Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Monday, October 19, 2015

Last Day to Sign up for Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms in San Diego

Homage, Hess Collection, Leopold Maler
photo by Robyn Beattie
Get your creative fires burning! With me...and other writers...I'll be teaching in person tomorrow at San Diego Writers, Ink; our class is forming up nicely, so join us if you can between 10-2. 

Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms, In Person at San Diego Writers, Ink

10 a.m. - 2 p.m.
Tuesday October 20, 2015
$60 members, $72 non-members

Do you haiku? Ever written a haibun, aubade, or villanelle? Want to try your hand at a sestina or a sonnet? During this one-day workshop we will fearlessly and playfully write our way towards working drafts of as many of the forms as we can.

We’ll start with the deceptively simple but evocative gem of haiku. Then we’ll breathe into the slightly pithier prose lead required of the haibun with its haiku chaser. Next up: dawn songs (otherwise known as aubades) for a love lost or left at sunrise. And then, hearts astir, we turn to the gift of intricate form and the unusual word choices form often invites. We will draft sestinas, sonnets and villanelles.

To sign up and read rest of course description visit Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms


Photo by Jamie Clifford
Interview Live

Also newly posted is an interview conducted by Casey Cromwell, SDWI, in which we discuss the power of writing groups, "female to female inquiry," and a bit more about my first poetry collection, November Butterfly. Here's an excerpt on journal writing:


I set aside time to fringe pages of past journals with post-its (mostly I use long strips of paper, bookmark size) I’ve labeled with a word or image at the top of each passage I want to revise towards a poem or blogpost. Because I’m also an artist, I use colored pencils to circle phrases or words. I think just like we get “blank page” anxiety, we can get “revising page” anxiety…so many words to re-arrange and winnow! A little color keeps it playful. 



New Poetry Prompts for November Butterfly 

This month I went back to my project of creating writing prompts based on the poems in November Butterfly. Here are prompts 12 and 13: 


Mordred's Dream


Related Links:

Photo at top of post by Robyn Beattie.

Link to website for Leopold Maler.


Friday, October 9, 2015

The Sands of Time, A Poetry Workshop, and A Permission Slip Movie for Mother

Sands of Time photo Robyn Beattie
Oh the sands of time!

Just when I feel squeezed of breath and hours, here comes an external image to capture how I’m feeling internally… this week Urgent Care for a child pulling a muscle using resistance bands during his early morning workout. The resultant right-side excruciating 24-hour pain mimicked appendicitis…so off we went to sit behind our thin blue shroud pulled shut on its curved ceiling track where the predicaments of the more seriously injured float through to us even as we cringe and try not to hear.

While we wait for his chest x-ray, my son takes selfies in his Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum hospital smock. And there go the hours slated for writing and teaching. What can we do, my son and I—he, but to make art of his “self” and me to peruse email, finding inspiration in the images my poetry movie collaborator Robyn continually sends to my inbox, reminder of the precious and timeless field of collaborative delight we share.

I have a backlog of images from Robyn for our latest movie for The Three Oranges (from the poem in November Butterfly). All the images have been plunked along a timeline to music and voice recordings; I just have to figure out how to get each image to stop zooming in and zooming out in the new software I’m learning how to use. I’ll post a link when the movie goes live.

Poetry Tour of the Forms

Here’s a Haiku Mobile I made last Father’s Day (for my father). I think of it as a physical premonition to the beautiful Feral Haiku Chandelier we assembled at Ghost Ranch on retreat at A Room of Her Own Foundation. Come out and write your own Haiku with me this month at San Diego Writers, Ink! Pass it on to all of your San Diego friends with day hours to spare!

Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms, In Person at San Diego Writers, Ink

Four-hour workshop: a poetry fest!

10 a.m. - 2 p.m.
Tuesday October 20, 2015
$60 members, $72 non-members

Do you haiku? Ever written a haibun, aubade, or villanelle? Want to try your hand at a sestina or a sonnet? During this one-day workshop we will fearlessly and playfully write our way towards working drafts of as many of the forms as we can.

