Archive for October, 2010

October 29, 2010

Adventures in Self-Publishing

I’ve learned a lot in the past week and a half.

As you know, I’m preparing my manuscript Blameless Mouth for publication through Lulu. However, what you may not know is that I’ve been dancing around this idea for a long while. I’ve been asking myself: Should I do it? Do I have time to promote it? Will anyone buy it? Can I ready the manuscript? These questions were dogging me, because there are no answers for these questions.

Finally, over a month ago, I decided to just go for it. I began editing my manuscript and getting it ready to put in the template. This was nothing new. I’ve edited this manuscript more times than I can count. What’s different is that I took that next step.

I am now in a new world, as  a writer and creator. I am now fully out of the editing process and into the publication process. I’ve never formally self-published any book and it’s complex and scary. But, like I said, I’m learning a lot. And I’d like to share those lessons with you.

Lesson #1: Brag About Yourself

Did you know that when you publish a book, you have to write about yourself in the third person? It’s true…and completely awkward. I wrote a bio for myself, which I’ve added to my new About page. That was difficult, but certainly not insurmountable.

Then, I had to write a blurb about the book, for the back cover. This was again, not insurmountable, but incredibly challenging. I’ve spent years on this manuscript. It’s the most significant piece of writing I’ve ever created. And yet, I could not distill this book down into four or five persuasive sentences without feeling like a complete phony. I am not quite ready to unveil the blurb yet, because I want to show it to a friend who’s reading my manuscript now. But, the rough draft is there.

Lesson #2: You Need Other People’s Help

It was also recommended to me from several folks that I get a few blurbs for the back cover. I really dragged my feet on this at first, because this involves asking for favors or God forbid help from people. I am not good at either.

During one of my 5 AM creative times I realized that I am not asking on behalf of myself, I am asking on behalf of my work. Certainly, my poetry deserves the effort and potential rejection, if I’m going to all the time and expense of self-publishing it. What I have learned, of course, is that people are generous and are willing to review my work.

Lesson #3: Cultivate Patience

Also, I’ve learned that self-publishing involves a lot of waiting. I am not a patient person, so this has been challenging. Apparently, there are a lot of technical steps throughout the publishing process. Without a formal publishing company to work with, I have to do this work myself. I don’t mind, but I didn’t expect that it would take time.

I discovered early on in my research that Lulu provides an ISBN to your book, if you buy their Global Distribution package. But, the ISBN lists them as the publisher. I have nothing against Lulu per se, but I was a little disappointed when I learned this. Luckily, thanks to awesome Twitter advice, I learned that you can buy your own ISBN, which I bought this morning. (Goal achieved!)

The ISBN form asks for a Library of Congress Catalog Number. It’s not required, but I thought that I should have one. So, I filled out the first step of the form this morning. And I learned that I’ll have to wait up to a week to get this part of the application approved, before I can request the LCCN.

The cool part about applying for all these acronyms (ISBN, LCCN) is that I had to name my publishing company. Today, Everything Feeds Process Press was born. That made me feel good.

That’s where I am now. I am waiting for friends and acquaintances to review my work and potentially provide blurbs for me. I’m waiting for my LCCN application to get approved. My manuscript can’t become a book until all those things happen, so I wait.

It’s exciting and I feel like I’m just going to bubble over with energy. But it’s also nerve-wracking. A big part of me just wants this book out in the world. But now, I have some time to prepare some posts about the book and my writing process, record some poems for audio or video poems, and build a Facebook product page. These are the benefits of waiting to go through the process correctly.

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Despite (or perhaps because) of all this learning, I am really enjoying this self-publication process. I have something to look forward to during my morning creative time. Each time I check another item off of my to do list, I feel like I’m building towards an end result: a finished, published book. I guess I can wait  a few more weeks for all of it to come together.

October 27, 2010

Interview with Poet Jack Hayes

If you’ve already read my review of The Spring Ghazals by Jack Hayes, then you know that I really admire this book.  So, as an added bonus, I was able to ask John a few of the questions that I had around his creative process and his work.

From what I’ve read on your blog, The Spring Ghazals has a really interesting back story. Can you explain your inspiration for the book and why you chose to write it?

First, I want to say thanks, Jessica, for making the time & space to present this interview to your readers—much appreciated!

