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I am happy to feature DiAnne Ebejer on this post. I was interested in hearing more about how writers respond to their differing genres. Here is what DiAnne has to say about poetry!… (Niamh Clune)
Poetry as defined in a simple definition is an imaginative awareness of experience expressed through meaning, sound, and rhythmic language choices, so as to evoke an emotional response. Now we must keep in mind that there are many kinds of poetry, some of which are lyric, metaphysical, narrative, dramatic, confessional, beat, epic, free verse and concrete. Poetry often forms part of introductory courses in creative writing, and for this reason, poetry displays its excellence deep in the grain of language. Prose is written in phrases, often somewhat ready-made phrases, but poetry is individual,crafted in words or syllables. Everything counts – content, story, genre, diction, imagery, metaphor, syntax, rhythm – and nothing shows this interdependence so well as writing poetry.
My particular love affair with poetry began when my father handed me “Shakespeare Arranged For Modern Reading” Edited By Frank W. Cady and Van H. Cartmell. Copyright 1936, Second Edition 1946. I was about 10 years old. I still have the book in all it’s tattered and yellow-paged glory. It was then I started writing little snippets of poetry and stuffing them away in my “portfolio”. I still have many of them and they are worthy of a good chuckle every now and then, when I need one.
Why write poetry you may say? Because it is a superior way to paint the truth.Truth is often hard to say, even harder to say it to the person you would like to say it to. Poetry is a way to break all constraints in life and put your courage on the page, many times without repercussions and/or consequence. Poetry then, is not mere fancy, but an attempt to tell the truth in a full and authentic manner. In many ways philosophy and poetry are much alike.Though their creations are very different, both aim at the truth, but a truth based on different perspectives.
It is my opinion that meaningful poetry needs to be underwritten by experience.That’s why I write all my poetry based on the experiences in my life. On the home page of my poetry web site I make the following introductory statement that speaks to this:
“My writing is not imagined without connection to my life.
My life and my writing are the same thing.
To betray the gap between the two
would be to compromise the soul of the words…
Profoundly repressing the integrity of their meaning”.
However different we may be from other people all over the world, in constructing our own world of thought, insight and artistic creation, we are very much alike. I have found this to be true in the responses I get to my poetry. In a broader sense, the history of art is a search for purpose in an increasingly strange and hostile universe. For much of history poetry was the product of the highly educated, the “leisured” class. Now verse is being scribed by more “pedestrian” poets and I am glad this has come into the mix. I try to write my poetry so that others can understand what I’m saying, no matter how simple it may look or sound. I want others to possibly relate to it, take something away with them from it.
And what of the pitfalls of the Poetry genre? Well, let’s face it…poets are the minority of the publishing kingdom. It is my belief that poetry has the potential to provide a deep insight into all forms of writing and develop into an informed love for all types of literature. I once heard a literary critic say, “poetry is not a gift, it’s an illness”. I always thought that was pretty funny. Secondly, poetry does not usually sell very well. And, poetry is not easy. The medium is a compact one, needing great concentration to read, and even more to write. First attempts are usually not very good. Re-writes usually end up in the waste-basket. It’s terribly frustrating to lose an entire “good thought” poem because you can’t get to the paper fast enough to get it down. Unlike a book….it’s fleeting and the thought escapes in a heartbeat.
However, there is good news…even the most pedestrian effort often lifts someone into a vivid memorable experience, and kindles a response in a reader. That, and that alone is worth a great deal, no, make that a huge deal, in spite of the pitfalls associated with the genre we call poetry.
Now for one of those poems I wrote when I was about 11-12 or so….(just as I found it)
You like to lie here and look up at the sky and drift,
And while you are still drifting – You really come to know yourself.
And you are surprised that your mind becomes so different.
and calm – floating out there with the fresh air.
You just are such a different and much better person
Away from all that faces you here on earth.
But – You must come back – kind of sad.
And now you again smell the fresh clean scent of the summer.
Tho’ the scent is the same – How the times have changed for you.
And as you gaze around at material things – your thoughts drift
with the fresh air into the times gone by that seem so real
You kind of hate to bring yourself back to the ground you are standing on.
You long for the clear thoughts you had
drifting out there in the fresh air.
You long for them down here on the ground
so that your steps would be much smoother.
You wonder why you’ve done the things you’ve done.
dianne denlinger https://sites.google.com/site/diannesscribblespoetry/