Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been 5 days since I wrote a poetry postcard. (And about 6 years since I went to Confession, while I’m at it.)
So I haven’t been writing in my blog because I feel like all I have to say is that I’m so busy with registration that I haven’t been up to writing my poetry postcards. This is somewhat true–I have been crazy berserky busy and not feeling the whole writing thing. And indeed, when I get home, I’ve just been playing Tetris to decompress. Which is not the best use of my time, but there it is.
So mea culpa: I am indeed 5 days behind which makes me very, very naughty. Now I could point out that I have only received 10 postcards myself, so really, having sent out 16 full poems, and not “epigrams, quatrains, and American sentences” to quote Christine Swint, I’m doing better than some people. But that’s just diversion from the truth. Frankly, I should be flogged for disappointing all those people who are probably tweeting about what a terrible person I am.
Anyway, when I last left off, I was talking about the poem, “L’Artiste Dégénéré,” about the Egon Schiele picture, and I said that I only had one more line. That didn’t wind up being true. I rewrote the last couplet, and I have to say, I love this poem. It’s not perfect, but somehow, to me, it captures the spirit of the painting. It’s only 12 lines long but they’re really good lines. I almost feel like I was embodying the spirit of Bob Wood when I wrote it–which is not easy to do.
For Day 15, I wrote “Prelude,” based on François-Xavier Fabre’s 1790 painting called The Death of Abel. As all of these ekphrastic poems that I’m writing seem to be, it’s a direct address, in this case to Abel, about taking that fateful walk with Cain, which I imagine happens in a wheat field. Now, I have no idea if Cain cultivated wheat, but considering domesticated wheat started in Turkey, and there’s speculation that Eden was in Turkey, I thought, why not? I don’t have great love for this poem, but it’s not terrible. Probably with some good revision it could be decent.
The poem I wrote for the 16th was “The Moon Titan Falls in Love” (although I’m still hemming and hawing about the name. . . I also kind of like “Nocturne” for a title), based on The Sleep of Endymion, by Anne-Louis Girodet de Roussy-Troisnon (1793). (I was very disappointed to discover that despite the first name being “Anne,” the artist is male.) And so the poem is about the myth, that the Moon Titan Selene fell in love with Endymion and didn’t ever want his beauty to fade, so she asked Zeus to let him sleep immortally. That wouldn’t be my first choice to ask as a gift from the gods, but at least they had the Menae for children. The last two lines of the poem read awkwardly, though. Not sure if it’s a matter of syntax or if it’s a grammar issue. That will have to be worked on, at some point.
My hope is to write at least 3 poems this weekend–maybe even 4–so that I will only be 2 days behind. Two is acceptable. Five is pathetic.
Anyway. . . hope everyone is doing well, and writing, writing, writing! I will get cracking on my own writing this weekend.