e.e. cummings #3 or 7

a writer's word new 14th june 2014
e.e. cummings

#3 or 7 part series

poetry, art & sound

Post by jkm

Post Saturday 20th December 2014

Listen to Your Heart – Roxette

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

talking serious (c) jkm 2014

talking serious (c) jkm 2014

Editor’s Corner 101.4

Written by Shawn MacKenzie

Music to the Ear.

“Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it …” … Virginia Woolf

Always remember, never forget: As much as there is rhythm to life, there is rhythm to writing.

shawn scribe-small dragon at deak

In preparation for the challenge of the Editor’s Corner, I have, much as time and stomach allow, perused a cross-section of blogs and self-published novels and short stories. While there are sparks of brilliance out there, I am amazed by the amount of clunky, tin-eared prose out there, replete with stilted dialogue, baroque narratives, and lurky-jerky labyrinths of bad grammar and even worse punctuation. It’s enough to make this editor weep – or at least tear her hair.

‘Can’t these people hear what they’re writing?’ I ask myself. Such a simple question, yet too often the writing gods shake their heads, ‘No.’

For this is the realm of the writer’s ear, of beats and tempo and auditory wonders; and to some of us it can be a down-right scary place. Like a sense of style or musical pitch, it does not come naturally to all of us – and like a virtuoso with perfect pitch, the unerring writer’s ear is rare, indeed. But that doesn’t mean we can’t learn.

Schools used to helped with this. They once taught a great little subject called Rhetoric – how to use words effectively, to move people with eloquence. In my junior-high English classes we would study great speeches, past and present, and discuss how they were constructed and why they worked. Of course, that was forty-five years ago. Sadly, rhetoric is now too often relegated to university classics departments or Sunday morning pundits parsing the relative communication skills of Candidate A vs. Candidate B. (A quick look at the 2012 Presidential campaign makes it abundantly clear which party had the writer’s ear.)

In the absence of such pedagogic aids, it falls to us to be our own teachers. Thanks to the internet, the sonorous writing of the ages is a click away. Familiar and obscure, sites like http://www.americanrhetoric.com and http://www.history.com/speeches let you read and often hear great speeches. And if the speech is too old or little known to merit a YouTube rendition, read the words aloud yourself.

The same applies to prose and poetry. Go to your book shelf and take down your favorite authors and read them aloud. Take your time. Find the music of the work. Note how the words bounce off each other, how the author uses assonance and alliteration, breaks for breath and sounds of silence. Hear how the rhythm serves the story, how the lyric meter of The Great Gatsby, for example, would be totally out of place in Catcher in the Rye, and yet how each is perfect in its own way. How, in the right place at the right time, even discord has a sublime music all its own. Like description, conversation has its rhythms, too, though it is governed not only by the author’s style but by the essential truth of the characters. Read aloud, these truths crystalize: we can hear how dialogue flowing true for Queequeg would sound positively alien coming from Eleanor Dashwood.

Now turn to your own work, and remember: you are a storyteller, with the accent on teller. Your job is to weave a spell with your words. Read your pages as if they were from one of the treasured books on your shelf. Feel the words, their sound, their hue, their weight and balance. See where they live up to your expectations and where they fall short. This is one of the great advantages of a [good] writers’ group, being able to present your work aloud and having other ears pick up on the clunkers to which we’re deaf. (And try not to get defensive. Remember: we all screw up, we all write really awful stuff now and then. A good group is there to help you become a better writer, not just tell you how wonderful you are.)

Finally, jump into the empirical deep end and train your ear in the field. Get up and out and listen to the world around you. Hear how cities churn and villages amble, how region, season, age, even gender all affect the cadence of life and, in turn, the cadence of literature.

From the overarching shape of a story to the choice of every word in every sentence, every mark of punctuation, all are linked, pearls on a string, thrumming together. If we do it right, they linger, echoing deep in the blood where they’re not soon forgot.

Rhythm and Flow  Tara Arnold

Rhythm and Flow Tara Arnold

Language in fiction is made up of equal parts meaning and music. The sentences should have rhythm and cadence, they should engage and delight the inner ear. …Michael Cunningham

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I will try to respond to messages as I am able. At times it may be in the form of a post or a direct email response. Guests who post, I will forward messages addressed to them. It is up to them how they decide to correspond.   — Shawn MacKENZIE – MacKenzie’s Dragonsnest

Opening to Live

implicit imaginative impressions
Rose of Jericho – video

“Opening to Live”

Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Post Saturday 22nd November 2014

 

I am using this beautiful video with a rebirth and music to accompany the poem I am writing and not have written.

