What if I Was Related to Blackbeard?

As a child, I was fascinated by Blackbeard, Edward Teach, the dread pirate, haunting the Graveyard of the Atlantic -yar-. I think this was long before I understand much about genetics, genealogy etc because I hoped somehow I could be related to Blackbeard, somehow by association I would be famous.

Is there something in all of us that makes us hope for a little bit of fame?  I also liked to act out plays when I was a kid and for years thought I might actually try to go into acting.  Who hasn’t practiced their Oscar acceptance speech? You haven’t? It is pretty funny so you should try it!

Maybe some of it, for me, was growing up in such a rural area where there just weren’t many people of national note.  Sure we had a big sign up mentioned the home of Jim “Catfish” Hunter but I never saw his name on TV, so how was he famous?

My brushes with fame were so small, tiny parts in school plays, I met Wolfman Jack once when he came into the resturant where my mother was working. Someone had told me we might be somehow related to him.  He was a nice burly man and I reveled in that for a while, but then I’d just go back to dreaming that I’d be the kid that Wayne Newton came to give a dog too . . . but wait, if that story is true, your other dog had to die. So . . . er maybe not? But supposedly he did own an “estate” (if you can call the old plantation homes that anymore) in the area of coastal carolina where I grew up. Rumors!

All this thought about “fame” is funny coming from me, I’m introverted and I’m a poet who published an online zine.  What kind of fame would ever come of that?

Any is doubtful.

But, I don’t really crave the limelight anymore.  Yet, I can’t help craving a little bit of recognition from time to time. A little poem here published.  A little applause at a reading I give.  Just the little bits. Hopefully they are enough to keep me moving along and creating, cause last night when I thought about the sheer number of unpublished poems I had, it seemed insurmountable. I guess I don’t think in book length projects well, yet, if I want any notable poetry recognition that is what it would be for — a full length book.

Why do I want the recognition? Mainly cause I’d like to teach people, but you have to have credibility for people to want you to teach them. Funny huh :)

Maybe Blackbeard could have taught me the best way to braid my hair. Yar Har Har

Define: Womanhood

When I was a kid, I was a self-proclaimed tomboy.  Who knows where I even first heard the word, but it fit into how I defined being a tomboy.  I liked to climb trees.  I could beat up boys my age (that 5th grader who knocked me down when I was in 3rd was not a fair fight!) I also enjoyed racing cars across the bedroom floor, but I also had dolls.  I especially loved stuffed animals.

When I decided to write about the whole idea of the word “tomboy” and gender identity, on the small scale, I did some quick googling.  The most interesting site I found was the Online Etymology Dictionary which lists the first instance of the word as below:

tomboy Look up tomboy at Dictionary.com
1553, “rude, boisterous boy,” from Tom + boy; meaning “bold or immodest woman” is attested from 1579; that of “girl who acts like a spirited boy” is first recorded 1592.

Because of course girls had to be mild and quiet, had to put their hands on their head and faint at the sight of a bug (or for me a lizard. UGH!), but who said?

The wikipedia article talks about tomboyishness being linked to liking technology or sports and also to lesbianism. Nice wikipedia, that is what you primarily latch onto? Way to make it even harder for girls to figure out who they are and what they want.

Which brings me to this really good graphic novel I just read.  SKIM.  I picked it up at AWP because I was drawn in by the cover.  I didn’t pick it up my first day because I was worried about having to carry it home, it is a largish hard back book with a dust cover that I wouldn’t want to damage, but when I saw it again on the last day I got it. And I got the last copy they had there!
While this isn’t a book for everyone, I found it very compelling and beautifully drawn.  it follows Skim, a girl in an all girl’s school in Toronto during about a year of high school.  There are mature themes but it feels very true to the high school experience and the whole annoyance with trying to figure out who you are.  What labels will Skim give herself?

I still kind of think of myself as a tomboy.  I’m still not particularly fond of dresses, although once in a while it is fun to dress up.  I like to watch video games but I also like to get my eyebrows done.

I like balance :) And writing this makes me think, again, about going back to school.  I considered getting a second Master’s in Women’s/Gender Studies or pursuing a PhD in that route.  Boy then I’d be even less marketable!

Video Tuesday

First, we have a new poem up at “Shape of a Box.”

If you want to read the text with the poem then click here.

If you just want glorious video then see below:

Next, was a condensed version of the 4-21-09 Charlotte Writers Club meeting where Dannye Romine Powell gave a great talk, reading and participated in Q & A as well as a book signing:

Thirdly, me babbling the day away in my weekly vlog: (this one was slow to load so cone back if YouTube says it isn’t available, it will be shortly

And fourthly, why not another poem since National Poetry Month is almost done:

Mispronunciation is Fun

Mispronunciation just in itself, is funny.  Think of the stereotypical “foreigner” mispronouncing some seemingly easy word. Think of yourself saying the same word wrong for years and suddenly someone finally tells you you were saying it wrong, or wait, does that only happen to me?

I grew up in a very rural area of Northeastern North Carolina so I came away with some thick Southern ways to say words like breakfast (bree-fuss) and water (war-ter) but even beyond those, I think it can be quite funny the words out there that we don’t bother to think about which, to my mind, leads to its own mispronunciation/misinterpretation.

One I remember in particular was the sign “Ped Xing” that was outside of my elementary school. I never said it out loud, that I can recall, but I would say “ped zing” in my head.  Never really thinking about it until I actually saw some kids walking across the street there…oh wait…Ped Xing is short for Pedestrian Crossing. I was about 10 when this realization came to me.

