“The poem finds me. I know it’s a poem when I hear it. I say the lines, and when the saying is right, I write down the lines. Almost always, the poem’s opening comes to me first. Sometimes I must write a bit before I get to the opening, before it reveals itself to me. I know it’s a poem when I connect with the opening lines.
At that point I have no real notion of where the poem is headed. I don’t know how it will end. I don’t want to know. I want the closing to be what is needed for the work, and not what I want from the closing.”
From “Letting Poetry, Prose & Conversation Flow” by Michelle Elvy with Sam Rasnake on Awkward Paper Cut
i had to share this bit of Sam’s process because, omigosh!, it’s exactly how I work and feel about writing, as well, which makes me think maybe my creative process is actually creative, after all. Sometimes I doubt myself. But I don’t doubt Sam Rasnake’s creativity. Read some of his work here.
Also, in the same issue, I listened to the video poem “Under a Manmade Sun” by R.W. Perkins. I just loved this poem because it’s the story of a generation, mine!, and so lyrical and cool and it’s just…..my teenage growing up in rural America life.
“From the days of dirt roads and analog, home-made Christmas cards and rabbit ears, from scratching, popping vinyl boys and girls, how did we become a digital age….”
Love those lines in the beginning and on it goes, taking you on a ride in that hot red Camaro, listening to The Doobie Brothers on AM radio and (maybe) toking a little doobie along the way to the now of the future. Not since I read Carrie Jerrel’s “Big Daddy” has a poem grabbed my gut in such a big way. I just can’t stop listening to it – just the same with Carrie’s poem. I go back and read it over and over.
I spent a good portion of Labor Day reading – what a treat it was as it was done in a leisurely, coffee and tea drinking on the patio then sofa then bed kinda way instead of my usual hit and run style of web reading. Other work I read (and you should too) and really loved:
“Potato Protocols for the Aliens’ Arrival” by K. Bischoping on Exquisite Corpse
“Ignominious bubble and pop” by Ellen Wade Beals on Olentangy Review
“Howl” by James Lloyd Davis
And now I must, MUST!, put down the laptop and go to bed…….to sleep, not read. TO SLEEP, NOT READ, CHARLOTTE!