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Today I am pleased to present to you, David James and two of his poetic form inventions. I was directed to his website by a link from Maureen Doallas. I found his article complelling and his new poetic forms exciting. I wrote to him and he has graciously agreed to host today’s FormForAll with the following article.  Hope you will enjoy the challenge. Please follow Mr. Linky to link below the article.

The Resurrection of Form in Poetry
by David James

The author - David James

The author – David James

For 35 years, I’ve been a free verse writer. I was free to use any words in any pattern, flaunting the page without a thought of rhyme scheme, unhindered by syllable counting. Formal poetry was defined as that work from the past, by the Romantics, by Shakespeare and Chaucer, by poets of olden days. Of course, I dabbled with forms here and there, merely as exercises, writing a ghazal, sestina, villanelle, sonnet, pantoum. I wrote in these forms so when some wag confronted me with one of them, I could say, “Oh, sure, I’ve written that.”

As I get older, however, I am being drawn to form. And as I write more rhyming verse, using enjambment, slant and mosaic rhyme patterns to mute the obviousness of sound, I have come to the conclusion that we have fallen down on the job. Contemporary poets have done little, if anything, to further the innovative use of end rhyme in literature.

Looking at the major forms of rhyming poetry, it’s obvious that no new forms have surfaced in over a century. The ghazal, a Persian form with couplets, is over 1000 years old. One of the most complex French forms, the sestina, originated in the 12th century with Arnaut Daniel. The Italian sonnet’s origin, precursor to the English sonnet, dates back to the mid-1200’s, popularized by Petrarch (1304-1374). The French villanelle, our song-like refrain form of poetry, was standardized by the late 1500’s by Jean Passerat. The haiku first appeared in the 16th century. The most recent form, the pantoum, a Malaysian invention also containing repeating lines, became popular in Europe in the 1800’s. In the last 150 years, several generations of poets have turned their backs to formal verse, at least with regard to inventing innovative new forms for others to emulate.

As a lifelong free verse writer, I am intrigued when I venture into rhyming poetry. First, writing formal poetry alters my perceptions of the world. The rhymes, line requirements, and syllable restrictions change what I write and how I write in surprising ways. The restrictions send me into uncharted imaginative waters. My poems approach the material from a different vantage point, and I consistently end up saying what I never would have said if I was writing in free verse. The novelty and imaginative gyrations are both worth the attempts. The late great Richard Hugo voiced his appreciation for formal verse, particularly in overcoming writer’s block: “When you concentrate on the ‘rules of the game’ being played on the page, the real problem, blockage of the imagination, often goes away simply by virtue of being ignored. That’s why I write more formal poems when I go dry.”

Secondly, I have this longing to create my own forms, forms that thrive in today’s language and sensibilities. Personally, I find the age-old forms too restrictive and constraining. The sonnet and villanelle, though honorable, seem outdated for the world of the internet and global warming. Our challenge is to imagine the forms that speak to today’s culture and modern times. Our challenge is to create new and innovative forms that combine the music of language with the flexibility of free verse.

Some poets have written that end rhyme is dead and should remain buried, that free verse is the culmination of the evolution of language. I don’t see the world in that light. As writers, we shouldn’t be threatened by rhyme or forms, for that matter. We should consider rhyme as a tool in our poetry toolbox. In a recent interview in Rattle, Timothy Steele says, “I think free verse is a form additional to metrical poetry, and my sense is that free verse will continue. But I hope metrical verse will continue, too. They’re just different forms of poetry.” It’s clear that free verse is here to stay; what isn’t so clear is if writers have the courage and luck to create new poetic forms incorporating either rhyme and/or meter.

So this is the gauntlet thrown down at the feet of poets: to create the contemporary forms of rhyming poetry that will outlive them. What forms will young poets be cutting their teeth on 150 years from now? What are the new types of formal poems for the 21st century? What legacy of form will this generation leave to the future, if any?

To get the movement started, I’ll provide two new examples of 21st century formal poetry that I’ve created. My goal is to invent forms that
1) have a certain versatility,
2) do not emphasize the rhyming pattern, and
3) play off the strengths of free verse.

The first is called a Karousel. It is a twenty line poem, four stanzas of five lines each.

• The rhyme pattern is the following: abcda ecdbe fdbcf gbcdg.
• The three inner lines (bcd) rotate in each stanza until they circle back to their original bcd form from stanza one.
• Though each stanza is enclosed in a rhyme, there are no metrical restrictions.