We’ll start with the deceptively simple but evocative gem of haiku. Then we’ll breathe into the slightly pithier prose lead required of the haibun with its haiku chaser. Next up: dawn songs (otherwise known as aubades) for a love lost or left at sunrise. And then, hearts astir, we turn to the gift of intricate form and the unusual word choices form often invites. We will draft sestinas, sonnets and villanelles.

To sign up and read rest of course description visit Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms


Photo by Robyn Beattie
Motherhood and Art: Uneasy Bedfellows: A Guest Post by Tina Pocha

Also up this month at Mother Writer Mentor, a beautiful post by Tina Pocha (I met her at Ghost Ranch this summer) about the and/or dilemmas of motherhood when mothers are also artists and/or writers. Can we do both? All three? How? Pocha muses:


I had hit the limits of my imagination, the boundaries of my fear. I didn’t know how to raise children and still grow me. I didn’t know how to serve their needs and mine. I didn’t know how to be everything I wanted to be.

As part of considering her dilemma, Pocha introduces us to an Italian poet/sculptor Mirella Bentivoglio. In an interview at Literary Mama Pocha selected for us to reference, I see mirrored back a part of my own journey as co-founding blogger at Mother Writer Mentor. Interviewer Toti O'Brien writes, “Since she [Bentivoglio] continually promoted other artists, mainly women, she didn’t feel confined in a lonely, private struggle.” That sums up how it feels to be part of Mother Writer Mentor. I love engaging and learning from the mothers writing and sharing there. Thank you Tina! Read the rest of Pocha's post here: Motherhood and Art: Uneasy Bedfellows

Photo by Robyn Beattie

My Geppetto: Fairytale Review Finalist

One of this year’s new poems, “My Gepetto” was a finalist for the Fairytale Review’s 2015 Awards in Poetry and Prose; I’m honored, and motivated by the gesture--I’ll be writing a new crop of poems, and of course, submitting again. I hope you’ll send The Fairytale Review your best fairytale work next year as well. Good luck!



The Permission Slip Movie: Curator’s Choice Finalist at Doublebunny Press

Last spring I took part in supplying footage for a movie one of my favorite artist/writer mother colleagues, Suzi Banks Baum (of Laundry Line Divine), put together with Lynette Lucy Najimy about what it takes for mothers to get to their creative work. When asking us to take part in this project, Baum wrote:
I hear from so many women that they feel “their feet are nailed to the floor.” They cannot picture what it would look like for them to step away from the dishes, the television, and the two and a half jobs and find fifteen minutes behind a closed door to write or think or sit in the dark, alone.
Out of hours of footage, Baum and Najimy created this six-minute video you may enjoy if you too are a feral mom trying to get her to work as I have been for years. Baum prefaces the video on Vimeo with these questions:
Do you find yourself composing poetry while folding laundry? Have you been putting off writing until your kids are off to college?Out of the Mouths of Babes is a circle of creative women who express from inside motherhood. This small movie may be the permission slip that gets you started.

Here’s a link to the video, which was a Curator’s Choice Finalist at the Rabbit Heart Poetry Film Festival hosted by Doublebunny Press, on Vimeo: The Permission Slip
Screening of November Butterfly Poetry Movies

My poetry movie collaborator Robyn Beattie will be presenting a film screening of five of our poetry movies as part of the Guerneville Library Fall Art Show that opens Friday, October 2 at 3 p.m. Robyn will be screening our poetry movies from 6:30-7:30 p.m. on Wednesday, October 14. Robyn will read the poems, show the movies, and discuss her images.

List of Movies:

She Dressed in a Hurry, Lady Di
Amelia
Mordred’s Dream
Thumbeline
The Corridor, Guinevere to her Mother


And, in case you teach poetry or write, here are links to poetry prompts I wrote based on the poems and the movie imagery:



Friday, June 19, 2015

June Gloom and the Letter Z: Poetry Tour of the Forms Class

Stop looking for God in the sky; let’s find him on Earth. On the Tower Arcanum, from The Way of Tarot: The Spiritual Teacher in the Cards, Alejandro Jodorowsky with Marianne Costa

To counter the overcast “June Gloom” we wake to in summer on Coronado Island, here’s a red table from a darling coffee shop, Yo El Rey Roasting, that I visited in Calistoga this winter. I love the embedded typewriter keys in the table and the fact that the coffee shop doubles as an art gallery/literary venue. In the window was a copy of Michelle Wing’s Body on the Wall, and all across the base of the front counter, a chalkboard covered in words…words…words…

In the early morning February fog, I sipped coffee with my poet friend Lisa Rizzo, our writing notebooks closed in front of us. Often separated by miles, we agreed we could just revel in one another’s company and save the morning writing for another time. 

