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Monday, January 23, 2012

I like these



Here come some examples of things I underline in my literature anthology.  Some are great metaphors, some are beautiful sounding, musical poetry, or nail-on-the-head-hitting similes, or sparkling imagery. Words without a sarcastic edge. Words that do not enjoy shocking readers, but that wish to record life as life is, the best and most useful and most adorable and most interesting parts of life.  Words that, like puddles, reflect life in true and interesting ways:


Sound:

"...where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
   Down to a sunless sea."  -Kubla Khan by Coleridge

Characterization/Personification:

Because I will turn 420 tomorrow
In dog years
I will take myself for a long walk
along the green shore of the lake,
and when I walk in the door,
I will jump on my chest
and lick my nose and ears and eyelids
while I tell myself again and again to get down.
I will fill my metal bowl at the sink
with cold fresh water,
and lift a biscuit from the jar
and hold it gingerly with my teeth.
Then I will make three circles
and lie down at my feet on the wood floor
and close my eyes
while I type all morning and into the afternoon,
checking every once in a while
to make sure I am still there,
reaching down
to stroke my furry, venerable head.

--Care and Feeding by Billy Collins

Imagery:  (this one hits it for me, the fear of time passing too quickly)

"The glacier knocks in the cupboard
The desert sighs in the bed
And the crack in the teacup opens
A lane to the land of the dead"  -As I Walked Out One Evening by Auden

Simile:  (and characterization, so great)

"Papa had said don't be so fast,
you're all you've got.  So she refused
to cut the wing, though she let the boys
bring her sassafras tea and drank it down
neat as a dropped hankie."  -from Summit Beach, 1921 by Rita Dove

Metaphor: (for unrealized dreams)
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

-from Langston Hughes

Metaphor: (for humbleness)

"I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous..."  -From The Love Song of J.A.P. by Eliot

Imagery:

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his chlothes on in the blueblack cold...
...I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

--from Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

Why I Haven't Been Blogging Here

They say Charles Dickens got paid by the word.  If that's true, it's incredible that his writing still turned out so well.

I got a job as a blogger-- not here, but on a health business website.  It pays 2.5 cents per word. 

It's not the kind of writing that I wish I was doing, but I'm happy for the job.  I am staying home with my baby and while he sleeps, I can make a little more grocery money, gas money, paying-for-shoes-and-haircuts-money.

Someday, I hope to write beautiful things.  When I have a moment, I read poems and essays from my Norton Anthology of Literature or my yard sale copies of short stories.  I underline words that hit me, phrases that ring my bell, and I write notes in the margins, even though I might never see that page again. 

The fact is that I am in love with words.  Not any old words, but great metaphors, beautiful sounding musical poetry, nail-on-the-head-hitting similes, and sparkling imagery.  Words without a sarcastic edge.  Words that, like puddles, reflect life in true and interesting ways.  I could read writing like that all day.

So, I'll let you know when I write some!  Until then, I'm blogging about health at 2.5 cents a word.

Mustard Seeds and Words

  This is a mustard tree.  It is not small.  Birds can live here.  People can get shade here.

Guess what it grew from?  A seed so small that it makes a penny look huge.


  These are mustard seeds. 

Jesus gave thought to the size of the seed and the size of the tree.  He said that:

(Matthew 13:31)   The kingdom of heaven is like to a agrain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: Which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the abirds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.

To me, this means that if we have a tiny amount of faith, but it's good and true, it will grow to become something mighty that others can benefit from.

Another time, Jesus said that if we had faith like a mustard seed, we could move mountains and nothing would be impossible to us.

"If ye have bfaith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this cmountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be dimpossible unto you."    --Matthew 17:20.

How does this relate to writing?

Well, mustard seeds are like words.  One word alone isn't strong, but if you string words together, you get ideas that change people, that change history, that change planets.

I do not want to waste any words.  I want to treat them like water-- precious, life-saving, yet plentiful.  I want to treat them like mustard seeds-- small, unintimidating, yet powerful if you nurture them faithfully.