Or think of jingles.  The one that got me for a long time was “Every Kiss begins with Kay” boy that will get stuck in  your head.  Until, at like 30 something, I said “hmm..the word Kiss does begin with K” to which someone (he who shall not be named) almost busted a gut laughing.  Well, how often do you really think about the meaning behind a jingle?  You just know it is on and it is about jewelry.

But perhaps one of the best, was when I was riding with someone through Greensboro who told me to say out loud the name of this “massage parlor” in town, of which I had never really thought of too much. You know you have to say it: THE BANGKOK SPA.

And, somehow I managed to stay on the road :)

These are all true stories! Have a great start to your week everyone!

NaPoWriMo isn’t Over Yet, But My Other Project is Done!

Well . . . except for the whole revision process.

I can’t remember exactly when I started the whole thing, but I think it was still when I was in the MFA program, so most likely sometime after the first of the year.

What am I babbling about?  I began a series of poems based on the periodic table of elements.  It all began with Oxygen and then it just kept going.  I didn’t write 110 poems exactly as I combined elements in some and then other poems don’t have an element but do relate to the characters and themes that emerged in the series.

It hasn’t been an easy journey but somehow I plugged through and finished up the last of the handwritten drafts. Now, I’ll start typing them all up next week and sending them out.  Two of them have already been published (see publications tabs for The Wait of Atom and River City Invitational) with quite a few already submitted that I had typed up in previous months. I’m sure they aren’t all keepers, given that some of the ones I’ve already typed up and revised don’t seem to be coming together the way I’d like them to.

I have also been doing NaPoWriMo and I’ll finish that as well, but I am really looking forward to having a bit of fallow time before starting something new in the near future.

This project had felt like it would be my 2nd manuscript, but as it stands right now with me retiring my first manuscript for a while that this is sort of the first now…hmmm…If there are enough decent poems for me to start sending it around. Oh yeah, and if I have the cash to actually enter contests and all :)

I’m looking forward to Monday. Seriously!

Poetry Off the Page

This topic has been following me around a lot lately, so I thought I’d finally try to articulate my thoughts on it in one place.

Some of the questions that swirl around this topic are: How to Market Poetry? Can We Market Poetry to Those Who Don’t Normally Read it? Will More People Come to Poetry if it is “Off the Page” so in Video, Audio, Subways etc? Why Do We Want, so Much, to Push for Poetry?

There is no simple answer for any of this but I’ll start with the last and kind of work my way around:  I think poets push for Poetry to have a presence with non-poets because we know how powerful a particularly good poem can be, how–like a powerful song or movie–the art of poetry can truly make you stop in your tracks.

Because we love Poetry, (and I’m mainly speaking from those people who not only write poetry and talk about their own work but who want to share the work of other people they love – cause I do rant a bit about navel gazers) we want everyone to have some connection to it.  But, the reality is, most poetry has an audience with other poets and a select few of people who enjoy words. I am starting to feel that this is not something that is ever going to significantly change.  And is that a bad thing?

I’m starting to believe it isn’t a bad thing.  I’d like to see younger people more interested in poetry and that is part of why I started my YouTube zine “Shape of a Box” because I wanted a wider audience for poetry as well as other good fiction/non-fiction/comix and stage/screen but, sadly, those still aren’t the people I’m reaching.  The people who want my videos are people who have been in the zine and send it to their friends.  There are very few people who just go to the site to watch the videos on a weekly basis.  I have plans to keep the zine alive after my one year anniversarry in October by doing monthly issues, but I’m beginning to second guess even that.

So, where do I find poetry alive? I think it is actually VERY much alive on the page.  I think the best way to get it OFF the page is to go to Open Mike’s and to do readings wherever you can because the physical presence of a poet with their words and their pages seems to be what draws an audience in.  I see this with the younger generation as well as my generation and beyond.  People who truly love words and want to be surrounded by them still really want, for the most part, the physical feel of the page.  And I think we should keep it that way.

So read a good book today, or go somewhere and read to a live audience.  The presence of paper, poet and power will equal joy :)

A Small Poetry Rant

So, I just got back from the UNCG Small Press Festival.  I went to this festival last year as well and it seemed sparsely attended.  The attendance this year did appear to be better, but I have  a little bit of a pet peeve with the people who were coming up to the tables there:

BUY SOMETHING!

If you are a writer and are really wanting to support the arts, you really could cough up like $5 for an issue of a lit mag or $10 for some of the cheaper books.  Really? Just one.  It became a bit disheartening to see so many people walking out with empty hands. Well, they were stuffing anything free and all the submission guidelines that the lit mags had out.

I know you can’t buy everything.  I didn’t buy very much, but it just seems like most people could at least buy one small thing to show their support for the people who may hopefully publish their work someday!!!  I think it is just a sign of how people are so much more concerned with their own writing instead of the world of writing itself. *sigh*

Ok, that is my small rant.

But in hopes that maybe someone will read this and consider picking up some books or litmags from some of the attendees here is the site:  UNCG Small Press Festival

And here are some of the individual presses

Carolina Wren

Main Street Books

Cave Wall Press

Unicorn Press

Press 53

And many more!

At least I did get to chat with a lot of the publishers and we did hand out quite a few subscription forms (but many more submission guidelines) .

Now back to your regularly scheduled poetry . . .