Last month I looked at My 2007 professional website using Wayback Machine. Today let’s look at what had transformed into by 2009.
When my mom and I were at the Disney Museum I saw this quote I loved:
And I thought of it again when we came across this outdoor art display of “first loves” because my eye immediately landed on the Nancy Drew answer (which was one of my favorite childhood reads):
What was your first love?
I was recently looking through the courses that are offered in the Women’s Spirituality degree program at my school (CIIS). There are three related courses offered related to the power of women in the arts. I thought I’d share some of the names of the creative, spiritual women and their works that are highlighted in those course descriptions.
Women’s Visionary Fiction
- Isabel Allende
- Mary Mackey
- Ella Deloria
- Maxine Hong Kingston
I’ve read some of Allende’s work and love it and want to read more, including her newest book Ripper: A Novel. I’m embarassed to say that I don’t think I’ve read any of Kingston’s full works and I’ve never even heard of the other two women – something I intend to remedy ASAP.
Women’s Visionary Poetry
Yesterday I shared a poetry fragment from a found but forgotten notebook. Here are three more unedited, unnamed pieces from that same time:
Half drunk by the bedside
As she begins to crush strawberries between her thighs
Orange cat insults master
Bringing natural actions into constructed domain
Music dances across the room
The creepy man had said to her,
“if that’s music tattooed on your leg your boyfriend could learn to play guitar across your thigh”
And though he’s not, her boyfriend that is,
the friendly boy’s guitar notes
skitter along her legs
And his apologies for the simplicity of his creation seem ludicrous for their complexity
He confesses that he no longer even wants her in his bed
And she laughs at this because now she no longer wants to fight being there
It’s all a game and the climax would be anti-climactic now
The build-up from the pressure of the chase and run is the point
Like playing Russian roulette,
Sitting for hours with the gun in your mouth,
thoughts teasing through your busy head and then blast!
And you’re still there
gun in hand in mouth
Realization of empty chamber seeping in
And now what? Nothingness.
Life continues to on
Never as intense as it was before the game’s outcome was learned
She doesn’t want to know how they end
So she runs from pursuit
Vanity drips down her spine
And she arches her back from the coolness of it
Alarm bell rings and she wants to tickle him into morning
Says instead, “it’s time to leave” with a groan
And his not yet sends her to the couch to write the sun up
She sits on wooden staircase to watch Venus rise in the East
She finds faces in the bluegrey clouds of early morning
Sitting behind her, he eyes the cloud she calls a lizard and censors her ideas
Rooster crows and rabbit runs away
This is their existence
Going through old papers I found this …
eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes
thinking that if I stared at you intensely enough,
I could see through me
Blue wraps its way around the night,
winding skin around skin around skin around kiss
moments magically touched by motion
desire devours days
and I stare at you, eyes closed
I watch you and can’t see me
except for those brief seconds when all I see in you is in me
Interconnection interfaced around interlocked bodies
You sleep and I dream you into existence
When you close your eyes I watch you awaken
And when you wake I dream that you are sleeping inside of me
I dream every breath I take is your heartbeat
And every heartbeat I feel is you breathing
Emotions wrap their way around intentions
I wanted to detach until your detachment drew me in
Eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes
Are we seeing anything?
This is an excerpt from The Museum of the Lord of Shame, a chapbook by Gary Rosenthal, which he describes in part on his website:
“Not everything in the soul is sweetness and light. This poem evokes that part of the soul that often presents the first major initiation in inner work.”
Back in March 2012 I mentioned reading, and enjoying, Veronica Roth’s book Divergent. The book is the first in a trilogy and is on its way to becoming a movie now. And lately I’ve been doing some articles about Divergent for a fun fan page. I thought I’d share a few of the things I’ve written about …
The Five Factions
I enjoyed writing an article explaining the basics of each of the five factions that make up the community in Divergent. I also created some art for the article:
Each of the five factions in the book wears a specific type of clothing described by author Roth. The main faction of the protagonist is a goth/punk inspired faction with lots of black and tattoos while the peacful faction (amity) is a hippie-loving bohemian faction that wears a lot of red and yellow. Learn more about Divergent Fashion.
I had a really fun time going through the blog of author Veronica Roth and finding out the secrets she shared about herself before she became a famous author. In another post I wrote about the fact that the author is working on a series of digital short stories about the character of Four from Divergent.
The Main Character
Main character Tris is an interesting and complex teenager. I loved doing a post rounding up various readers’ thoughts about her.
(a word tag cloud I created with the words people use most about Tris)
I was interviewed a few months ago by awesome businesswoman Sylvia Browder. She asked me lots of great questions about my book, Crochet Saved My Life, as well as my take on the writing life. Let me share two of my interview questions/ answers here with you today to give you a sense of how I see my writing life:
Syvlia asked, “Is there a special place that you prefer when you write?”
I answered, “I prefer writing in my own home. I initially thought I’d love the freedom of the writer’s life in the sense that I’d be able to write anywhere. That’s certainly true to an extent but the truth is that I tend to work best when I’m alone in my own space. I get too distracted trying to work on vacation, in relatives’ homes or in coffee shops.”
Sylvia also asked, “Do you have any advice for other writers?”
What I said was, “Writing is a really solitary activity but there has to be a balance. It is definitely important to take time to yourself to hear your inner voice and get it down on the page. However, you also need to have many experiences out and about with other people to be able to relate to them and keep on going productively in your work. Plus, when it comes time to market your book, you’re going to need each and every one of those people you know to help you spread the word! So strive for a balance!”
I’m curious how other writers feel about this balance between the solitary introspective part of the writing life and the need to be a social creature in the world for both creative reasons and business reasons. Share your thoughts in the comments below!
“In a world where the narrative is so often one of fear and anger and doubt. More love would be better. In the face of those about whom you care deeply dying or moving on. More love would be better. In the uncertainty of yourself, your appearance, your abilities, your wisdom. More love would be better.”
That’s an excerpt from a terrific post from Hannah Coakley at @rebelletweet. The post is all about the idea that sometimes it is scary to love but even so more love would be better. It’s about taking risks. It’s about exposing our humanity and honoring the humanity in others. It’s a great post; read it here.