In Motion: Bellingham, Poetry, San Juan Islands, Ted Talks

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Monday, June 25, 2012

Poetry Warm Up


Last Saturday I attended a class taught by Wendy Call "Self-Editors Toolkit: Improve Your Own Prose" at the Chuckanut Writers Conference.  During the class she had us do a fun poetry practice game or warm up.  Thought I would share it with you here.  I enjoyed doing this, perhaps you will also.  I find that warm ups like this loosen up the mind and place our thoughts in a good working space. 

First- draw 2 boxes that are shaped like the formats you prefer to use when you write poems.  For example- a long thin rectangle or a wide square.

Step one/first box:  write a short poem to someone close to you.  This will be like a letter to a close loved one or friend, share with them something that you believe in  This will be called "Poem A"

Step two/second box:  write a short poem to a person who is far away, physically or otherwise.  Introduce yourself not using your name & mention something about traveling.  This will be called "Poem B"

Step three:  combine the lines, writing a new "combo" poem, only fudging the verbiage slightly so to help the poem gently in this fashion: 

1st line A
1st line B
2nd line A
2nd line B
A
B
A
B
(etc)


Here is what I came up with:

Poem A
To my son, about the night we sat around our chiminea one warm summer evening:

UFO Pilots

I believe
in the stars
that moved
above the
chiminea

Planes do not
zig like
those stars
zagged
that night

Many missed
the dance
in the sky
while they
pondered
the flames
before
them


Poem B
To an unknown/future friend:

Table Setting

I wear spit up
proudly on my shoulders,
hand print of spaghetti sauce
covers my back pocket

Preparing a dinner
while mothering three,
a place setting I set for you,
my friend far away

Tonight you dine with us
and the miles shorten
so salt can be passed
one hand to another


COMBO:

I believe
I wear the spit up
of stars
proudly on my shoulders,
watching them move like
hand prints of spaghetti
above our chiminea,
slipping into the back pocket
of my memory



Enjoy!
Please also check out Wendy's web site for more helpful ideas and inspiration:
http://www.wendycall.com/






Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Poetry: Moon Spell



Peace has left
the green house
with Iris by the door

Cast out by the Walking Witch
whose heart is charcoal black

Warts and the summer moon
bear witness to her dance outside
the garden gate

"Manifest!", she cries casting her spell
Moonlight jumping on extended arms
as they stir her cauldron sky

Curse without cause can not fly-
Fly it does from her fingers end
like sparks off the blacksmith's forge

Children's laughter sing like sirens
Pain plays the vocal cords changing the song
Those with ears to hear pick up the tune
Moaning prayers sing response
moves across the ground like fog

"Flame of love turn to fire
Flames at the windows
Flames at the door
Leave the house
pass by the Iris
NEVERMORE!"

Friday, June 15, 2012

Poetry: Graduation

Student:

The average person gets 432 haircuts in their lifetime
For you I wonder- too many, or not enough?
Regardless, you will not like most of them

Every seven years your skin is completely renewed
From scalp to toes
A new birthday suit is knitted

You will use at least 150 toothbrushes
from baby teeth or wisdoms,
and swallow just as many spiders
or so the legend goes...


All useless statistics.
The valuable questions are:

How many haircuts until you find yourself?

How much skin must be shed before
it's thick enough to stand up in battle?

How many spiders must be swallowed
before humbleness stains the lips?

Only you know. 
I ask myself these questions today.

There are many questions.

However, when you find an answer
Your eyes will recognize it.
That day your heart will ring true!
Bells sounding across your id,
Oh, that cavernous landscape of echos!

We graduate many times, not just today.
May you celebrate each one
May you love life and all its folly
May you walk upright and with purpose

You have made it this far
I promise you, it will only get better.







http://dreamhawk.com/body-and-mind/every-seven-years-you-change/

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

This Side of Paradise

Times change, they always do, it is no surprise- but are you ready for it this time? 

Since I was 15 I have always been able to find employment.  Between 1990 and 1993, however, thanks to a working husband, I was able to stay home and raised my kids.  In 1993, when I was looking to return to the work force I sought out a part-time/evening job at a local mall.  I found work and the shift I needed without any problem at a kitchen appliance store.  That time in my life we lived in North Bend Washington, a small city just off  I-90 set in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains.  North Bend is the last/first town  on your way through the mountain pass.  This small town with a population of about 5,000 people hosts few restaurants, an outlet mall and gas stations making it a great pit-stop for travelers.  Thanks to the booming retail and restaurant industry in the 90's I was employed for many years while I worked on my degree. 