The inspiration for the book came from emotional pain, frankly—an old pain that dates back to the 1980s; an old love affair that I never got over, one that ended badly & abruptly & with a lot of unanswered questions.  The woman & I went on to lead very different lives, & were never in touch from the late 1980s until she contacted me by email in 2008.  In ’08, I’d not written poetry for about 12 years, but shortly after she contacted me, I began writing what would become the “Kitchen Poems” section of the book.

Sadly, the friendship that I hoped would develop didn’t work out, & once again, almost exactly 21 years after the first rift, there was a second one—again, abrupt & harsh & with a lot of unanswered questions.  I was devastated & I felt distinctly “unstuck in time.”  It was as if I was simultaneously living in 1987 & 2008 & at various points in between.  Also, being in touch with this woman started me thinking about other people I’d known in my “past lives,” people with whom I’d lost contact for various reasons, & I began to really experience regret about this perceived gulf between my current life & my past.  In the “every cloud must have a silver lining” department, I’ve since been able to contact many old friends & rebuild these relationships.

Why I chose to write the book?  Thru much of the process the only choice was whether to keep going or not—I felt compelled to do most of the writing in the book.  Not long after this second rift, I ended up in therapy, & my therapist told me that I would need to “create my way thru” the depression.  The Spring Ghazals ultimately was an attempt to do this & an attempt to communicate feelings & experiences that seemed almost overwhelming at the time.

Those who are curious can find a bit more of the “back story” on my dedicated Spring Ghazals blog here.

What is your favorite poem in the book and can you please describe the story behind this poem?

This is a challenging question!  For one thing, I tend to see the Ghazals, Helix & Grace sections as each being a unit more than individual poems.  But perhaps a good poem to discuss would be the ghazal entitled “What Can We Talk About That Will Take All Night” (the title is a quote from Kenneth Patchen, a favorite poet of mine.)  This poem looks back not only to the relationship from the 1980s that briefly returned as friendship in 08, but also to an earlier love/friendship in the late 70s—a situation that in many ways resonated with the later relationship—many of the same issues gave both relationships an amazing vitality & also made them extraordinarily complicated.

So this poem essentially exists in three time periods: Burlington, VT 1978; Charlottesville, VA 1987; & Indian Valley, ID 2009.  The poem is also characteristic of the book as a whole because it contains some of the motifs & images that recur throughout—the book contains many repeated images.  In this case, the “skybluepink porcelain/Blessed Virgin,” red rose blossom on a white/pergola,” & the mandocello’s low/C-string tremolo” all connect the poem to other moments in the collection.  Also, the poem’s conclusion: “the echo of unsaid words” not only encapsulates (I think) something that’s consistently true about regret, but also encapsulates a lot of the book’s raison d’être—the book itself is “the echo of unsaid words.”

When reading the book, I was given a sense that I was peeking into a very specific emotional time for the narrator, even though the poems seem to span many calendar years. Did this make it difficult to create an order of poems for the book?

Yes, the book is mostly concerned with events, both physical & emotional, that took place in 1986-87 & 2008-09—how those events resonated with each other.  But as mentioned in the previous question, the poems also branch out into other losses I’ve experienced in my life—not lost loves & friendships, but also to the loss of my father who died in 2005 after suffering from Parkinson’s Disease.  As far as the order goes, the sections were almost all written as discrete entities in discrete periods of time: the “Kitchen Poems” were written in late spring/early summer of 08; the ghazals in the spring of 09, & the Helix & Grace poems in the winter of 2010.  The “Cloudland” section is an exception—some of those prose poems were written as posts on my Robert Frost’s Banjo blog in the late summer of 08, while a few were added in January & February 2010.

Why did I order the poems as I did?  It’s true that some of the “Kitchen Poems” are a sort of major chord contrasting with the overall minor chord feel of the book.  I believe if I’d placed these first in the book it would have created a narrative arc along the lines of “first I was happy, then I was sad.”  & that seems to me not only too tidy, but also false to my experience.  All in all, I’d say the order seemed pretty clear—the Ghazals, Helix poems & Grace poems all appear in the order they were written, because I see them as all incremental.

One of the major elements of this book is the amount of things (objects, flora and fauna, food, etc.) that you reference in the poems. What inspired you to include these specific details?