Photo by Robyn Beattie
Today finds Lisa writing in a blue-tiled room in Sorrento and Naples, blogging and posting photographs at Poet Teacher Seeks World. I’m raising my home brewed coffee to you Lisa, and to the letter “Z.” Write me a poem from Sorrento using the letter “z”, and I’ll write you one from here!

In celebration of fogginess, or at least its’ enchanting pewter hue, here’s a photo of a bull nestled in my wedding veil by my poetry movie collaborator Robyn Beattie. 

The moment I saw the bull I wanted to write a fairytale for him. But it’s been done: I’m thinking of "The Brown Bull of Norrowa," starring a princess (tossing her three glass balls into the sky) and a snorting bull (uprooter of trees); I first found the tale in The Tapestry Room, A Child's Romance by Mrs. Mary Louisa Molesworth (1839-1921) and illustrated by Walter Crane (1845-1915); published London: Macmillan and Co., 1893. 

There’s a night ride for which the princess is a willing captive on the back of the bull and a lonely Tower toward which they ride that houses riddle of bull’s past. 

Illustration by Walter Crane
Here’s an illustration by Walter Crane from my pale blue volume (all the way from England, gift from my Aunt) which sits on the top shelf of my roll top desk. I’m living with the bull…listening…he’s in the dreamfield…making his way towards inevitable poem or tale or translation.

The Tarot Tower

In synchronicity, for the Wheel of Archetypal Selves Tarot class I’m teaching, we are in Tower week, living our way to an understanding of the Tower card. For me that means writing some Haiku, blogging at Tarot for Two with Mary, and comparing Deck interpretations as I did earlier this month with the Temperance card. I love this line by Eden Grey from A Complete Guide to the Tarot: As we learn to transfer the Life force from the imagination (moon) to the activity of the conscious (sun), the will is developed and the imagination purified so that in pouring from the silver cup to the golden one we lose nothing. You’ll remember that this card features a guardian angel dipping her toe into a river, two cups in her hands between which stream an elixer. I began to think of the cups as the hearts of two lovers, the elixer a form of love:
Illustration by Walter Crane

Angel wields two cups
Ash blue elixer between
My chalice: my heart.

Lover then, you form
The second cup, Art’s angel
Brutal, winged, firm, kind.

Cupless my two hands—
All I’ve done or craved blessed by
Silver mobius.

Guardian witness.
Seer, keeper of secrets
My turn to translate.

Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms

If you are looking for the kinship of writing and translating your experiences in poetry with others, join me for six weeks of sheer poetry play. We will try our hand at haiku, haibun, sonnets, sestinas, and more in person at San Diego Writers, Ink, located in what I think of as one of San Diego’s best kept “secret gardens” of art and chocolate…during Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms we will be writing upstairs around the corner from Chi Chocolat and Con Pane Rustic Breads and Café and all manner of art studios and shops (including Moment Bicycles sure to please triathletes like my husband). Poetry class runs from six Thursdays starting already this coming Thursday, June 25 ($180 SDWI members, $216 non-members). We meet from 10-12 noon in Inspirations Gallery in Liberty Station. Sign up here: Poetry Play: A Tour of the Forms; for further links and a full description, visit my website.

Story Circle Network Reviews November Butterfly

My gratitude goes to Susan Schoch at Story Circle Network for this latest review of my poetry collection November Butterfly:

If there is truth to Pryputniewicz's voice, and I believe there is, it is in her search for the beauty to be found in dark places. Certainly her title poem reflects that, as she takes "...a butterfly with a frayed / wing pinned living / to the windshield" and makes the gesture of liberating that wounded yet vibrant creature. It is a liberation of all our wounded selves and our sorrows.--Susan Schoch



To read other reviews and for information about how to order November Butterfly visit my website