quilts and keats
Hello friends!
First, I'd like to welcome Becca, our newest member! It's great to have you on board!
It's almost September and Fall is upon us. Personally, I'm exciting for the cool air, visible breath, and ochre leaves. Cool air is inspiring. I say we get this site rolling again! I've been itching to write, full of ideas, and I've had no one fussin' at me for not putting them down! What's a lazy poet to do?
So, let's rally the troops, recruit a little, and write! Whaddya say?
I'm sitting here on my bed next to an embarrassingly clean Seamus Heaney book, a ratty Ted Hughes collection, and a thoroughly moldy and water-logged John Keats anthology. Despite my inclination towards pure poetry, I've really been mulling around song lyrics lately. And not your Bon Jovi/Bryan Adams melodramatic kinda crap, but simple, unassuming words-to-music material, like Bonnie Prince Billy or Sam Beam of Iron and Wine. Like Picasso with realism into cubism, I think these guys mastered poetry before moving on to music. They don't tell you their emotion, they just tell you. They use images, scenes. And yet it's so potent, they make you nostalgic for memories you don't have. It's mature, honest, and so much truer than emotive banter.
I say all this as a warning; it's likely that much of my writing-to-come will be lyrical and perhaps beat-motivated. We'll see.
I've already started recording some stuff, such as a snippet of a (lyrical-less) 2-part guitar duet I've been working on. Check it out here if you'd like. It's my first track layering, so don't be too harsh ;)
Nonetheless, I suggest an assignment. Since a writer should be reading more than writing, I say the first assignment in a long time should be one of the books: Read. Everyone read. Read whatever you find. And by September 7, next Thursday, everyone post their inspirational findings. Whatever it is; clippings from the City Paper are ligit, even graffiti. Certainly the likes of Wordsworth and Snyder are acceptable, but be open. Be inspired, think like a writer. It's something I've been trying to maintain (usually fruitlessly) for years.
And please, feel free to post random thoughts, poems, or words. I encourage this to be an open forum!
Best I have,
Charlie
First, I'd like to welcome Becca, our newest member! It's great to have you on board!
It's almost September and Fall is upon us. Personally, I'm exciting for the cool air, visible breath, and ochre leaves. Cool air is inspiring. I say we get this site rolling again! I've been itching to write, full of ideas, and I've had no one fussin' at me for not putting them down! What's a lazy poet to do?
So, let's rally the troops, recruit a little, and write! Whaddya say?
I'm sitting here on my bed next to an embarrassingly clean Seamus Heaney book, a ratty Ted Hughes collection, and a thoroughly moldy and water-logged John Keats anthology. Despite my inclination towards pure poetry, I've really been mulling around song lyrics lately. And not your Bon Jovi/Bryan Adams melodramatic kinda crap, but simple, unassuming words-to-music material, like Bonnie Prince Billy or Sam Beam of Iron and Wine. Like Picasso with realism into cubism, I think these guys mastered poetry before moving on to music. They don't tell you their emotion, they just tell you. They use images, scenes. And yet it's so potent, they make you nostalgic for memories you don't have. It's mature, honest, and so much truer than emotive banter.
I say all this as a warning; it's likely that much of my writing-to-come will be lyrical and perhaps beat-motivated. We'll see.
I've already started recording some stuff, such as a snippet of a (lyrical-less) 2-part guitar duet I've been working on. Check it out here if you'd like. It's my first track layering, so don't be too harsh ;)
Nonetheless, I suggest an assignment. Since a writer should be reading more than writing, I say the first assignment in a long time should be one of the books: Read. Everyone read. Read whatever you find. And by September 7, next Thursday, everyone post their inspirational findings. Whatever it is; clippings from the City Paper are ligit, even graffiti. Certainly the likes of Wordsworth and Snyder are acceptable, but be open. Be inspired, think like a writer. It's something I've been trying to maintain (usually fruitlessly) for years.
And please, feel free to post random thoughts, poems, or words. I encourage this to be an open forum!
Best I have,
Charlie
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