Interesting!  It’s probably my lifelong mental skirmish with WC Williams & his “no ideas but in things” dictum!  But seriously, I’ve always used observed objects & landscapes to ground my poems.  As far as the food poems go, my old friend is quite involved in the “foodie” world, so there was a bit of an “in-joke” there when I began the “Kitchen Poems,” which she actively read & much to my delight, seemed to admire.  As far as the many objects go: they all have personal associations, & as you mentioned to me on Twitter, they are each in themselves invocations of a sort—invoking them both takes me back to another time & place & also underlines the fact that I can’t physically access that other time—despite the apparent physicality of “object memory.”  I suppose the floral & fauna work in much the same way, tho these often are invocations of the present time—I live in a very rural area, & invoking these things “brings me back” to my current time & place—tho there’s also a bit of alienation too, because there’s a tension between past & present.  & despite the pastoral background—which I do find beautiful—there’s also a tension there because my past involved town & city life to which I’m probably more temperamentally suited.  As Frank O’Hara wrote, “I can’t even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there’s a subway handy….” I don’t go that far, but I do acknowledge an uncomfortable isolation in rural life.

Another intriguing element in this book is your use of received and created forms. Clearly you use the ghazal form, but you also use a created form in the Helix poem. What was your process behind using these forms?

The ghazals were much inspired by Adrienne Rich’s ghazals, both her sequence “Homage to Ghalib” & especially her “Blue Ghazals.”  Sadly, these are now out-of-print.  I’d been aware of the form for some time & despite being a poet who likes to tinker with forms, I’d never turned my hand to it before.  The couplet form intrigued me—for one thing, I haven’t tended to write much in couplets, so there was a newness there.  Obviously, the fact that ghazals traditionally deal with lost love was a major factor in using the form.  & of course, I should say that beyond the couplet form & the themes, these ghazals stray far from the traditional form—there’s no set pattern of repetition (tho there is quite a bit of more random repetition) & no rhyme.

The Helix poems—I wrote the first two in late January, & I was originally thinking of a sort of classic Japanese poem except transplanted very much in late 20th century/early 21st century U.S. soil.  I’d re-read Basho’s Road to the Deep North last winter.  It wasn’t until the second poem in the sequence that I came up with the name “Helix.”  I do see them as a sort of spiral of objects & recollection, & the thought of intertwining strands certainly made sense to me in terms of the book’s themes.

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If you want to learn more about The Spring Ghazals, check out the book’s dedicated blog or simply buy it on Lulu!

October 26, 2010

A Picture Without a Poem

For the third week in the Street Photography Now Project, our instruction came from photographer Nils Jorgensen, who said, “Take a bus. Do weekly shopping. Pop into a public loo.” This is the week I began to struggle with street photography.

I’ve taken pictures on the bus before, so that wasn’t a problem necessarily. For some reason, taking pictures while I was shopping, which I have also done before, started to feel a little predatory. I felt like a stalker of strangers. See, all the discussions at the Flickr group have been emphasizing the importance of candid shots of people within street photography. So, I tried very hard to take shots of people, while they were shopping or while they were working at the grocery store. I felt like I was taking advantage of these strangers, using them. I was too shy or too ashamed to get close enough to take good pictures. I didn’t dare taking pictures in the public bathrooms, because that definitely would have gone too far for me.

My cameras don’t have very good zoom lenses, so I was stuck with wide shots of people going about their daily lives on the bus and the store. I only took 3 shots that I felt were even close to good. Still, I didn’t feel connected  at all to any of them. After an informal Facebook/Twitter poll, I chose to post the above photo.
Even now, I am struggling with writing a poem about this woman. It may come to me some day, but I am not feeling it today.

Since we’re well into Week 4 of the Street Photography Now project, I felt that I better post this picture and try to move on. Maybe a poem will come to me later in the year.

October 24, 2010

Review: Spring Ghazals by Jack Hayes

The Spring Ghazals by poet and musician Jack Hayes, is a meditation on loss, memory and time.  Throughout the poems, Hayes conjures a world filled with well-worn beauty. The details of this beauty, from the color of spring wildflowers to the taste of familiar foods, contrast with the melancholy that is at the root of many of his poems. These specific, evocative details are the greatest strength of this volume of poetry. As a reader, I was inspired by the precision of his details, especially as they helped me to create an emotional (as well as physical) landscape.

