Howdy Campers, & Happy Poetry Friday! (The link to this week's PF host, my poem, and a reminder of our latest book give away are below.)
Today, we in the TeachingAuthors treehouse begin tackling the topic: If/how the season affects our writing/work plans/schedule.
Hmm. For me, it's not about how the season of summer affects my writing, but how campaign seasons affect it.
photo by April Halprin Wayland 2007 |
That's how it used to be. But after the November 2016 election, AIC members asked us to keep working for our children's futures.
What does this mean for my writing? I still write a poem a day, but now, just 100 days from November 6th, my books have gone "to the back of the bus." Argh.
But there's good news, too. To combat my fury/fear/foreboding while working for change, I've been reading Alison McGhee's inspiring and poetic blog posts, reading the marvelous book, World Enough & Time: on Creativity and Slowing Down by Christian McEwen (actually listening to—the author narrates it in a soothing voice with an English accent), listening to less news and more music.
Ah, music! As a longtime folk music fan, I've discovered and fallen in love with this anthem to peace by Woody Guthrie, which his son Arlo Guthrie put to music as Woody was dying:
MY PEACE
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Arlo Guthrie
My peace my peace is all I’ve got
that I can give to you
My peace is all I ever had
that’s all I ever knew
.
I give my peace to green and black
to red and white and blue
my peace my peace is all I’ve got
that I can give to you
.
My peace, my peace is all I’ve got
it's all I've ever known
My peace is worth a thousand times more
than anything I own
.
I pass my peace around and around
‘cross hands of every hue;
my peace, my peace is all I’ve got
that I can to give to you
...........................................................................................................
I decided to imitate this song for my daily poem. "How hard can it be?" I thought, "It's so dang simple."
So I broke it down to figure out what form Woody used (the letters at the start of each line indicate the rhymes):
A My peace my peace is all I've got
B that I can give to you
C my peace
B
.
D xx my peace
B
A my peace my peace is all I’ve got
B that I can give to you
.
A My peace, my peace is all I’ve got
E
F My peace
E
.
G xx my peace
B
A my peace, my peace is all I’ve got
B that I can to give to you
I have a new appreciation of Woody's songs that often sound simple.
As writer Lillian Ross said: The act of a pro is to make it look easy. Fred Astaire doesn't grunt when he dances to let you know how hard it is. If you're good at it, you leave no fingerprints.
Soooo...here's my imitative poem—still a muddy draft. (originally the last line was in winter, spring and fall I wrote this note to myself about it: The repeated line does not deserve to be the last line.)
THIS PIECE I'VE WRITTEN (after Woody Guthrie's THIS PEACE)
by April Halprin Wayland
.
This piece, this piece is all I've made
but I must heed its call
this piece has taken all my days
although I know it's small
.
this piece is gathered from the fields
and from a waterfall
This piece, this piece is all I've made
but I must heed its call
.
This piece, this piece is all I've made
it's raw, uncivilized
this piece I wrote, then put away
it hadn't crystalized
.
I'm feeling brave I'll share it now
(if I can read my scrawl)
this piece, this piece is all I've made
but I must heed its call
.
poem (c)2018 by April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved.
And so, while fighting the good fight, I am led to listen to, read books by, and try to emulate people who are kind, civilized and articulate.
Thank you for reading this, Campers. And what about you? Do you have looser/different goals in certain seasons, or are you pretty consistent year-round?
And don't forget TeachingAuthors' drawing for a chance to win an autographed copy to HP? WHO'S HE? by Patricia Karwatowicz, which ends August 3rd! Details on Carmela's post.
posted with hope by April Halprin Wayland with help from Monkey, Eli and everyone who does good work.
Soooo...here's my imitative poem—still a muddy draft. (originally the last line was in winter, spring and fall I wrote this note to myself about it: The repeated line does not deserve to be the last line.)
THIS PIECE I'VE WRITTEN (after Woody Guthrie's THIS PEACE)
by April Halprin Wayland
.
This piece, this piece is all I've made
but I must heed its call
this piece has taken all my days
although I know it's small
.
this piece is gathered from the fields
and from a waterfall
This piece, this piece is all I've made
but I must heed its call
.
This piece, this piece is all I've made
it's raw, uncivilized
this piece I wrote, then put away
it hadn't crystalized
.
I'm feeling brave I'll share it now
(if I can read my scrawl)
this piece, this piece is all I've made
but I must heed its call
.
poem (c)2018 by April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved.
And so, while fighting the good fight, I am led to listen to, read books by, and try to emulate people who are kind, civilized and articulate.
photo by April Halprin Wayland 2017 |
And that's how this season has affected my writing.
Thank you for reading this, Campers. And what about you? Do you have looser/different goals in certain seasons, or are you pretty consistent year-round?
And don't forget TeachingAuthors' drawing for a chance to win an autographed copy to HP? WHO'S HE? by Patricia Karwatowicz, which ends August 3rd! Details on Carmela's post.
Thank you, Catherine, for hosting today at Reading To The Core!
posted with hope by April Halprin Wayland with help from Monkey, Eli and everyone who does good work.