Showing posts with label Jasmine Logan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jasmine Logan. Show all posts

Friday, November 29, 2019

Wild Fridays: Moonlight Musings












Process and Product

I was having a facebook chat with Jasmine Logan (whom I featured here recently) when she accidentally sent me a photo of a whiteboard she was working on, mapping out a new poem. (She only meant to snap it for her own records.) When I say mapping, I mean mind-mapping.

I've known of this technique since first encountering it decades ago in the book 'Writing the Natural Way' by Gabriele Lusser Rico. She called it clustering. Here is an example from her book:




Since then it's taken off, been used for many different purposes besides writing, and is taught in schools. It's decades since I tried it as a writing tool, and then only briefly. I did the exercises in Rico's book, and they worked, but somehow the method didn't stick. 

I guess that's because, when you've been making poems since age seven, by the time you're an adult you tend to fall back on what's already working. (Much as, having learned to two-finger type when I was nine, I never learned to touch-type later. Every time I tried, I became impatient and went back to what I already did quite well enough for my needs.) 

Nevertheless I exclaimed to Jasmine, 'I love the way you work!' It looked so active and immediate.

I find process fascinating – especially the fact that we can have very different processes, yet all of them can produce excellent poems.

For me, poetry tends to occur as phrases, lines, even whole verses already formed. This happens whether they just bubble up into my consciousness, apparently from nowhere, or whether I decide to write on a particular topic (be that a prompt, or something else that engages me). So I start with what comes into my head, and go from there. Those original words usually do form the beginning of the poem, but sometimes they turn out to be at the end of it or somewhere in the middle, and sometimes they don't stay in the finished poem at all. 

I'm like the late Australian poet Judith Rodriguez, who was famously quoted as saying, 'How can I know what a poem will say until I've written it?' Even when I work to a prompt, I don't know where it will take me until I get there. 

I've been intrigued to discover that some of my poet friends work quite differently from that. They start with an idea of what they want to write about, and also have a pretty clear idea of what they wish to say on that topic. At least some of them then explore it in prose until it's expressed coherently, and only then begin to shape it into verse. Some very good poets work like that. It puzzles me, but I can't deny that for them it's an effective technique.

Then of course there are many other aspects to process. Some people need quiet in order to create. Noise doesn't bother me; I can tune it out. Some people like specific rituals to help them get into a creative frame of mind; others (including me) dive right in. Some find that listening to music somehow helps the words to flow. (Classical music seems to be what works best for them, I observe. Which may be one reason I don't do that, as I prefer other kinds of music which might not be so conducive. Blues could work; not so sure about heavy metal.) 

Some write best first thing in the morning, others late at night.

There are those who like to do a lot of thinking before they put pen to paper – even, in some cases, to go for a walk before they start writing, or to sit and meditate. And of course there are plenty of us now who don't put pen to paper any more, but fingers to keys. 


There are fiction writers who save newspaper cuttings to get inspiration for plots and characters. There are poets who fill notebooks with lists of words that appeal to them. There are people who go out to cafés to write; others who must have their own desk in their own room; others again whose most productive spot is the kitchen table. 

All methods work, but only some of them work for a particular individual. What do you favour?

Please tell me in the comments. 
I'd love to know your thoughts, and read your descriptions of your own processes.


Post-script:


I'm currently (at the time of preparing this post) reading Patti Smith's latest book, Year of the Monkey, and just came to the part where she describes herself and her late friend Sam Shepherd, towards the end of his life, working together on revising a manuscript, '... me reading and transcribing, Sam writing out loud in real time.'

She says: 'There are several changes and new passages which he verbalizes to avoid the struggle of writing by hand.' 


He's in a wheelchair at the time she writes of, and can no longer play his cherished Gibson guitar.

She says: 'Some time ago he told me that one must write in absolute solitude, but necessity has shifted his process.'

That would be a good place, aesthetically and philosophically, at which to end this. But wait, there's more! It's an important more.

'Sam adjusts and seems invigorated by the prospect of focusing on something new.'

Over to you! 


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Friday, November 22, 2019

Wild Fridays: Roving the Web


I'm introducing a new wild card – er, feature – into our Wild Fridays: links to good stuff for writers, which I notice online. It will be very subjective and eclectic; and I trust useful, or at least entertaining. Here is the first one.



I had not heard of Allison Joseph (aka Allison J.) until she posted in a facebook group I’m in:

Many of you know that for decades, I ran the CRWROPPS list-serve. Yahoo has decided to no longer support its Groups function, so CRWROPPS as a list-serve is no longer.
But CRWROPPS the blog is now at
creativewritersopps.blogspot.com


I will be posting several times a week. Thanks for your support!


Apparently a lot of others did know of her, and maybe that includes some of you. I do too, now, having checked out this and her other blogs, and am impressed

At her profile she introduces herself as,'runner, writer, poet, professor'.

The blog she refers to (see link above) is full of all sorts of opportunities you may like to take advantage of – contests, awards and prizes, calls for submissions to various publications....


Please note:

I am constantly thrilled by the high quality of poetry I read in this community, and surprised that you yourselves don’t always seem to realise how good you are. I’ve been a publisher, an editor, a teacher of creative writing at tertiary level – and more recently a slam winner, lol; you can trust me when I say this.

Yes, we are all at different stages of development. I watch some, who are obviously beginners when they join, develop rapidly through our interactions – and surely also from the habit of writing regularly to share here.