The book is broken into four movements: Spring Ghazals, Kitchen Poems, Helix Poems and Cloudland. Each movement presents a different perspective on either the past affair that inspired the book or the narrator’s current life.  Each section stands well on its own, but taken together they trace an arc of grief and acceptance over time.

The first section, Spring Ghazals, details the aftermath of a tumultuous affair. All of the poems in this section take on a loose ghazal form. Stanzas are in couplets and each couplet relates tonally, but not in overt subject matter. These ghazals are voiced by a bruised and hurting narrator. The details in the poems are seen through the lens of loss and grief.  For example, in Ghazal 5/3, the narrator observes: “…I’m walking thru glass almost unscathed the Conservatory of // Flower’s glass dome on a gray spring morning…” Even surrounded by lush beauty, the narrator only sees the sharp glass and gray skies.

The second section, Kitchen Poems, finds the narrator in an entirely different emotional space. The poems here are distinctly more narrative and evoke a domestic comfort. Each poem (save the final poem) is titled with a different comfort food dish, like “Fondue”, “Macaroni Cheese”, and “Potato Salad”. Despite the warmer tone, the narrator’s loss still lurks here. In “French Toast,” the narrator hears Hank Williams playing in the background and he states: “my blue // heart my red heart my golden heart opens & closes & / shrinks & grows – the world I know the people I / hold in my heart as it grows & breaks…”

Helix Poems, the third section, may be my favorite. According to Hayes, the Helix Poems follow a form of his own devising. Each poem is written in tercets, and the poet describes new and different objects or animals on each line. Interspersed with these objects are personal observations. The effect is that the descriptions of the object build a picture of the emotional tone, which is then confirmed by the observation at the end. The poems are hypnotizing. They remind me, in some ways of the chants of Walt Whitman or the lists of Raymond Carver.

The final section of Cloudland feels like a bridge between the invocations of the Helix Poems and the domestic intimacy of the Kitchen Poems. In this section, the narrator provides a summation of and separation from his past wounds. In the title poem, the narrator asks, “Is poetry living in memory or is it fetching memory into the present moment? / Is it making a memory where past & present & future coalesce?” In this line, the narrator tips his hand at the book’s project, to capture memory and time within a poem or series of poems. While I read these poems, I recognized that the narrator will still be preoccupied by the past affair, but the poems have given him a space to explore his preoccupation.

Hayes’ book is a testimony to the power of poetry to distill and reexamine experience. The poems feel like a series of mile markers on a stretch of road. They are records of a longer journey, where as a reader, I knew I was only catching short glimpse. I look forward to seeing more.

 

October 22, 2010

Blameless Mouth, The Cover

As you know, earlier this week I posted an open letter to my artist friends and readers for an artist to help me with my cover. What I didn’t tell you was that the cover art had been one of my stumbling blocks around this process of bringing my manuscript, Blameless Mouth, into the world.

You see, I’ve been planning and hoping to self-publish this manuscript for quite some time. In all of this planning, I told myself that I would make the cover myself. I’m a serviceable enough photographer that I could certainly create a nice cover for my book. Unfortunately, my ideas for the cover outpaced my artistic and photographic talent. My wheels would turn: I can’t finish the manuscript until I have a cover, but I can’t make the cover that I want, so I won’t finish the manuscript. This has been quite a convenient excuse.  Finally, after discussing this with Aaron, I realized that I needed help. He reminded me that between the two of us, we are friends with dozens of talented artists. We could put this request out into the network of artists and find a solution. Therefore, my open letter.

I am saying it here in public: My husband was (and is) right. Because here is the product, the cover of my forthcoming poetry collection:

Squee!

By putting the request out through this blog, Facebook, and Twitter, I came into contact with several talented artists who were excited to help me. I am so very thankful for every person who contacted me or passed on my link. I am truly lucky to know so many talented and generous people.