Here are two examples:

AS TIME GOES ON

As each year came and went,
the man noticed the tree
outside, the one in back,
how its bark shed
like fur, how it bent

and swayed in time to the wind.
He remembered how his dog tracked
in his last dirt before being found dead.
The man buried him, like the others, religiously.
With each year, something pinned

itself to the inside of his heart,
which he imagined was not red
anymore, but bruised and mildly
dry, an item to be stacked
on a shelf or a cart.

The years began to rain down,
one suddenly became three.
The man looked up into the black
sky. And then a strange thought in his head
fell, like the whole world, into the swollen ground.

HOW TO CREATE PEACE IN THE MIDDLE EAST

I want to eat the sky
in chunks, gulp down the lake
in one fell swoop.
Let me grab a glowing star
and twirl it like a pie

on a long stick.
I want to wear a grass hoop
and dance through the bazaar
like a man on an earthquake.
I want to fly up to the moon and lick

the cheese off, wiping my hands
on the dress of Venus. With a cigar,
I’ll blow new rings around Saturn and rake
Jupiter’s moons into a chicken’s coop.
And for an encore, I’ll lift up the Holy Land

and make everyone hug and kiss
until something human shakes
out of their mouths, eyes, ears, and they scoop
it up in their callused hands. Like old scars,
only love will grow in their fists.

My second example is called the Weave. It is less restrictive than a
Karousel and can be written in two line stanzas, five line stanzas, or no separate
stanzas at all.

• Its rhyme scheme follows this pattern: abcad befbg ehiej (and so on).
• The first and fourth lines rhyme, and the second line rhyme from the first stanza becomes the rhyme for the first and fourth lines in the following stanza.
• So, the second line from stanza one weaves into stanza two; the second
line from stanza two weaves into stanza three.
• This form has no definitive number of lines.

The following poems are examples of this form.

© David James - provided by author

© David James – provided by author

MILLIONS OF MINUTES

I’m drowning
in a pool of my own making
like a minnow at the bottom of the ocean.
It’s too dark to see. There’s a pounding
between my ears, peeling the flesh

off my brain, breaking
each good thought
into dust that dissolves in water.
Much of what we do could be called faking
it, going through the motions

so we won’t get caught.
But we learn too late, this one life,
these millions of minutes
can’t be bought
or sold, only used or wasted.

I’M GUILTY: (originally published in Poem)
“There is a terrible blindness in happiness.”
Pascal Bruckner, Perpetual Euphoria

I’m blind as a bat
without radar.
Maybe it’s luck or fate or random chance—
but I’m blessed, gorging myself, a rat
in a cheese factory, dancing
on a huge block of brie with caviar.
I know kids go to bed hungry and beaten, crying
for help, that people sleep in alleys and trash cans,
that a woman opens a knife, cuts a long scar
down her left arm, lost in a trance,

but I wake in the morning—a wren singing
outside my window, a sunspot growing on the kitchen floor.
Coffee brews as I grab my favorite mug
and sit on the sofa, daydreaming
of our next vacation on Lake Huron, sand
sifting through my toes. I don’t mean to ignore
the hurt, the displaced and abused, the addicted
and suffering.              I just don’t see them.
I stare out and my children, strong as sycamores,
run through the flowers blooming—tulips, dahlias, rosebuds.

It has been my experience that both of these new forms stretch and challenge me as a writer. I am able to generate lines and images that I would not have generated if I wrote the same poems in free verse. That is a wonderful side benefit to these forms. I also note that when read out loud, no one ever catches that these are formal poems with particular rhyme schemes. Again, that is my whole purpose in creating them: I want the music in the poem but not the constriction of a rigid form.

Whether or not the Karousel and Weave last or evolve is not important. Only time and fate will determine that. They are, however, forms that I have used and reused to make dozens of poems, new forms that have allowed me to see the world in a different light. Even though rhyming poetry has fallen out of favor and practice with most contemporary poets, that does not mean formal poetry must die a slow death. It is our right, perhaps our duty, to resurrect rhyme and meter and transform its use to capture the day. With a little imagination and attention, a new formal poetry can speak out in this terrible world.

David James teaches for Oakland Community College in Michigan. His second book, SHE DANCES LIKE MUSSOLINI, was published by March Street Press and won the 2010 Next Generation Indie Book Award for poetry. More than twenty of his one-act plays have been produced from New York to California.

© David James, PO Box 721, Linden, MI 48451
dljames@oaklandcc.edu
Revised Jan. 9, 2013.

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