One day I approached my boss with a request for Sunday/Mondays off.  My request was denied.  It was important to my home life that I get these two days off in a row to help accommodate child care.  Without blinking an eye, I took a walk around the mall and applied to three other stores that had "Help Wanted" signs (remember those).  One place, a leather store, hired me on the spot, and for fifty cents more an hour! At the end of my shift, I gave my notice to the appliance store. There was no worry in my mind that I would be able to find a job with the schedule I wanted, I was more concerned that another person might snatch it up before me.  Those day of jobs-a-plenty are over.

Since 2008 I have been laid off three times.  It's no fun and I don't appreciate it.  I stick my tongue out at this sour economy!  *blah*  Recently I saw a video about a real estate agent from Arizona who was unemployed.  She mentions that she was down to cashing out her last IRA to pay her rent.  I wish I was that lucky!  How close is the middle class from becoming homeless or permanent renters in our nation this year?

The recession will force 1.5 million more people into homelessness over the next two years, according to estimates by The National Alliance to End Homelessness. In a 2007 study by the The National Alliance to End Homelessness, Washington ranks in the top ten states with the highest rates of homelessness.

Visual changes have made their way to my city. The first neighborhood I moved to when I came to Bellingham seeking work was Broadway Park off Cornwall Avenue.  It's an affluent neighborhood where toned husbands stroll their children on the sidewalks while little hot mamas jog in packs of two.  After living there for three months it dawned on me that everyone around that part of town was beautiful.  It felt like I was living in the (original) Star Trek episode 24, "This Side of Paradise" where the crew lands on a planet full of healthy, flourishing colonist that never grow old.  I had yet to see any homeless people in my part of town.  I asked a neighbor jokingly, "I'm new to Bellingham, and was wondering where do you keep all the ugly people?"  This may sound harsh, but I just wasn't use to living in such a lovely place.  It felt like the whole world was happy, healthy and loved!  That was 2010. 

Two years later, as I drive around town, I can't help but notice more homeless people on the corners.  These are not your typical homeless types.  I'm seeing students, and working class folks asking for some change.  Alcohol induced crime seems to also be on an increase in Bellingham.  In the last three Cascadia Weeklys, a local newspaper, it seems there are more stories where a drunk person walks into a strangers home mistaking it for theirs. This says two things to me:  people still feel the crime in town is low enough that they don't need to lock their front doors and, that more people are turning to an easily accessible drug to escape reality. 

Seeing a homeless person on the street pings a new place in my heart these days.  They lean up against a building of commerce, legs stretched out into the sidewalk, creating a human speed bump, an obstacle to walk around.  Questions: Are they like a pit no one wants to fall into?  Are they visual reminders that one day, if you don't play your cards right you could end up there?  Are you prepared to be laid off 5 or 10 years before retirement after putting 10-20 years into a company?   How is your debt to income ratio?
Lee Jeffries "Homeless" 

 Corporations are all about making a profit.  That is what they are designed to do.  It's like asking if a lion eats meat.  With the large amount of workers in the market, companies do not need to pay workers a wage that is competitive to keep them.  It is a employers market.  We are now working slaves.  Decent performance may keep our jobs only for as long as the employer needs us; we are disposable.  The moral obligation of corporations to pay Americans a decent wage so the worker can raise a family, own a house and two cars is as out of date as a teenager listening to the radio- why would they? 


This poem popped into my mind a few mornings back:

I: The Beginning of Insanity

"Tick, Tick" went the brain
Fuse is blown, not easy to replace
Confusion and clarity enter
Eggs fold in cake batter
Eyes open in denial
Filth has risen up around her, overnight

Empty pockets- no keys
car keys, house keys, mail keys
Body presses against a brick wall
Surrender to the forces of nature
Arms fling upward like white flags
Baggy clothes hide a sick frame

Sitting on the sidewalk
Like crumpled garbage
tossed out of a moving car
Back to the wall, built to support business
the concrete track carries people.
Did both let her down?
Paths once straight
now a hard couch,
now an unmade bed
for far too many

II: Graphic

My line graph reads:
"Power to the Corporations"
Margin to the left points to the sky
Labeled below: "Time" stretches right
toward a dark future.
Our lady's figure mark the points
High at the head
Bent at the waist
Peak at he knees
Tapered at the feet

The title of my graph
"Hope in America"
A blood red line
falls
staggers
down
down
down

http://www.cascadiaweekly.com/
http://www.pbs.org/now/shows/526/homeless-facts.html