Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Graveyard of Anchors

I wrote this poem in spring of 2013 after visiting Dilek Peninsula National Park in Turkey. I was working in nearby Izmir at the time, and some of my work friends and I took a weekend trip to this gorgeous park jutting out into the Aegean Sea. We hiked along the peninsula and waded through the shallow waters of the Great Menderes Delta, where I came across this striking image: abandoned anchors sticking out of the sand. The following is a fixed form poem, a Shakespearean sonnet, about that intriguing image.


In shoal delta waters, fishing to quell
the drift, I heave my hook into its grave.
Sea grass sway below, ghosts stirred by each wave.
My anchor plummets down, hums like a knell.
As Hades’ viper pulls beauty to Hell,
forsaken anchors green tendrils enslave,
and barnacles grip the tombstones to stave
off the plunge, laid to rest under worn shell.
To retire here, sweet rocking side-to-side
with driftless wood and sunken glass I’d be
interred with debris, gypsies cast aside.
Divorced anchor tethers never bob for a quay;
for open waters and what may betide,
these algae-covered ropes point out to sea.

 






 




















first published in: Edge. Tahoe Writers Works. Vol. 10. Dec. 2016. Print.










Sunday, December 25, 2016

The Curious Creative: Week 12

 Writing Dialogue Through Redaction

This is the twelfth installment of The Curious Creative, weekly 10-minute writing exercises for busy individuals interested in exploring their creativity. For the complete rationale, click here

My Thoughts:

This week, we’ll play around with writing dialogue. This exercise relies on some of the rules playwrights use when writing plays. If you so choose, you can turn your exercise into a 10-minute play. If not, just have fun with dialogue as your medium for creative play, and leave it at that!

Probably the number one rule for playwrights writing dialogue is sparseness. Like poetry, each word and phrase must carry a lot of meaning. If Joseph Conrad were a playwright, he’d be awful at writing dialogue. The dialogues in his stories are very verbose and repetitive. In this exercise, you will take a ‘black pen’ to his overwritten dialogue to create a new scene with dialogue that is suggestive rather than overstated.

Your Turn!

  1. Below, you will find only the dialogue from the beginning of Joseph Conrad’s “The Tale.” Copy/paste the dialogue to a new word processing document.
  2. Delete as many words, phrases and even whole sentences as you can. As you cross out dialogue, try leaving behind just what is necessary to suggest who these people are and what is happening. If you don’t know the story, even better! You are free to create a new context and characterization. Have fun with it!
  3. Like in real life (and playwriting), leave behind incomplete sentences and have characters interrupt each other.
  4. For example, here is an excerpt of the original dialogue: 
WOMAN: Tell me something.

MAN:  What am I to tell you? 

WOMAN:  Why not tell me a tale?

MAN:  A tale! 

WOMAN:  Yes. Why not?

MAN:  Why not? 

WOMAN:  You used to tell--your--your simple and—and professional--tales very well at one time. Or well enough to interest me. You had a--a sort of art--in the days--the days before the war.

MAN:  Really? But now, you see, the war is going on.

WOMAN:  It could be a tale not of this world.

And here is a new scene I created by crossing out as much as I could:

 (Lights up on WOMAN and MAN, young lovers lounging around MAN’s bedroom after having sex. It is nighttime)

WOMAN
Tell me something.

MAN
What am I to tell you?

WOMAN
Why not tell me a tale? You used to tell tales very well.

MAN
Really?

WOMAN
It could be a tale not of this world.

  1. The original dialogue from he beginning of “The Tale” is below. Now it’s time to be trigger-happy and press delete as many times as you can! 
How did you do? Is the scene that remains suggestive of who Man and Woman are, and what their relationship is? Did you cut out 80% of the dialogue? Does it still make sense? Can you imagine actors using body language and facial expressions to carry the meaning home?

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Source: my.ilstu.edu/~lsorr/Playwriting%20Dialogue%20Rules.doc


WOMAN: Tell me something.

MAN:  What am I to tell you? 

WOMAN:  Why not tell me a tale?

MAN:  A tale! 

WOMAN:  Yes. Why not?

MAN:  Why not? 