Rose of Jericho

Opening to live

Opening to live

An arms moves

The hand engages

The writing begins

Words with meaning

Searching for release

A thought lost

But now found

Inside the mind

Trying to make sense

Out of words

That come together

Communicating

A truth

All who believe

Will try to understand

Meaning

Will it be found

Or become elusive

Take flight

Like a butterfly

Doing its death flight

Never knowing

What is ahead

Do we want

the same privilege

no knowing

keep it to yourself

we will meet the time

when it arrives

not a moment before

isn’t that a relief?

(c) jkm 2014

opening to live (c) jkm 2014

opening to live (c) jkm 2014

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“When the Poison Is Gone a Dagger Will Do”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #61:
“When the Poison Is Gone a Dagger Will Do”

Post 12th May 2014
Poem Written for Private Writings:
Chapter #61- “From Me To You”
Painting - Her Holiness Immortalized by Jk McCormack

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

Her Holiness In Stained Glass - Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

Her Holiness Immortalized – Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“When the Poison Is Gone a Dagger Will Do”
by Madison Taylor
4th November 2008

When the poison is gone
A dagger will do
Love is meant to be true

As feelings are accepted
Emotions lead us toward the subjective
No rational perceptions in here

Why do we carve our hearts?
Love?
Is it really so powerful a drug?
Love?

So blindly accepting our fate
When the poison is gone
A dagger will do

Time to join my beloved
What little of life left here
What love has offered is empty

Broken in pieces
Twisted up with death
Disentangled and blasted by fire

Where do I go from here
All destroyed by delusions not clear
Losing the love I hold dear

Dreams caught us up in the wind
Always needing recreation
Beginning memories at the end

They are more alive when awakened
Careening and leaning out wide
Screaming till the end of the ride

© Madison Taylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

Lonely Is the Unknown Inside Us With No Voice - Jennifer Kiley

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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Private Moments #49: Too High On Love

private moments in paintings & poetry
Too High On Love
Private Moments #49
Poem by Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Post Created 7th February 2014
Posted On Monday 17th February 2014
PRIVATE MOMENTS: PAINTINGS & POETRY

Private Writings: Chapter #49 — Got To Get You Into My Life

'safely dangerous' by madison taylor (c) mtaylor 2008

‘Safely Dangerous’ by Madison Taylor (c) MTaylor 2008

hands reaching out into rain

Too High On Love
by Madison Taylor
8th July 2008

Too high on love
Go smashing
Feel the pounding

Trusting hearts
Drawing closer
Time expanding

Arms covering
Warmth spiraling
Blood arousing

Bodies combining
Spirits crying
High waves surging

Minds touching
Mouths whispering
Fires smoldering

Out of minds
Fantasies flying
Not disturbing

Curiosity soaring
Censors flat-lining
Eliminates controlling

Flesh melting
Skin glowing
Bliss achieving

Too high on love
Climb higher
Depths are expanding

Awaiting the closing

© MTaylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

Maze

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

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“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”
— JkM the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

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Between Worlds

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Between Worlds
By Jennifer Kiley
Painting by Jk McCormack
Created 16th January 2014
Posted On Saturday 8th February 2014
POETRY IN TONE

Between Worlds
By Jennifer Kiley
15th January 2014

Feeling inspiration
Coming through
Guiding my way.

Minds touching mine.
A special mind
Keeps coming in.
Her messages
Bonded into
My thoughts.

The mixture
Created
A clarity
Of color
A depth
Beyond itself

They appeared
As words
Filled
With a
Transcending
Essence.

It is a rush
Of blood
In the brain
It feeds into
The capability
To comprehend
The intangible
Spirit.

Some
Have
The gift
To feel
And hear
The other side
Of imagination.

It takes
Work
To move through
The invisible barrier
Between this world
And the other side
Of the mist.

In
The Maze
Deep
Inside
The mirror.

© JkM 2014

Worlds Between - Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014

Worlds Between – Jk McCormack (c) JkM 2014