Monthly Archives: April 2008

April Poem #13

LeeBee has us writing a poem based on a song.  I chose my favorite song.  By Dispatch.

Elias – Dispatch

They sit with hope
It shines in their eyes
at every desk
at every corner.

The hope shines long
as they hear of heroes pasts
and lives not their own
and people who care.

They look at now
not thinking of then
or before
But what comes now.

Cthulu

Cthulu

Cthulu is greasy.
Cthulu smells poor.
If Cthulu is startled
He pees on the floor.
Uncle Grimm will yell
at the top of his lungs:
“Boy, grab a mop!
Your beast has begun
to filth up the house!
Get him outside!”

Then, young Jimmy and Cthulu will go out and hide
and play seek the other amongst nettles and thorns,
Tall creepy trees, and little fly traps
which nibble at knees.

Cthulu is cuddly.
Cthulu is small.
Compared to Cthulu, Ded Jimmy’s quite tall.
Best friends they are, quite emphasizing
The best pets are those who enjoy terrorizing.

For the previous poem posted, see: Ded Jimmy Gets a Haircut

Ramblings of a Genius or What to Read?

Well, it’s that time in my life again. I am having trouble finding something to read. I am currently looking at some books, but not really reading them. After blazing through the Percy Jackson books – new one in May! – and a few others, it just hasn’t been rolling.

I read Be Cool by Elmore Leonard a week or so ago and really enjoyed it. A month ago, actually. Elmore Leonard was first brought to my attention about a year ago by a guy who described him as a “guilty pleasure.” I really find Leonard to be a very good writer, though. He doesn’t waste language. Why then, don’t I read more of his work? Meh. I don’t know.

I am looking at Gulliver’s Travels, another book about talking to kids, The Portable MFA, a book on nature crafts, and a few others. I read the first book in the Underland chronicles. It was a bit boring but a kid at Skyline assures me they get more exciting. I’m on a non-fiction kick I think. So I should probably get a good non-fiction book. But what to get? I find it harder to get a good non-fiction. Perhaps Nickel and Dimed will be a good choice. Can you believe I haven’t read it yet?

In other news, writing is continuing. Not a lot. I am happy that I’ve kept up with the April poetry. Unfortunately, most of the poems are written around 11:30 when I say to myself: “Dang! I haven’t written my poem today!” So, we’ll see what happens.

Later this week (I hope) I’ll post a Ded Jimmy poem with illy-strations. “Cthulu” is a poem about Ded Jimmy’s pet. Named “Cthulu.” I enjoy this stuff because it’s fun. Which is what writing should be.

Speaking of the fun of writing and Elmore Leonard: He has published a book called Elmore Leonard’s Ten Rules of Writing or something like that. It’s a pretty good breakdown of ten good guidelines for writing. The ones people break all the time.

I have been a bit active on Critique Circle, a website for critiquing, and it is not as good as it could be. I haven’t really been earning respect, though. I need to be on their more, I suppose. I keep getting critiques that are good – but the same as my college classes. On the other side of the coin, I haven’t really submitted a rough draft for anything. So that’s that.

Which leads me to Elmore’s rules. People break ’em all the time. And not in a good way. Writers are so full of language, it’s crazy. Writers need to be more efficient with language – myself included.

I have some thoughts on movies.  But I think I’ll do another post for that.

April Poem #11

Automotive

At first there was freedom
the speed and the wheel
coasting along giving thrill after thrill.

Now it owns me with its payments and gas
and I cannot stand it or it’s brothers I pass.

Bicycle
At first it was work
driving the chain
I felt no speed at all
I pedaled in vain
But now I can see
what I missed long before
I drop it I leave it
I park at the store
and walk right in and out.
I love the old girl.
Life is much better
when your legs give a whirl.

April Poem #10

Michigan

The hills roll gently
filled with sand piled
by years of time and wind.

The forests rustle all the time
life erupts from the ground
the cool air blows
the soft smell of freshwater.

The rocks are gentle, full
of green veins.
Life is young here
and so am I.

Mad Ramblings

It’s been a while since I posted anything substantial.  I’ve been very good about the poetry everyday, but those are swift and take little thought.  I thought about posting things I’m working on, which I still might, but I don’t want to get into too much detail.  I have started roughs for two short stories, two books, and two screenplays.  The hardest part is sitting down and working on them.

I am trying to sort out my Fall schedule for school, which just seems to be a bigger and bigger headache.  Sometimes I feel like getting my teaching certification is giving up on writing.  Perhaps it is.  But I feel part of me fighting back and focussing on my writing more.  The problem is action.  There is no action.

I like to write in the morning, but it seems like there are a million other things to do.  The dogs need feeding, showers need be taken, coffee made, breakfast, lunch packed… that’s the idea.  I don’t want to get up earlier as I am already quite sleepy upon arisal.  But something must be done.

At least on epart of my million-point plan for self-improvement is working.  I am swimming much better than I used to.  It has always been an unspoken goal of mine to be a better swimmer.  I have been going to the pool.  Wednesday last, I met a lady named Evette who runs the swim clinic on Mondays and Wednesdays.  I am meeting with her until next Wednesday.  It is only four sessions, but after yesterday I already feel much more confident in the water.  She has helped me float, which I don’t do.  I have a much better crawl and we are working on my breast stroke.

I have not been running or biking as much, but I will certainly be trying to do so.  Swimming takes a lot out of you.

The whole teaching thing is very frustrating.  Oklahoma has “high standards” for teachers.  What I am fast discovering is that every state has “high standards” for teachers, which apparently just means “their own” standards.  Having worked with teachers from OK, AK, and MI, I would have to say I see little difference.  The ones in AK were far too easy on the students, but it was a high school that had a corrupt administration.  What can one do?  Oklahoma’s standards, at least at OSU, are just set up so after graduating, it is extremely hard to get a teaching certification.

This is bad.

The best teachers I witnessed at camp, the ones with the best repoire with students and the best peer-comments were teachers who had switched from a previous career.  Going into teaching straight into college isn’t a great thing.  There are far too many things to still be learned about life.

Straight to college is a bad plan, anyway.  It would be nice if all of us could have afforded a year of travel and learning abroad before starting a formal education.  It would really help us all out.  Studying abroad shouldn’t be a perk.  It should be required.  As should foreign language.  In grade school.

I have to go to school.

April Poem #9

From Poetic Asides.

Work

It wraps it’s leash around your neck
with colors and stripes and pictures
of guitars and little specks
that you can’t tell if they’re snails.
Who wears snails?
And your collar is down and your shoes are shined
You’ve cast aside your freedom you have to keep in line
with their rules and their timeclocks
until you retire.
Freedom at last!
Which you spend in bed.
Dead.

April Poem #8

From Poetic Asides.  Today LeeBee had us write poem inspired by a painting.  I’m not too big on this type of thing, but it’s important to do it.  So I did.  The painting is here.

Piazza

In the distance it rose
Far from me as I approached
through desolate buildings
where no one stood
to watch as I went by.

I passed two men, two strangers there,
they shook hands to see me walking there.

It was a deal they seemed to make right then,
On what I couldn’t imagine,
so I left them in the shade of the dome
in the middle of nowhere.
I left them nowhere.
Leaving my desolation behind.

April Poem #7

Ramble On

The tv is on
I am exhausted.
The swim was long,
how is my front crawl?
It’s not good.
But I’m good at dolphin kick.
Dolphins.
They sex it up out there,
teasing the whales.
The whales battle squids.
There was a show about that
On Discovery Channel.