Well, it’s been some time since I’ve visited this all-but-defunct blog, despite gentle encouragement from C.C. However, I was inspired to add a new page because of my excitement leading up to the launch of Deadly Beautiful on November 5th. And in particular the poem I found on the ISBN website, where the wordstorm of common terms produced almost exclusively animals. (It’s formatting disappeared in cut and paste, so I have attempted to link with the original page instead.) I once read a David Lodge literary satire in which a novelist acquired a bad case of writer’s block when it was pointed out that the most frequently used term in his work was the word ‘greasy’. Glad I escaped a similar fate.
Every so often someone requesting a single poem trips some internal switch and I end up writing more. It happened with ‘hope’ and the poems for 6B. Most recently, the requester and I engaged in a high risk venture: for her part asking for a haiku on the topic of ‘first impressions of me’; and for my part – writing not just the haiku, but a limerick and short lyric in order to capture the range of my responses. So many ‘first impressions’ in a 15 minute meeting. Lucky they were favourable (otherwise I might have had to restrict myself to a cryptic haiku). And lucky, too, our meeting wasn’t any longer, or I’d have ended up writing a whole verse novel! Now, I’m interested to hear her responses to the poems . . . and yours, also. See Carbon Project poems numbers 31, 32, 33.
A very patient person has been waiting some weeks for poem number 17. The topic was visionary – a caring and inclusive community. My challenge was to evoke such a place by bringing the abstract down to particular earth, lest I sound like a pamphleteer or propagandist rather than a poet. It’s been worth the struggle, and I’m glad because this ‘Carbon Project’ poem is a hybrid that also fits nicely into the Ghost Town theme.
. . . nonetheless I stagger on! Given the topic request ‘running away to the country’ I was struck by how often people have that particular dream – and began wondering about who does – and who does not – go. Then my reflections meandered off on the theme of other lifelong hopes and in response I conjured ‘The Spell’. Tell me your thoughts, my mariners afloat with me on this wine-dark sea. (It’s number 21 so you’ll have to scroll for the scroll!)
who wouldn’t be when asked to pen a poem on hope? Still, hoping for the best, I’ve penned three haiku on the topic.
I started to think it was just me, and that the algorithm of my personal energy was perniciously hacked into my computer system: both offline. Then I remembered Jung and the revenge of the inaminate when he stayed away from Bollingen too long. Meanwhile, there are small signs of returning life, and creatures are featuring in two of the latest three Carbon Project Poems.
That damn belle dame Time has been having her way with me of late. Too many calls on my consciousness temporarilly killed the poetic connection. Involuntary offline at home makes for a matched set in Ah-El – ‘Gone dark’ in all domains. On a recovery mission to complete as many unfinished tasks as possible. I contemplate Lao Tzu: ‘Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished’. Apologies to those awaiting poems.