Showing posts with label Geoff Prince. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Geoff Prince. Show all posts

Friday, June 7, 2019

I Wish I'd Written This


Starlight

At last
the night comforts
and the overdone day
is spent.

Sounds swim
into nearness
and are hushed away
by intent.

Will I find
my lord this evening
in my dreams
of the Other Side?

My will
be nourished by night,
and let me be led
by a greater guide;

and may
my silent prayers
find voice
in the music of starlight.

Geoffrey Prince



I've featured Melbourne poet Geoff Prince a couple of times before, in a post about various short forms, and in an earlier 'I Wish I'd Written This' which gives details of his life and writing.  

At that time, April 2017, he described himself as living with his dog. He refrained from saying that he had been widowed the year before. (I knew, because we are old friends.) I'm delighted to report that since then he has found happiness again and is now remarried, to fellow-poet Chae Paterson. (In private life, both have taken the surname Paterson-Prince, though he continues to write under the name by which he has so long been known as a poet.)


I should add that two years ago his books were all out of print, though some second-hand copies were available through places like Abe Books; but last year he brought out Dharma & Night (available here) which is a compilation of two earlier volumes, Silhouettes of Silence and Faerie Dharma. He said a friend of his persuaded him to do so. I have a copy, and I'm grateful to the friend for being insistent.

When I asked what he's up to lately, he replied, 'I have been lucky to be working with my lovely wife and soulmate Chae on a new work.' What good news! I look forward to that one when it appears.

The particular poem I give you today, I've been sitting on for a while, so as not to use it too soon after the previous features. Geoff sometimes posts his poems on facebook, and I fell in love with it there. It's an older one, written in 2000, and clearly stands the test of time. Despite an undertone of sadness, it gives me a beautiful feeling of peace.



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Friday, May 5, 2017

Thought Provokers

Some Little-Known Short Forms

This time I hope to provoke your thoughts, not by introducing you to controversial ideas, but by presenting some new forms for your consideration. Recent inventions, in fact! 



Gnomes














My old friend Geoff Prince has for some time been sharing, via facebook posts, a pithy verse form of his own devising: four lines, a pivot line on its own, and then another four which take the poem further, usually in a somewhat different direction. They rhyme, but not always in the same way. To me they often have the flavour of epigrams or aphorisms. I find them intriguing.

When I asked if he had given them a name, he said:

'i settled on "gnomes" to describe them. if you read frost's the secret sits you will gather some of their origin. also blake proverbs of heaven & hell.'

Here is the Frost:


We dance round in a ring and suppose,
But the Secret sits in the middle and knows. 

And here are some of Geoff's 'gnomes':

those
who just go
with the drift
of things

inevitably

are exposed
not to the flow
but to the rift
in things

*

only when
you have known
the mystery
will you banish ignorance

but

to struggle to put
this in words
means you've
just missed the dance

*

the psychedelicate
shaman
from the fringes
of the city

summons

compassion to
gather
from the frail
eye of pity

*

The disease of tomorrow
has touched me today;
the rain has fallen –
too little to pay.

Ah,

too little
and too late to stay;
how the ill of tomorrow
has touched me today …

*

it seems only
when my heart
is softer than silence
i can hear it

&

only
when my brain
will not give me rest
i must fear it


*


poetry
won't
be cajoled
into submission

it

resists
all
attempts
at our definition

*

I haven't tried any myself yet – perhaps daunted by Geoff's obvious mastery of his own invention – but they are tempting, aren't they?



Thinner Tanka
















Magaly Guerrero, who is known to many of you here, through her participation and her own blog, has been playing with the Japanese form, tanka, for quite some time. Very recently she came up with a variation she calls 'thinner tanka'. 

Unlike some of us who don't worry any more about syllable count for haiku and tanka, but just do patterns of long and short lines, Magaly is one of the many to adhere to the traditional 5-7-5-7-7 syllable count (per line) for tanka. Her thinner tanka have fewer syllables – making, indeed, for a lovely leanness. She has narrowed them down to 3-5-3-5-5.


Like the original tanka form, it's versatile! Being Magaly, who excels in the unexpected, she hasn't yet (as far as I know) written any simple, stand-alone thinner tanka, instead combining them into longer forms. 