WOMAN:  You used to tell--your--your simple and—and professional--tales very well at one time. Or well enough to interest me. You had a--a sort of art--in the days--the days before the war.

MAN:  Really? But now, you see, the war is going on.

WOMAN:  It could be a tale not of this world.

MAN:  You want a tale of the other, the better world? You must evoke for that task those who have already gone there.

WOMAN:  No. I don't mean that. I mean another--some other--world. In the universe--not in heaven.

MAN: I am relieved. But you forget that I have only five days' leave.

WOMAN:  Yes. And I've also taken a five days' leave from--from my duties.

MAN:  I like that word.

WOMAN:  What word?

MAN:  Duty.

WOMAN:  It is horrible--sometimes.

MAN:  Oh, that's because you think it's narrow. But it isn't. It contains infinities, and--and so------

WOMAN:  What is this jargon?

MAN: An infinity of absolution, for instance. But as to this another world'--who's going to look for it and for the tale that is in it?

WOMAN:  You.

MAN:  As you will. In that world, then, there was once upon a time a
Commanding Officer and a Northman. Put in the capitals, please, because they had no other names. It was a world of seas and continents and islands------

WOMAN:  Like the earth.

MAN:  Yes. What else could you expect from sending a man made of our common, tormented clay on a voyage of discovery? What else could he find? What else could you understand or care for, or feel the existence of even? There was comedy in it, and slaughter.

WOMAN:  Always like the earth.

MAN: Always. And since I could find in the universe only what was deeply rooted in the fibres of my being there was love in it, too. But we won't talk of that.

WOMAN:  No. We won't. (pause) It's going to be a comic story.

MAN:  Well------ Yes. In a way. In a very grim way. It will be human, and, as you know, comedy is but a matter of the visual angle. And it won't be a noisy story. All the long guns in it will be dumb—as dumb as so many telescopes.

WOMAN:  Ah, there are guns in it, then! And may I ask--where?

MAN:  Afloat. You remember that the world of which we speak had its seas. A war was going on in it. It was a funny world and terribly in earnest. Its war was being carried on over the land, over the water, under the water, up in the air, and even under the ground. And many young men in it, mostly in wardrooms and mess-rooms, used to say to each other--pardon the unparliamentary word--they used to say, 'It's a damned bad war, but it's better than no war at all.' Sounds flippant, doesn't it. And yet there is more in it than meets the eye. I mean more wisdom. Flippancy, like comedy, is but a matter of visual first impression. That world was not very wise. But there was in it a certain amount of common working sagacity. That, however, was mostly worked by the neutrals in diverse ways, public and private, which had to be watched, watched by acute minds and also by actual sharp eyes. They had to be very sharp indeed, too, I assure you.

WOMAN:  I can imagine.

MAN:  What is there that you can't imagine? You have the world in you. But let us go back to our commanding officer, who, of course, commanded a ship of a sort. My tales if often professional (as you remarked just now) have never been technical. So I'll just tell you that the ship was of a very ornamental sort once, with lots of grace and elegance and luxury about her. Yes, once! She was like a pretty woman who had suddenly put on a suit of sackcloth and stuck revolvers in her belt. But she floated lightly, she moved nimbly, she was quite good enough.

WOMAN:  That was the opinion of the commanding officer? 

MAN:  It was. He used to be sent out with her along certain coasts to see--what he could see. Just that. And sometimes he had some preliminary information to help him, and sometimes he had not. And it was all one, really. It was about as useful as information trying to convey the locality and intentions of a cloud, of a phantom taking shape here and there and impossible to seize, would have been. It was in the early days of the war. What at first used to amaze the commanding officer was the unchanged face of the waters, with its familiar expression, neither more friendly nor more hostile. On fine days the sun strikes sparks upon the blue; here and there a peaceful smudge of smoke hangs in the distance, and it is impossible to believe that the familiar clear horizon traces the limit of one great circular ambush. Yes, it is impossible to believe, till some day you see a ship not your own ship (that isn't so impressive), but some ship in company, blow up all of a sudden and plop under almost before you know what has happened to her. Then you begin to believe. Henceforth you go out for the work to see--what you can see, and you keep on at it with the conviction that some day you will die from something you have not seen. One envies the soldiers at the end of the day, wiping the sweat and blood from their faces, counting the dead fallen to their hands, looking at the devastated fields, the torn earth that seems to suffer and bleed with them. One does, really. The final brutality of it--the taste of primitive passion--the ferocious frankness of the blow struck with one's hand--the direct call and the straight response. Well, the sea gave you nothing of that, and seemed to pretend that there was nothing the matter with the world.

