” make your eyes roll. It’s as out as planking. But here’s the thing— this is with poetry! And it’s pretty cool, so check it out before you write it off. (It’s like slam poetry but more awkward!)

10. Solar Poems— This is something I literally just heard about today thanks to my mom. These poets and visual artists are creating solar-powered billboards of poetry. This means short poems read at night by anyone that might walk by. I’m in love with this.
Solar Typographic Poem
Photo Credit: Artist Robert Montgomery


Happy Poetry Month to you and yours,
Debbie

Thursday, March 13, 2014

If I were a gas, what color would I be? #iheartandronicus

I consider showering, brewing coffee, dancing to the Ting Tings when they come up on the Pandora station, and driving to be time spent writing.  Watching a live stream of Kiev in flames: 6 minutes writing.  Eavesdropping on the conversation of the couple in line ahead of me at HyVee: 2 minutes writing.  

I can type feverishly for an hour or so, and that’s an hour of writing.  But then I might read an essay, drink some more coffee, read the news, feed my fish Andronicus, tell Andronicus I love him in 3 different languages, tell him he’s sexy, tell him he’s the only fish in the world, text my sister.  And that’s another hour of writing.

Ridiculous?  With that kind of logic, LIFE is writing (*holds drag, slowly releases, passes left*), man.  But that doesn’t mean you have any finished product to show for it.

But listen.  This morning I waged war with a piece I’m working on about spectral lines and what stars are made of.  Science and shit.  Frustrated, I set a pot of coffee to brew, took a shower, and Lo.  Water steaming off my eyelashes, it occurred to me—the connective tissue I’d been looking for. (#youhadtobethere #spoiler)  Here it is: If my body evaporated to gas and my spectral lines were studied, what would be the patterns of my colors?  #Pulitzer

Oxygen Spectral Lines #nerddom4ever #writingtime37seconds


That didn’t happen in front of a computer screen.  That genius was born from standing ass naked with the foam of Hello Hydration Herbal Essences pooling at my feet.

Of essays I’ve written, none were born of cramped muscles and cut off circulation and utter silence and utter concentration and a rigid mind that said SQUEEZE, SQUEEZE it out, come on, 3000 words!

I’m all for self-discipline.

But we are physical creatures with cells and nerves and mitochondria and muscles and we have five senses and a lifespan that leaves residues of memory.  We are made to stretch, taste, laugh, and get excited, and to me at least, that counts.  As writing.

It counts as long as my brain’s in gear, and my project's at the front of my mind.  And if I care about what I’m writing, I’m telling you, it’s there.

I’m not saying to let your outside shit seep in and get in the way of writing.  Definitely don't become a Facebook zombie.  I’m saying, let your writing hook its claws into your shit. 

Words are born from having a healthy blood flow to the brain, from being curious, engaged, making connections, and always being ready to grab them. 


#yolo

Calcium Spectral Lines
Potassium #badass
Strontium #whatisstrontium #alextrebek
Hydrogen #allday
Nitrogen #writingtime
Xenon