So, if you're interested in these opportunities for greater recognition – go for it, do! And keep trying. You DO have what it takes.


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Speaking of people who have what it takes, last night there was another poetry slam in the town where I live. 13-year-old Jasmine (recently featured here) and I were competing again. 

'It's either you or me,' I told her beforehand. 'Between the two of us, we've got it won.' 

Cocky or what? But I was right – even though there were other excellent contestants too (wouldn't want you to think we had nothing much to beat). As it turned out, there was only one point between us (a slightly larger margin than last time). This time, I came second and she won. J




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Friday, November 1, 2019

Wild Fridays: Thought Provokers





















Imagination

We need to review our past to fix the broken cast that we all need to heal
The seal that is always broken that needs to be forespoken
To make everyone awoken
That our imaginations are limitless
If we come together it will be bigger than ever
If we collide as one, when we are done
We can see what we have become

Before one expression can lead to depression
The pressure of being yourself has made you feel left behind.

Being kind is not a self act, it’s a selfless movement
This containment needs to be released as if it was our relief
From our so called ugly self image
Our disapprovals our negative thoughts
I’m not being figurative, the damage of us hurting ourselves
Has changed us as a whole as if someone made the wrong fold.

Now tilt the container.
Do you feel a sense of calmness and relaxation?
As if that fracture has been repaired but left a scar.

If you don’t that’s OK
All you have to remember is time isn’t now and you’ll feel it one day
But sometimes that’s what keeps us going of the fuel to power our minds to steal our sadness away
To conquer our imaginations
Don’t stay how you are now
Work on yourself even if that means bending yourself down to pull others up
Because if we all do that then who will be down?

When you look at your property do you realise that others are living in poverty?

In school there are people who think they are cool
But what they don’t realise is that in a time scale smaller than a cup
Starting from the word 'sup' makes the ones the majority thinks aren’t cool feel lower than a stool.

Don’t be a fool to be proud of someone who is down and think it’s hard
That is how it is now
What we all need and know is that this generation can quickly turn foul.

– By Jasmine Logan


It's a time when the young are speaking up with powerful voices. Sherry gave us a great example in her last 'I Wish I'd Written This', featuring Shane Koyczan on bullying.

I admire the way this poem, too, while deploring the nastiness some young people can engage in, also urges the positive values of kindness and imagination.

Jasmine Logan, pictured sharing this poem at a recent 'Poets Out Loud' event in Murwillumbah, Australia, is 13 – the youngest participant in these local readings. Soon to turn 80, I may well be the oldest. 


A very confident performer, Jasmine came in second to me in one of our recent slams; I beat her by only 0.2 of a point. It was the only slam I've ever been in, so I was pretty chuffed to win; but, until the announcement, I was actually sure she had it won, and I told her so afterwards. Now the oldest and youngest local poets have become friends, and I asked if she would let me share her words here. 

At this stage she is very much writing for performance, so you need to 'hear' the sound and the rhythm as you read her words – or even better, try them aloud.

In the photo, Jasmine is wearing the colours of the Australian Aboriginal flag. I asked her to explain what the t-shirt says, because I was sure that otherwise someone would be bound to ask. She replied:

'Free the Flag', the t-shirt says.

It’s because the Aboriginal artist (Harold Thomas) has sold the flag to a non-Indigenous company who are Aboriginal art frauds. Now they have got rights to use it while everyone else has to pay. We just want to use our flag like every other Australian.


You can read the history of this flag – one of the officially proclaimed flags of Australia – including the situation she mentions, here if you're interested. (I think most Australians are already aware.) I asked her if she would like to say something about being an Indigenous Australian. She said:

Being Indigenous has made me really connected to culture and this land, although it comes with a cost. It is so upsetting to see people climb Uluru and Wollumbin.

[These are sacred mountains; the second is local. The indigenous custodians have recently ended the climbing of Uluru.]

Jasmine also finds it upsetting to contemplate the Stolen Generation.

My cousins were stolen, and my dad, aunties and uncles had to hide in my nan’s house until it was safe.

Here is one of Jasmine's most recent poems, on this subject:

Staring back at me was the Stolen Generation

I looked in the mirror and found a great mystery
Staring back at me was my people's history

Its name was a generation stolen
Sad event with children taken away
Many aboriginals had fallen
Mums are home anxiously every day

Terrified and NO parents of their own
Forbidden to learn about their people
Strange people around, feels like you're alone
Silence all around, besides one beetle

Forced to sing for the boss, they were made slaves
NO dreams, they were made to be maids when they grow
Least they tried, run back because they were brave
Blindfolded taken feels like it is slow

Mixed heritage identity unknown
Imagine that’s you. See! Are your minds blown?



She says: It breaks my heart to know how much racism there is in Australia ALONE, but I’m proud to call myself Indigenous.

May her strong voice be widely heard!



Material shared in this post is presented for study and review. Poems, photos, and other writings and images remain the property of the copyright owners, usually the authors. This photo of Jasmine is © Sarah Temporal 2019.








Note:
Sanaa's 'Wild Fridays' title is too good to waste – even though Sanaa herself won't be using it any more. Instead, she and Magaly will be taking turns to host our Sundays, now that Mary and Sherry have stepped down.

We think the title fits the way all sorts of topics pop up on Fridays, in random order. So we're making it the overall title, now, for all the Friday posts. This banner is Sherry's photo of wild waves in her glorious home environment, used with her permission – an acknowledgment of our original Wild Woman of Poets United! 


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