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Saturday, September 30, 2023
A Writer's Moment: Reflecting on 'The Truly Great'
Reflecting on 'The Truly Great'
“Great
poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.”
– Stephen Spender
Spender, born on this date in 1909, was an English poet, novelist and essayist who concentrated on themes of social justice. A frequent lecturer and visiting professor at U.S. colleges and universities, he became the first non-U.S. poet (from 1965-68) to serve as Poet Laureate Consultant to the United States Library of Congress. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Spender’s,
The Truly Great
I think continually of those who
were truly great.
Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
And who hoarded from the Spring branches
The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.
What is precious is never to forget
The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
Nor its grave evening demand for love.
Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.
Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
See how these names are feted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life
Who wore at their hearts the fire's centre.
Born of the sun they travelled a short while towards the sun,
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
Friday, September 29, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'Music for those who listen'
'Music for those who listen'
Wednesday, September 27, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'Read and reflect on writers you admire'
'Read and reflect on writers you admire'
Tuesday, September 26, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'Mastering his imagination'
'Mastering his imagination'
“From a good book, I want to be taken to the very edge. I want a glimpse into that outer darkness.” – Mark Haddon
Monday, September 25, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'Have Notebook, Will Write'
'Have Notebook, Will Write'
Sunday, September 24, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'The Power to Read'
'The Power to Read'
“I could name you a dozen superheroes whose powers I'd
like to have. But if I could have any power in the world, it would be the power
to read or watch a creative work and absorb the technical skill of the people
who made it. Because then I could have
even more fun writing. That's my core identity. I'm a writer. I just love
telling stories.” – Kurt Busieck
Saturday, September 23, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'The powers of observing'
'The powers of observing'
“I love the line of Flaubert about observing things very intensely. I think our duty as writers begins not with our own feelings, but with the powers of observing.” – Mary Oliver
Born this date in 1935, Oliver
won both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize for her poetic
stylings, and The New York Times described her as "far and away,
[America's] best-selling poet.” She began writing poetry at the age
of 14 never really stopped until her death in 2019.
Oliver's poetry turns towards nature for its inspiration and describes the sense of wonder it instills in her. "When it's over," she says, "I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms." For Saturday’s Poem, here is Oliver’s,
A Dream of Trees
There is a thing in me that dreamed
of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
There is a thing
in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were
not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
Friday, September 22, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'Read a lot; write a lot"
'Read a lot; write a lot"
Thursday, September 21, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'A license to observe and share'
'A license to observe and share'
Wednesday, September 20, 2023
A Writer's Moment: Historical accuracy in fact, and words
Historical accuracy in fact, and words
Tuesday, September 19, 2023
A Writer's Moment: Elevating the national conscious
Elevating the national conscious
Monday, September 18, 2023
A Writer's Moment: Mining that 'believability' factor
Mining that 'believability' factor
“Family legends confirm that I've been a storyteller pretty much from the moment I learned to talk. I quickly learned that character, pacing and plot were important to any work of fiction, but that nothing was more important than believability.” – Lynn Abbey
Abbey, born on this date in 1948 in Upstate New York, brings a unique combination to her writing – being first a computer programmer, historian and astrophysicist, then a writer. With her background in history, she said, “I love to curl up with a book about some dusty corner of history.”
In spite of that, her own writing began and mostly remains in fantasy fiction. She broke into the field in 1979 with her novel Daughter of the Bright Moon and the short story "The Face of Chaos," part of a Thieves World shared world anthology. She said she’s a big fan of anthologies because editors are interested in all comers, and you have a great chance to be included even if you’re a beginning writer.
Thus, In 2002, she not only returned to Thieves World with the novel Sanctuary, but she also began editing new short story anthologies, beginning with Turning Points.
“For me,” she said, “writing a short story is much, much harder than writing a novel. Short-story writing requires an exquisite sense of balance. Novelists, frankly, can get away with more. A novel can have a dull spot or two, because the reader has made a different commitment.”
Saturday, September 16, 2023
A Writer's Moment: Star gazing
Star gazing
“A
poet should always be 'collaborating' with his public, but this public, in the
mass, cannot make itself heard, and he has to guess at its requirements and its
criticisms.” – Louis MacNeice
Irish poet MacNeice was widely appreciated by the public during his lifetime (1907-63) due in part to his relaxed, but socially and emotionally aware style. He was part of the generation called the Auden Group, sometimes known as the "Thirties Poets,” that included W. H. Auden, Stephen Spender and Cecil Day-Lewis (father of actor Daniel Day-Lewis). For Saturday’s Poem here is MacNeice’s,
Star-Gazer
Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
And the westward train was empty and had no corridors
So darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight
Of those almost intolerably bright
Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because
Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks
How very far off they were, it seemed their light
Had left them (some at least) long years before I was.
And this remembering now I mark that what
Light was leaving some of them at least then,
Forty-two years ago, will never arrive
In time for me to catch it, which light when
It does get here may find that there is not
Anyone left alive
To run from side to side in a late night train
Admiring it and adding thoughts in vain.
Thursday, September 14, 2023
A Writer's Moment: Making way for a children's book classic
Making way for a children's book classic
Wednesday, September 13, 2023
A Writer's Moment: 'Each new day demands new ideas'
'Each new day demands new ideas'
“When you're writing a book, with people in it as opposed to animals, it is no good having people who are ordinary, because they are not going to interest your readers at all,” Dahl said about his writing style. “Every writer in the world has to use the characters that have something interesting about them.”