However, I had to choose just one artist to use. After conversing with a few very talented artists, I began working with Susan Sieber. Susan is a very talented illustrator and silk painting artisan from Illinois, and a fellow alumna of Beloit College. Her official bio reads:

Susan Sieber is a commercial illustrator and art instructor, working with both digital and traditional media.  She grew up in California, has lived in Morocco and Japan, and received her B.A. in English from Beloit College, WI.  Currently she lives in Illinois and is pursuing her MFA Illustration.  In 2008, she was named an Illinois Artisan for her silk painting, and sells and exhibits her work at various Illinois locations.  Her illustration gallery is located at:  http://susans-art-portfolio.daportfolio.com/

Within a few hours of my request, she had created a version of the cover that rocked my world. When I opened the file she sent, I just about squealed with delight. (I’ve been doing that a lot lately.) I had a real version of the cover and it was beautiful. The great thing about working with Susan is that she was so open to feedback. We chatted over email about some changes to the image and she turned around a revised image within a few days. I am so grateful to have worked with such a receptive and talented artist as Susan.

I would highly recommend that you take a look at Susan’s work on her portfolio website and consider her for any of your own illustration needs. Also, check out her silks, because they are just beautiful.

Within less than a week, I have a cover for my book. It’s all starting to come together very quickly, after spinning my wheels for months, and if I’m truly honest, years. I hope to put my final touches on the manuscript this weekend and upload the darn thing to Lulu.

I think I’m going to order and receive a copy from Lulu and check it over, before I officially release it into the wide world. Over the next few weeks, I’m going to share with you my process for writing the book, a few samples of the poems, and more about the theme of the work.

Now that it’s starting to feel real, I am so excited to begin sharing more of my process and my work with you.

(Please note that the cover image is Copyright 2010 by Susan Sieber, used here with permission.)

October 18, 2010

An Open Letter to My Artist Friends & Readers

Dear Artist Friends & Readers,

For the past few months, I have been preparing my poetry manuscript Blameless Mouth for publication through Lulu. I am hoping to publish this book within the next month or two.

I am at the point in my process where I need cover art. Early in this process, I realized that I should check in with my talented artist friends and readers (that’s you!), to see if anyone would be interested in working on the cover art with me. So, here I am, querying you. (As a note, I am cross-posting this as a message on Facebook, so I apologize if you get to see this twice.)

If you’re interested in helping me develop cover art for my book, please read on.

Artistic Details

My manuscript focuses on the theme of hunger and the ways that hunger influence women’s lives, both personally and culturally. Therefore, the Adam and Eve story and apples figure prominently. My own ideas include:

  1. A series of apples in a line, in snow. I would like the apples to take up much of the visual space, with the snow as white space.
  2. Sailor Jerry-style tattoo art of an apple with a snake wrapped around it. The title would be emblazoned on a banner above or below the apple.
  3. The same tattoo as listed above on a woman’s bare shoulder.
  4. A red flower blooming out of a snow covered field.
  5. Artist choice!

I am really open to collaboration and suggestion on this project, because I am only a dabbler in the visual arts. I am also open to a variety of mediums.

The Business Details

I am absolutely willing to compensate you for your work. Since this is a self-published, self-financed project, I have lots of creative ideas for compensation:

  • Signed Copy of The Book – priceless on its own :)
  • An “About the Cover Artist” Page, with picture, bio and links about your own work – definitely in the book and on the book’s blog, as well as on the Lulu page if they allow it.
  • Work in Trade – I am a pretty good writer and editor. I am happy to help with a project that you are working on.
  • A small, one-time fee – I am definitely willing to negotiate this with the artist.

All of the above is negotiable. Please let me know your expectations and we can talk.

In terms of copyright, I am planning on licensing the poetry in this book with a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial ShareAlike License. For the cover art, I am leaving that up to you. If you would also like to play along with the Creative Commons license, great. If you would prefer to retain the copyright, I am happy to accommodate that as well.

Great! How Can I Help?

I was hoping that you were going to ask that. If you are interested in helping me with my cover art, please message me on Facebook or Twitter, leave me a comment on this post or email me at my real email address:

fox dot jessica at gmail dot com

Thank you so much for your help and support!

October 15, 2010

On Habits and Flamingos

If you’ve read Julia Cameron’s The Artist’s Way, then you’re familiar with morning pages. If you’re not familiar with this practice, the basic idea is that writers should write three uncensored, unfiltered journal pages every morning as soon as they wake up. The idea is that you develop a creative practice, you unload whatever you’re thinking about, and you plant seeds for future “real” writing.  Throughout my life, I’ve tried morning pages off and on. In fact, I remember the first time I committed to them consistently was when I was living in the western Chicago suburbs. I was in my first professional job out of college and it was the first time I was scared that I would never be a real writer, because I never felt like I had time to write. I learned that this was wrong, because months later I was moving to Minnesota to start my MFA program at Hamline University. Despite my early successes with morning pages, I’ve never been able to practice them consistently over time.

