Thursday, March 22, 2012

Let's Put On A Show


Hey! Hey! One and all!
            Welcome to Drama Class!
Let’s tell a story.
            Let’s put on a show.

Wait. Wait. What’s it about?
A hero and heroine.
She is smart and beautiful,
            and he is goofy but true.
Don’t forget the nasty villain,
            deceitful, yet slick and smooth.

Good. Good. What happens next?
            They fight against the odds.
and when all looks bad,
            friends to the rescue!
They get back up again,
undaunted, ready to fight.
Good triumphs, a happy ending
where love and courage wins.

Quick! Quick! Energy abounds
with much to do.
Round up some costumes,
something bold and bright.
Does anyone have paint,
            hammer, a drill to use?
Build a wall for the room
            Put the door over there.
Move the lights a bit,
            we want a spot to hit here.

Oh, yes. Oh yes.
            Come on in.
Let’s sing and dance,
            laugh and cry,
despair and hope,
            and raise our voices in joy.
Let’s tell a story.
            Let’s put on a show.



Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I Am Afraid


I am afraid in the cold sweat clutch of deep night
when my heart panics desperately in my chest
that life is nothing more
than a swirl of dust throughout space,
forever growing colder and distant
till nothing can be shared with anything

I am afraid that my arms will strain
my aching fingers to grab lifeless sand from
the dusty burlap bag of dreams.
Grit will dig under my fingernails, grating nerves
as my mouth tastes ash, and I disintegrate;
flaking, cracking, pieces fall like pebbles
swirling in a cloud till nothing.

I am afraid that true will be Whitman’s tragedy
of a quiet desperation mumbling gibberish.
That the rooftops will not only not hear my yawp,
but they will remain unattainable, with steep gables,
cold winds, and ice slick betrayed dreams.
And the sounds I make with be muffled by my pillow
Causing no stir in the heart or ripple among man.



from The Refrigerator Door collection.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Flair (for Claudia)


                                    Flair
It is said that ‘many a flower blushes unseen.’
   These tender buds quietly bloom, smile bright but timid.
Ah, but these words do not apply to all blossoms
   For some, like the red-topped wildflower, life is a dare.

Yes, yes, this natural work of art does not shy away
   But steps out of line with a mischievous glint in her eye,
Unseen is not for her. She laughs out loud, drinks her beer cold.
   With radio playing, she dances, an exploding smile under red hair.

Oh, her fragrance is sweet, her love exuberant and real.
   Blue jeans, leather and walking shoes completes her bold bloom.
Ay, yes, a dynamic joyful soul she is, with a crazy hat or two.
   She is a wildflower, blooming, vibrant, an everlasting firework of flair.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Much Too Young


Early this bright sunny morning,
     not far from a grassy field where kids played,
I learned of a boy’s death,
     just about thirteen, maybe one more.
All I could think, in a quiet awkward pause,
     much too young and way too soon.

There’s a photo of him, happy, with a grin;
     others by him laughing, all is good.
Part of the thousand words is joy,
     good friends, chilly night, warm faces.
How quick the picture became a tribute,
     much too young and way too soon.

Late this night I ponder much
     about the boy and his unfinished verse,
how the powerful play of life goes on
     and other actors’ incomplete scenes that
contributed to my fragmented lament
     much too young and way too soon.


For Jared, and for all my students 
    (some are with him), for Rob too.

  

Friday, September 2, 2011

Writing about poetry


"Be gone J. Evans Pritchard, Ph.D!" says John Keating (played by Robin Williams) in the movie Dead Poets Society. Mr. Keating is having his students read the introduction to poetry in the textbook. For the purpose of the movie, the passage is dull and the analysis of poetry sounds, as Mr. Keating put it, as if one was "laying pipe." Mr. Keating makes a good point, in that poetry is from the soul and should be tasted and experienced. And I agree, yet the craft of poetry should not be dismissed. To write an analysis of poetry, one must look at the components of the science and the art of poetry.

The science of poetry is the technique and tools of the author to create the poem and the voice of the poem. This is where the literary terms taught in classes come in: simile, metaphor, musical devices, rhyme patterns, imagery and structure. These are characteristics that set forms of poetry apart from other forms. Yet in this paradox of rules, poetry can break the rules. E. E. Cummings and Emily Dickinson are prime examples.

Because there are many great works that in no way resemble each other in structure of technique, defining poetry is difficult. However, the tie that binds poetry together is the essence that speaks to the reader or listener. That essence is “voice.” A voice communicates the literal and underlying messages of the speaker; it contains the relevance, the theme, and the soul of the poem. Thus, voice is the art of poetry.

