Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exercise. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

More reps, more work (in a good way)



A new year, new resolutions.

I love resolutions. I make them at the solstices, the equinoxes, the beginning of the school year—but New Year's Day is the big day for trying to mend, amend, atone, and generally plan improvements.

In the coming year, I want to exercise more and ride my bike more—which requires getting on my bike (it's still dark, it's still cold out).

I also want to exercise my poetry muscles more, or more deeply.

Over the past few days, I've been trying to figure out how.

I thought about trying to take a picture every day and then write about the picture.

I thought about trying to write about food again—hey, I could take a picture of food every day and write about that.

Not bad ideas. Good ways to keep writing. But ultimately, they sound too prescriptive or restrictive—even a bit like busywork.

Then I thought about trying to get to the heart of the poem, each and every poem. How do you do that?

In the past, I've tried setting minimums, saying that each poem should go through at least five revision passes. But those were mostly my tweaky little revisions.

So I thought that maybe I should try at least Five Big Things with each poem. Big Things like taking each stanza and writing a new poem or finding the trap doors and writing from each of them or distilling the poem to its central image and writing a new poem about it every day for ten days (see, these really do sound like exercises—and is that a good thing?) or cutting the poem into separate phrases and playing around with rearranging them or … I've made it up to four.

I'm taken with that notion, and maybe Three Big Things are enough of a start. And some poems seem kind of just done without all of that. But are they?

How do you know when a poem is done? How do you know when you've reached the heart of it?

Friday, December 7, 2007

Today's

Winter comes to rest
The darkest nights of the year
A few clouds, few stars

Yesterday's haiku

Dark as an old hat
Morning hides inside of it
Winter sleeps late


***

Bottle of roses
Bright red beneath a gray sky
Man on his way home

***

These holiday lights
Like moons floating in pastels
Unexpected Spring

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Whoa, Nellie

How did it get to be December already?

What about a poem to memorize?

What about an exercise?

Given the flurry of plans, it isn't such a good time to memorize anything. It is a good time to sing.

For an exercise, something simple. This comes from One Continuous Mistake, by Gail Sher: Write a haiku every day. Take a little moment. Breathe. Write your haiku.

You can get One Continuous Mistake from Amazon or you can probably order it from Open Books.

Monday, November 5, 2007

Poetry reps

It's time for November's exercise.

Did you try writing new poems from a first line? I had fun with it—although, true to form, I kept writing mostly the same poem, just with different line lengths and some small changes. I still need to bust out.

Over the weekend, I took a workshop session on poetry and synesthesia—a joined perception of the senses in which someone might hear in colors or read in tastes. Then we experimented writing poems using the idea of synesthesia—finding ways to describe how the sun tastes or the color of boredom.

For November, I'd like to try writing a poem about thanksgiving or gratitude using synesthesia. What does gratitude sound like or taste like or look like?

Monday, October 1, 2007

Lift that simile (October's exercise)

If September's any indication, this is going to be a terrible year for my poetical fitness.

Did you try the sonnet exercise? Did you have success? I did not do too well, and if my previous pressure's-on sonnet is any indication, this one may take me another 11 months.

Meanwhile, it's October and time for a new exercise. My suggestion:

Take one poem that you've been struggling with and use just the first line to start another poem.

I think I might even start with September's poem again. Something will work.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Back to school

Two of my kids and my husband are all going back to school today. Even though I'm not, I continue to enjoy the rhythm of September. It's a good time to start new endeavors.

To that end, I'd like to kick off a monthly exercise program (poetry, as opposed to situps).

September's exercise:

Take one poem that you've been wrestling with and try writing it as a sonnet. If you feel that you need more than 14 lines, try turning it into multiple sonnets (maybe even linking them).

I'll start with the poem that I posted the other day. If I can pull it off, I'll post the sonnet version toward the end of the month (it will probably take me that long).