Each Wednesday I’ve been recording a Curiosity Journal to recap the previous week using these tag words: reading, playing, learning, reacting and writing. Now I’m simplifying, to see if I like a slimmed-down version.
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Reading
From Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing, by my friend and colleague L.L. Barkat, Chapter 2: “Let the unrestrained rain of my own life infuse my writing. Let the me-I-am-right-now simply be” (18). L.L. has done it; on each page of Rumors, she offers life-infused writing that I take in with as much delight as L.L. drank down mint-and-lemon-infused ice water one afternoon at a nearby farm. Be refreshed, she seems to say. In fact, L.L. goes so far as to invite us all, as writers, to be free…free to be the me-I-am-right-now in our own work.
In Chapter 3, she recognizes lack of symmetry in her life and in her book, but decides, at least with her book, to embrace it. After an interaction with her daughter, L.L. decides that there will be a purple moth in every chapter of the book—or, of course, the metaphorical equivalent. She points out that Natalie Goldberg’s writing books break the rules of symmetry generally accepted in the publishing world; if there any symmetry in them at all, L.L. observes, it is the symmetry of Natalie. Like the purple moth that L.L. resolves to include in her chapters, L.L. also throws onto each page of Rumors that unmistakable me-I-am-right-now. Indeed, L.L. Barkat shows up everywhere, bright and brilliant as a purple moth sipping mint-and-lemon ice water.
True to her word, L.L. invites moths into Chapter 4—actual moths, not metaphorical. While doing laundry in the basement, she encounters food moths hovering near the bags in which she stores some of her grains and legumes. She surveys the laundry and the food moths and says, “There is nothing here for me…There is nothing here for me.” She blows across a capful of laundry soap to form a bubble, hoping for iridescent inspiration, but it is short-lived. The bubble pops, and she thinks there is nothing for her. But there is something: There is, quite clearly, the laundry and the moths, which she has invited onto the page. But, maintaining an idealistic mindset throughout, she nevertheless waits for more. She anticipates the arrival of ideas, poetry, and music. It will come. She knows it, and she wants the reader to know it, too. It won’t take long.
On an outing described in Chapter 5, it comes to her: Inspiration. Her girls beg her to come with them to a nearby farm, where L.L. discovers color, smells, and foods with names that become a wealth of words to work with—the very writing inspiration she was waiting for in her basement. Writing starts with living, she says, which sometimes snatches a writer out of her chair and off to a farm, dragged along by others who have such an intense passion for something that they change up our days to include the unexpected.
Food words continue to inspire in Chapter 6, where a particular bean takes center stage as L.L. models a make-do attitude…because sometimes writers have to use what they have on hand, especially if a purple moth has gobbled up every other ingredient typically needed to get the job done. Just as we should feel free to cook creatively, substituting one bean or spice or vegetable for another, so can writers write creatively, using what we have, not constrained by conventional wisdom and methods. We should always, however, have a few ideas in the hopper. “This is the secret of the prolific writer,” she advises. “To agree to use small beans and the ingredients at hand” (34).
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My responses to the first chapter of Rumors of Water can be found here. More reaction yet to come.
Playing
Many years ago I read the book The New Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain: A Course in Enhancing Creativity and Artistic Confidence (I actually had an older copy without “The New” in the title), by Betty Edwards. She teaches people more than basic drawing techniques—she teaches people to see. Contour drawings and flipping a piece of art upside down to copy—those exercises and more helped me realize how I had previously been drawing without really seeing what was there. Edwards helped me study the shapes, lines and curves, even the empty spaces, to begin to see. Then I could begin to create more accurate, realistic work as a beginner and move toward more sophisticated work in the future.
I’ve been recalling those concepts and will be prowling through the house hunting for the book. I think it’s on a shelf in the basement, not far from where I’d stuck the sketchbooks and pencils.
I want to keep playing around.
Learning
I may be playing with art, but I want to be working on my writing, and learning. I noted this tweet from L.L. Barkat:
Yes, I highly recommend reading a poem a day to become a much more powerful writer. http://fb.me/1oUkxdiyV
A poem a day. I figure I have enough poetry books lying around to read a poem a day for the rest of my life.
Just after our family visited the art museum, I pulled a collection of Wordsworth poems from the shelf and read this:
The Solitary Reaper
by William Wordsworth
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?–
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate’er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;–
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
Reacting
One of my daughters had her wisdom teeth removed. I am relying on the kitchen timer to send me back and forth to the freezer for ice packs, which she holds to her cheeks for 20 minutes at a time to reduce swelling.
Writing
It is not easy to write in the midst of ice pack deliveries, but some days life has symmetry…and some days it doesn’t. Some days you just work with what you’re given and turn out what you can.
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Credits:
Work Cited: Barkat, L.L. Rumors of Water: Thoughts on Creativity & Writing. Ossining, NY: T.S. Poetry Press, 2011. Print.
Photos: Images by Ann Kroeker. All rights reserved.
Hi Ann, I was looking for spaghetti pancake recipes, when I stumbled upon yours.Thanks. Then I saw a bit of your writing ideas like ‘Curiosity journal’ and wanted to say, it must have been a purposeful stumble. Although I havent checked out much yet, I am very interested in learning more about your work and how I can too, practice what you’re sharing and find a healing path, for me and mine, (through writing)… thanks again. Bonnie
Bonnie, I’m delighted that your search for spaghetti pancake recipes led you to me, and here we are! So kind of you to leave this encouraging note, and I hope that you stop in more often. You’re always welcome here!
I hope your girl feels better with fewer teeth.
Reading your words about Rumors makes me want to pull it out again, savor. I can’t believe I had forgotten about the purple moth. And I have to agree about poetry making for better writing. I need to get back to reading some. I feel more a like a bean collector these days than a poet.
I’m collecting some images and phrases from the poetry, like beans, I suppose, for future elaboration and inspiration.
And my daughter has not enjoyed the post-op care required, but it will possibly make her a more compassionate health care employee sometime. She’s thinking of becoming a nurse, so I hope she makes the most of this experience and the memory that locks in.
Ouch – Having teeth pulled is never fun! Hope pretty girl is doing better.
We were kind of nervous about the anesthesia (not completely under but a “twilight” drug was administered), but all appeared to go well. Thank you for your kind words–I’ll pass them along to the patient! 🙂
I started my blog-through of Rumors today. That free-to-be-the-me-I-am-right now–clinging to that.
When my kiddos had their wisdom teeth out, I put ice in the toes of toe socks, tied the socks together, and draped them over their head. They looked like pitiful bunnies, but iced both sides at once. Hope your girl is feeling better!
I’ve got to get over and see what you’re doing with Rumors!
And LOVE the ice-in-toe-sock idea, Sandra. That was brilliant!
Thanks for that Van Gogh detail! I’ve been wanting to learn more about him. May I ask which art museum?
I LOVE to get close and see his texture. That piece is hanging in the Indianapolis Museum of Art.
I heard a report on NPR that someone has written a rich biography about him, a new release, that sounds fascinating. Perhaps start with that?
I think this is it, though it looks expensive. Perhaps ask your library to order it! http://www.npr.org/books/titles/141751498/van-gogh-the-life
OK, thanks!