As of today, I’ve written morning pages for 29 days in a row. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without the brilliant site, 750 Words.

I originally heard about 750 Words through Twitter, although like most things in social media, I cannot seem to pin down where I first heard about it. Basically, it’s a site that offers writers a free space to write your three morning pages each day. There’s a little word counter at the bottom of the page that helps you to see when you’ve gotten to 750 words. (This is the magic number, because on average a page of typed text is 250 words, according to the site founder.) Once you reach 750 words, it gives you a message that says you’ve achieved your goal. Your morning pages are archived by month, which you can download in a text file.

If this is all that the site did, it would be pretty cool. But it does more. You can send yourself a reminder email each day, so that you can click through to the site and write your words. It uses fancy word recognition software to tell you what you’re thinking and how you’re writing. (I will stress though that your words are totally private and only you can access them.) The site also awards your writing behavior with badges. If you write three days in a row, you earn a turkey. If you write five days in a row, you get a penguin. Ten days, and it’s a flamingo. Right now, I’m one day away from earning an albatross.  There are badges also for behavior, from your total accumulated words (reach 100,00 and you get a flock), to whether or not you get distracted for three minutes or more.

Lastly, you can participate in monthly challenges. You join the challenges only if you want, which commits you to writing for the whole month. You are allowed to devise your own rewards. For example, I’m participating in the October challenge. If I write for all 31 days in October, I will treat myself to lunch at an interesting restaurant. And I’ll be listed on the site’s Wall of Awesome, which is archived on the site.  If I miss one or more days, I will donate $10 to the 750 words site. I will also end up on the site’s Wall of Shame.

As you can see, there are multiple ways that the site encourages your consistency, between badges, challenges and daily prodding. Since I’m on a 29 day streak, I am terrified of breaking it, which perpetuates my streak. Since I’m participating in a monthly challenge, I’m motivated by my potential rewards (and dumb pride). All of this adds up to daily writing.

There are benefits of this site beyond consistency. Even though I’m writing nonsense most days (my 750 words include to do lists and half formed thoughts) I am unloading there. It’s a healthy place for me to crab about work or other nagging things on my mind. I don’t always have these private spaces in my life, so I appreciate that space, much more than if I were crabbing to my husband or friends.  I also have a space to work on creative projects and think through ideas for poems privately.

But most importantly, I get to see myself as someone who is engaged in her creative practice in a meaningful and consistent way. I get to be a finisher, an achiever, someone who writes 23,188 words in 29 days. And that kind of feeling is powerful.

(Full disclosure: I wrote this blog post as part of my 750 words this morning. It’s not cheating, it’s multitasking.)

October 12, 2010

My Annual Ghazal

Ghazal on Falling and Flight

Balled fists shoved in pockets, his shuffling feet choose flight.
Stretching his stride against concrete, shadows extend, choose flight.

When did we become so earthbound, so moored in place?
We awake from our dreams, slow and stuck. How did we lose flight?

This time of year, we are showered in gold and red
as brittle leaves break free from branches, drift loose and choose flight.

This morning, I watch the crows, those bundles of blue
black feathers. As they balance on bare trees, do they choose flight

In our calculated flight paths, we traverse air,
treat thousands of miles like mere steps. Flying, we abuse flight.

Look at how we shelter our children: buckle
them in car seats, cage them in cribs. See how they strain, bruise flight.

A few weeks ago, still in summer, I watched
pigeons swoop low over a garden. Their wings’ beat: use flight.

We both take our turns. We inch towards freedom then
turn back, to meet safety. Our compromises ask: Whose flight?

Woman, you are running out of time. You have filled
all of your wasted days and weeks. When will you jump and choose flight?

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I don’t really write ghazals annually. I would say that I write them rarely. I really enjoy the form, because it is a challenge. Beyond the obvious difficulty of creating good rhymes and repeating refrains creatively, it’s very difficult for me to write a poem that doesn’t follow a single subject. Since this is so hard, I only work on ghazals when I really feel like it.