WOMAN:  Oh, yes. Sincerity--frankness--passion--three words of your gospel. Don't I know them!

MAN:  Think! Isn't it ours--believed in common? Such were the feelings of the commanding officer. When the night came trailing over the sea, hiding what looked like the hypocrisy of an old friend, it was a relief. The night blinds you frankly--and there are circumstances when the sunlight may grow as odious to one as falsehood itself. Night is all right. At night the commanding officer could let his thoughts get away—I won't tell you where. Somewhere where there was no choice but between truth and death. But thick weather, though it blinded one, brought no such relief. Mist is deceitful, the dead luminosity of the fog is irritating. It seems that you _ought_ to see. One gloomy, nasty day the ship was steaming along…



Monday, December 12, 2016

The Curious Creative: Week 11

Cooking Up Details

This is the eleventh installment of The Curious Creative, weekly 10-minute writing exercises for busy individuals interested in exploring their creativity. For the complete rationale, click here

My Thoughts:

Natalie Goldberg, in her classic book of advice for writers, Writing Down the Bones, wrote that “life is so rich, if you can write down the real details of the way things were and are, you hardly need anything else.”

Good writers are excellent observers. With their eyes, their ears, their taste buds, their noses, good writers pay attention to the details around them. For this week’s exercise, you will practice noticing details while doing an everyday task- cooking.

Your Turn!

  1. Pick a meal this week where you have an extra 10 minutes to spare while you prepare it. Don’t pick an extravagant meal, or even a new recipe to conquer. Just pick a time when you need to cook an everyday meal for yourself or your family on an ordinary day. Before you begin, put a piece of paper and pen on the counter next to you.
  1. Begin preparing the meal, but follow this rule as you go: Every time you touch something new, for example, take a tomato out of the fridge, pause to observe it through any of your senses. Write down a word or phrase about something you noticed. It can be how it looks, feels in your hand, smells, etc. Continue preparing the meal this way until you are finished.
  1. When you are ready to eat, sit down with your food and read your list of observations. 
Did the process awaken your senses? Did you feel more aware, centered, or present as you cooked? Did you unearth any beautiful or interesting details while doing something so ordinary?

  1. If you want to take this writing exercise further, reorganize your observations into a poem, or choose the most interesting detail as a prompt from which to begin writing a story.

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The Curious Creative: Week 10

What We Take With Us

This is the tenth installment of The Curious Creative, weekly 10-minute writing exercises for busy individuals interested in exploring their creativity. For the complete rationale, click here

My Thoughts:

What we literally carry around with us in our everyday bags can offer a lot of insight into who we are. In this exercise, we will move back a few steps to gain perspective on our own lives and characters by looking at what we literally carry around with us in our pocketbooks, backpacks, diaper bags, briefcases, etc.

Your Turn!
1.    Empty out all the contents from your bag onto a clean surface. Every little thing. Empty even your wallet of everything: business cards, receipts, ATM cards, etc.
2.   Spread them out and step back. Imagine these items belong to someone else.  Look at everything as if you are an anthropologist in search of clues about your character and your life. Try not to judge, just notice. What do these items tell you about this individual?
3.   Pick an item that most surprises you.
4.   Begin writing to explore that item. Try using the following sentence-starter to begin: It didn’t mean anything to me anymore, but there it was anyway, _________, accompanying me wherever I went.

Did you choose a very telling item to write about? Did a seemingly mundane everyday thing yield some interesting insights about character?

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This exercise was inspired by:
Smith, Michael C. and Greenberg, Suzanne. “The Backpack.” Everyday Creative Writing: Panning for Gold in the Kitchen Sink, 2nd ed., NTC Publishing Group, p. 105-7.