The first I've chosen to share with you is a poem of which the first two verses are thinner tanka, the last two are Kelly lunes. (The lune is another interesting short form, details here.) 


The Sun Wants to Die

the night heard
my side of our bed
shivering—
my spring turns wintry
when your heart is gone

in nightmares
my lips say nothing
of our love,
my blood refuses
to ink you and me

the sun wants to die
without you
my self grows hollow

“I’m almost undone,”
you whisper.
And I breathe again.

*

The next is a triple thinner tanka, each verse forming one:

We Aren’t Dead

I saw crows
pecking at soulless
body piles…
dead people afire,
humanity-stripped.

Body piles,
you said? What of teeth
and ravens?
My quill’s in dire need
of something to bleed.

Look deeper,
dear sirs, see us twitch—
we aren’t dead.
True humans will kick
‘til all tongues are freed.

*

And the last is a haibun variation where the verse is a tanka instead of a haiku (sometimes known as tanka prose) – in this case a thinner tanka.

Must Love Freaks

She says that I was born with luck sitting on my hand and charm dancing on the tip of my tongue. “People love you,” she tells me, “they want that… something shining out of you.”

I smile at her, all magic and creepy teeth, wondering if she ever kisses her mirror.

You must love
freakishly wild things
to love me,
caress chaos’ soul
and moan for balance.


Tilus
















And now let's go back a little way and remind ourselves of (or perhaps discover for the first time) a form invented by a young Filipino poet, Kelvin S. Mangundayao, whom we got to know blogging as Kelvin S.M. He seems to be having a quiet spell offline at present, as he has done before – at any rate, did not answer my email about this post, and his blog appears to be in hiatus. However, he has already made information about the tilus form publicly available, and has previously given me permission to use his work here, so here is his description, with some of his own examples:

'Tilus [tee-loo-hz] - is a form created by yours truly and falls under the category of micro poetry. The form is divided into two parts: the first part is composed of two lines following a 6-3 syllable count; the second part, a one-syllable word to close and/or complete the subject layered in the first part. The whole piece must, only, contain 10 in overall syllable count. The main focus of Tilus is on the world of nature, and how it can open a new door to a wider understanding of life and beyond. The form aims to be epic in emotions expressed more importantly than to be epic in words.'

(The name is a reverse spelling of his mother's maiden name, which is also his own middle name.)

 Life---let me fall in you
 clean as a

 dew.

*

 Old crow wears red; night has
 settled on

 him.

*

 River blue: I quaff clouds
 on river

 skin.

*

(When I asked Kelvin for the plural of the word, he seemed a bit taken aback but suggested the English-language plural form, 'tiluses'. I find myself – without any authorisation – tending to use the singular form as also the plural.)



Quadrilles




I can get long-winded in free verse, so I love to try short forms now and again to re-learn how to condense – and just because they're fun.

Another good one, which the people at dVerse Poets Pub came up with, is the quadrille. Many of you will already be aware of it from that source, but I think it is not yet generally known. The only rule is that it must be exactly 44 words (excluding title). 

I asked Bjorn Rudberg of the dVerse team (whom we know well here too) if it was one person's invention or a collaborative effort. He replied:

'Actually it was collectively invented... it went back to the fun of doing something right between the 33 words of Trifecta (now gone) and the 55... so 44 felt natural. The original idea of doing a short prompt was Grace's... '

It's an extremely versatile form because of having only that one rule. You can arrange the words however you like as to lines and verses. You can create metre and/or rhyme – or not.

The regular dVerse quadrille prompts always feature a specific word that must be included, a different one every time, but that's just to keep things interesting – it's not an integral part of the form.

I've enjoyed playing with quadrilles, but recently realised that mine have made rather slight poems so far (I mean their content rather than their length). Perhaps that is simply because I find it a playful form. Others obviously find it so too, yet have done amazing things with it. Because it's so open, rather than hunting up examples for you or sharing mine, I invite you to try your own – if you haven't already.

In fact I invite you to try any of these new forms that appeal to you. Or even invent your own! And I hope I have given you things to think about in terms of poetic composition.