I felt like it today. I decided on a ghazal to complement my second Street Photography Now Project photo, which I actually uploaded to the Flickr group on time.

The prompt for the week was the following quote: ”Turn your attention to the four-legged population” – Ying Tang. For many days, I carried my camera everywhere, trying to find a dog, cat, or perhaps even a squirrel to photograph. I learned in these few days that no one seems to own dogs in my neighborhood and squirrels are very jumpy creatures. As I was watching for four-legged animals, I noticed that at a certain time of day, people were casting shadow legs when they walked. So, instead of hunting real four-legged animals, I started hunting people’s feet. It’s much easier. Also, as someone pointed out to me on Flickr, the guy’s shoes has a puma on them, which is definitely four-legged.

I don’t really know why I chose a ghazal for this picture, other than it just felt right. (Maybe I was subliminally inspired to write one, since I recently bought a book of ghazals by John Hayes on Lulu.) I do know that I chose the refrain based on the fact that the shoe in the picture is extended upward, as if it’s about to lift off the ground. That little lift led me to flight, and to this poem.

October 8, 2010

Intimacy

Intimacy

I live with the smell of you
on my skin and hair.  You
are always there, sitting
one seat ahead or behind. Sharing
the space beside me. We both
do our best to ignore the other.
We rest our eyes against the sunlight, fight
to read our heavy books. We look
outside the window, watch the elms
and ashes blur to green and gray
streaks. All the while, we peek
at each other’s rumpled clothes. We
have always lived this close,
sat shoulder to shoulder
with strangers. Damn the danger
of breathing and living with people
we never know. You and I,
we’re just trying to get home.

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I took the above picture on September 30, in response to the first prompt from the Street Photography Now Project.  Their goal is to post 1 prompt a week for a year, written by a prominent street photographer, and invite photographers to respond to the prompt with photos posted to a Flickr group. Photographers have 6 days to post their pictures.

I began taking pictures last week, in response to the following prompt/quote by Bruce Gilden: “If you can smell the street by looking at the photograph, it’s a street photograph.” As I was taking pictures, Aaron suggested that I write a poem in response to one picture per week. It seemed like a good idea, so I went for it.

Unfortunately, I misread the date cut-off for the first group, so I missed my deadline to submit on Flickr. I would have submitted this picture, if I hadn’t missed it. You can see all of my first week photos here. Hopefully, I’ll have better luck (and better attention to detail) with this week’s prompt.

October 6, 2010

Fill in the Blank: I am too____to be perfect.

This is me, at about 6:45 on Tuesday evening. I was trying (again) to do too many things at once. I wanted to run a bath, eat a snack, and take a somewhat decent picture for the perfect protest.  I am (again) late for the party, having finally decided to write something about perfection after reading about it on Ali Edwards’ blog and Andrea Scher’s blog. But I didn’t know what I wanted to say, until I had to enter Ali’s giveaway and complete the following sentence: “I am too______to be perfect.”

It came to me quickly: I am too in progress to be perfect.

I have been a perfectionist for most of my adult life. You may not know it to look at me, because I turn my perfectionist eye towards a few things. For instance, I will not care if my nails are done or if my house is spotless, because they rarely are. Instead, I care whether I use “this” or “a” as an article in a final draft of a poem. I care if I do everything exactly right at work. My laundry can wait, but I will spend extra time and energy on projects that are near and dear to me.

I (wrongly) think that this is a sign of care, as in I care enough to make it perfect. But, I know deep down that I am flawed, as we are all flawed. I am incapable of making something perfect, because I am human. I am capable of making imperfect beauty and not-quite-right solutions.

I also know that my quest for perfection prevents me from completion. I recognized this on Tuesday morning as I edited my manuscript. I haven’t read this manuscript in about a year, and the work itself is five years old. I had lost some of the intimacy with the poems that I had developed while writing and editing the work. Now that I was in the middle of reading the manuscript, I was doubting whether this book was good enough to put out in the world. Is it finished yet? Is it perfect?

I know that it will never be perfect, because I made it. It contains good poems, none of which are perfect. Several of them are downright broken. But they reflect a real part of my work and my life. These poems, and this manuscript, are drafts. They are in progress.  When it comes down to it, I realized instinctively when I filled in the blank that I will be forever a work in progress. And that is much better (and much more beautiful) than being perfect.

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