13: Field Notes
1. Poetry lives outside the confines of academic convention or techno-logic mass-production. It’s not house-broken.
2. I recently did one better than William Stafford. He encouraged his students to write a poem a day, and when they thought it would be too much work, he suggested that they “lower their standards.” Saturday night, I decided I wanted a poem to share on Sunday’s Poet’s United poetry forum, so, I surprised myself by writing one in less than an hour.
3. I’d be happy if I could write one poem a week.
4. This morning Joe was singing the Beatles song to me ‘you know my name, look up my number’ to me, to which I responded ‘number nine.’
5. Yesterday I went shopping for clothes and was at a disadvantage because I don’t like jeans with holes, tears or butterfly appliques on them, and I don’t like tops with one sleeve missing.
6. In his last interview, Tom Petty compared songwriting to fishing: “It’s kind of a lonely work because you just have to keep your pole in the water. I always had a little routine of going into whatever room I was using at the time to write in, and just staying in there until I felt like I got a bite.”
7. A friend on Facebook posted, “I like virtually all Queen songs that aren’t played at sporting events and in gyms,” to which I responded, “I hated every time they play Jeremiah was a Bullfrog at weddings.”
7. “And some of us on Facebook know more than we should about each other,” said at a weekend wedding party where I ran into lots of old friends.
8. Till the Cows Come Home is HERE.
9. We Had a Party at our House HERE.
10. Love That Moon HERE.
11. Each day’s writing was like a journal entry, field notes from the trenches of grief’s frontline. I let myself trust my own stream of consciousness, trust that each separate story would become part of something whole, just as I hoped I would be again. – From the Introduction to The Jim and Dan Stories, the book I wrote in 2001 about losing two of my brothers a month apart that was used in a grief and loss class for counselors at Radford University.
12. Can you write a poem on a deadline? / Like your life depended on it? / In a noisy café? / Like William Stafford? / In every room in the house? / There is no instruction / No paycheck or pink slip / There is no score / and no demand for it … Read the rest of How To HERE.
13. Could poetry be the shadow of matter like the moon is a reflective muse to the sun’s glare?
___________Thirteen Thursday
October 12th, 2017 1:34 am
Jim and Dan sing karaoke?… Many of us in my part of Southeast Asia can relate. Somehow I think celebrating the lives of departed loved ones makes the pain of losing them easier to bear.
October 12th, 2017 5:35 am
used to love to see the cows come home nightly ,peaceful somehow
October 12th, 2017 8:46 am
Re #4:
I tried to call Joe. I had to look up his number. I couldn’t find a listing. The closest thing I could find was Jenny at 867-5309
October 12th, 2017 9:43 am
Try 634-5789 and ask for Wilson. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=My2apquxKKQ
October 12th, 2017 2:44 pm
Love reading your posts Colleen..#5 is something i can relate to 🙂
October 12th, 2017 6:04 pm
Awe, Ron took my number. Of course, there is also Love Potion Number 9.
I wonder what would happen if you drank the potion and then called the number.
October 13th, 2017 9:28 am
I love that you have wedded your word sense into a lovely form. Many a poet has died leaving no trace. It’s ok, really, as a song trace remains in the heart of those who knew it was in them.
Don’t stop writing.