Therefore, in writing an essay on poetry, the writer needs to build a thesis statement that reflects the art and/or science of poetry: Communication, Relevance, Voice, Imagery, Technique and Structure. The focus of the essay may depend on what the writer wants to write about or what has been assigned by an instructor. It can be just about the theme of the poem, it can be about the speaker and voice, or it can be about the literary devices the author uses. Whatever the case or combination, the writer needs to look at the component(s) and pull examples from the poem that illustrate it. To do this, I ask my students questions.

Communication. Does the poem communicate a subject? Does the poem communicate a theme? Jean Toomer wrote "Reaper". The subject of the poem is a reaper cutting grass that cuts a rat. The theme of the poem, upon looking into the tools of imagery suggests that death is mechanical and continual. These subject and theme can comprise the whole essay depending how detailed the analysis breaks down the words and phrases.

Relevance. Is the subject or theme relevant or important to the reader? Can the reader relate to it? Most high school students say that the subject of "Reaper" is not relevant to them because they do not cut grass or work on a farm, yet the theme can be identifiable to them because they have dealt with death in some form.

Voice. Who is the speaker? Based on the words, what can you tell me about the speaker? What is the speaker’s tone? What is the speaker’s attitude or emotions? As with communication and relevance, voice is a major component that makes up the art of poetry. The voice gives us insight into the character of the speaker and the message and motivation of the character.

Imagery. What pictures are drawn? What senses are given pictures? How does imagery illustrate and communicate the speaker's voice and message? What
colors are used? How does the alliteration add to the sound of the poem? Imagery is the construction of “pictures” for any of the five senses These questions lead to metaphor, symbolism, concrete nouns, musical devices and word choice.

Technique and Structure. Does the chosen structure assist the poet in communicating the theme? How does the repetition of a line add to the voice of the speaker? In other words, what does the writer do to enhance the poem and make the above components work together? Technique and structure choice overlap. From this component comes the author’s preferred style. It can take us from Dickinson’s poetry of phrases to the metered rhyme pattern that adds a lyrical effect to Longfellow's "The Wreck of the Hesperus" and its tragic tale.

These six components work together in a good poem no matter the poet and the poem. So, when writing an essay on poetry, look at Communication, Relevance, Voice, Imagery, Technique and Structure to guide the construction of the thesis statement. This understanding of the art and science of poetry leads to infinite number of good essays where the essay can delve into the intricacies of what gave life to the body of work, what made the blood flow in the veins and what gave breath to the voice. In other words, what made it real. And one can write an essay that respects the soul of the poem and the mind of the poet.

Final Bow


She steps from the left
onto the dim stage,
 stray glitter scattered
                  looks dusty

Pausing, she looks to the house,
Empty, quiet, echoing applause

It was her last dance.

She sets down her bag
that contains
Toe shoes, clickety tap shoes
and worn black leather jazz shoes
a water bottle
sequins, lace, tights in a tumble rainbow
                  of costumes.

And her dance book
holding
                                    a ribbon from the ballet slipper
                                                       of a remembered cousin
                                    a dried flower from her first recital
                                                      years ago
                                    a scarf from the her first solo,
                                                      pink and frayed
                                    a poem from a teacher
                                                      about a dancer

Sashay, toe, toe, swivel…

She giggles
                   remembering her the time
                   she crashed into the palm tree oasis backdrop

Pirouette,
                  extend
shimmy
                  an entourage of jazz, ballet, hip hop, soft shoe and tap
                                    partner together in a finale

Ending with her center stage
                  Arm extended straight
                  Chin high,
                                    Statuesque,
                                                      A chapter over.

With grace, beauty and life,
                  Her had swings from high
                                    Arcing in perfect symmetry,
A single tear dances down her cheek
                  and she takes her
final bow.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Spotlight

Spotlight
            crashes the stage, before the full dark house
brandishing life and place in the split second
before words are spoken and action moves.
The actor thrills in this singular flash of stillness and bursting energy.

Spotlight
            takes the audience to the soul of the character
            revealing fears, joys, the drama of living;
            solitary or with all lights ablaze, the story breaths.
            The actor thrives in the grace of words and movement dancing.

Spotlight
            gasps in darkness, inhales, a splashes light on actors
            as applause roars, cheers, cries and sings bringing all
            in the house together in the triumph of telling the tale.
            The actor drinks this moment of nourishment,
                                                                 accomplishment and revelry.

Spotlight
            sighs in its solitary moment behind closed doors;
            its tired beam canters just a bit off center stage.
            buzzes, slow and aching, it straightens proud and eager.
            The actor connects with the light; together they create life.

This poem can be found in Wordz, a collection of poems for graduating high school students.