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Friday, April 7, 2017

I Wish I'd Written This

Nine Poems

1. Poems are seasons undressed, the veil
lifted from timepiece and hourglass.

2. Poems are musings with silence,
a measured dance in the rhythm of rivers.

3. Poems are liquid resonances,
humming in silence and beaming belief.

4. Poems are buried bones of ancient tombs,
fleshed and etched on eternity.

5. Poems are enchantment listening to spells
held forever within themselves.

6. Poems are life brimming progress and peace
and swallowing potent myths and visions.

7. Poems are atomic flowers forsaken for God,
the echoes of desert and atoll.

8. Poems are reader’s lips pursed to kiss
the breath of the page in limbo.

9. Poems are symphonies of the tongue
painted on the caucus of selfish genes.

© Geoff Prince 1990



Geoff's a very old friend of mine from my years living in Melbourne, where he still resides. We met, of course, through poetry. He did get up here to visit Andrew and me soon after we moved to the Northern Rivers region of NSW 20-odd years ago, but since then we've kept in touch by email and more recently facebook.

Lately he's been posting a lot of wonderful poems on facebook, old and new. This one I couldn't resist grabbing for 'I Wish I'd Written This' – with his permission, of course. I'm sure I don't need to explain to an audience of fellow-poets why it appealed to me!

I asked Geoff to supply some information about himself. He sent me the following:

Geoff is a survivor of 40 years with mental illness, during which time he has continued to write and to share a voice from the maelstrom of madness. He lives at the foothills of the beautiful Dandenongs with his Australian Cuddledog Pixie. He has a number of books of poems published by Papyrus Publishing, as well as many collaborations, one of which was highly commended in a Human Rights Award (Loose Kangaroos). He has performed at festivals at Adelaide and at the Dame Joan Sutherland Performing Arts Centre at Penrith, and has had many guest appearances on radio.

I know Geoff's illness is a real, diagnosed medical condition for which he receives ongoing treatment – and I must suppose it is well controlled, as in our long acquaintance I have only ever perceived a sanity and humanity which shine through his poems as well as all our interactions. 

I asked him to remind me how we first met. I thought I vaguely remembered him being one of my poetry students at Box Hill College of TAFE (Technical And Further – i.e. tertiary – Education) and as participating in a group we formed, called the aardvarks, who produced anthologies of poetry. At the same time, I thought this couldn't be the case, as I was pretty sure Geoff was already making a name for himself as a poet at that time. It turned out I was right, though. He told me:

We first met at Box Hill ...

[Another student] suggested I enrol in your course. At that stage my first books were being published, and I had performed at la mama [theatre] and on community radio.  I was drawn into the aardvarks & the woorilla writers groups, as well as the monash university poetry group run by the late Dennis Davison. Lately I have been guest poet at the Dax Centre at Melbourne University.

So poetry came before ego! Looking back, I don't think many who were receiving that degree of recognition at that time would have been so willing to put themselves in the position of student. 

At my request, he also elaborated further on Loose Kangaroos, which was an initiative I admired (not only the name of a book, but a very active group of poets):

Loose Kangaroos formed in order to encourage those with a diagnosis of mental illness to have a public voice. We performed our poetry and conducted workshops with this goal in mind.

In Australia, as well as saying things like, 'not quite right in the head', being 'a few cents short of a dollar' etc., we also speak of having 'a few kangaroos loose in the top paddock' – a reference instantly recognisable in the group's name. Laughing at oneself with that kind of derogatory language is a great Australian tradition, inclined to engender affection in others rather than scorn.

I certainly recall the Loose Kangaroos as having a high profile in their heyday, and while the name may have pulled people in, it was the poetry which kept them engaged.

Geoff is also something of a poetic innovator, in recent years adopting with great success an intriguing, epigrammatic short form I haven't seen anywhere else. But I'll leave that to be the subject of a future post. 

His books are out of print, but there are second-hand copies in good condition available online. Two titles are listed here, and several others at Abe Books (where you have to scroll down a bit). For Aussies, copies may be found in Australian libraries. I'm trying to persuade him it's time for more.



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