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brave, courage, Foyle Young Poets Award, Ian Burnette, Phoebe Stuckes, Talullah Hutson, young poets
Good morning, everyone, it’s Marina here behind the bar to keep up the conversation about poetic inspiration. Tony asked us what poets we admire now, while Mary asked us about our poetic influences in childhood. Well, I am going to draw your attention to poets who are little more than children themselves (although they would probably me mortified to hear that).
watching the millennium fireworks
from one unknown bridge or another.
with my brother, a plastic cover
keeping away the rain
as they unleashed their burning colours
and showered down their embers on those below.
crawling inside a duvet cover
and playing ant colonies.
the banisters when there was a knock
at the door, so the unsuspecting
guest would think I was an acrobat.
at the door was a policeman, bearing
bad news,
I don’t remember what happened next.
that wasn’t my own.
I remember playing with the hand sanitizers,
I remember the picnics in Queen Square
and running along the little flower bed walls.
dressing gown, the smell of you.
of my own and took me on her ward rounds.
candles in a hospital room.
Dutch Baby by Ian Burnette
In the bakery, my girl
Grips a pregnancy test
like a pistol in her pocket.
The baker hands her
the key to the restroom
And leaves. In the back
there’s a small window
where he watches
men and women and
children – I don’t mind,
I’ve learned I can’t
protect anyone by now.
The raspberry Danish
in the pastry cabinet
is the baker’s daughter,
I’ve decided – bruised
purple and swaddled
in puff rope. I imagine
the baker coming back
from his window, filling
my empty hands.
Here’s yeast, here’s flour,
fruit and sugar and water –
make more of her.
Daughters by Phoebe Stuckes
Enough of pulling off high heels to run
Or else waiting alone in unclaimed ugliness.
No more crying out for guitar heroes
Or going back to old loves for the safety.
Let us build bonfires of those unanswered prayers.
Let us learn how to leave with clean and empty hearts
Let us escape these attics still mad, still drunk, still raving
Let us vacate these badly lit odd little towns
Let us want none of what anchored our mothers
Let us never evolve to be good or beautiful
Let us spit and snarl and rattle the hatches
Let us never be conquered
Let us no longer keep keys in our knuckles
Let us run into the streets hungry, fervent, ablaze.
You
Are a mighty thing
A captive animal, woken with a taste for blood.
Feed it,
You Amazon, you Gloria, you Swiss army knife of a woman.
billgncs said:
Wow – the honesty is beautiful
MarinaSofia said:
Isn’t it? They haven’t learnt to hide yet behind so many screens and masks… or else they choose not to.
billgncs said:
I think that’s what makes their poetry brave – they’re not hiding emotion or truth.
I was thinking that the old try to perfect language in the terms they use – try to be precise, but the young bend the language to their will – thus keeping the language alive. But reading this, it struck me these artists excelled by being honest.
katiemiafrederick said:
I spend most of my life too scared to live or truly love.. Consistently noted by others as always following the rules of cultural form until perfectionism literally nearly killed me and metaphorically killed me alive…
Now in the words of the newest version of Cinderella I am both kind and most importantly courageous enough to be free of perfection and instead only a practicer of living NOW…
The joy of life is not knowing form…,
@all
billgncs said:
we make it up as we go along 🙂
katiemiafrederick said:
So true and to make it up as we go is to make it happen in a new way instead of a robotic wave that follows a path planned by someone else..
But yeah.. video games can be fun too.. Living under the paraMETERS of someone else…
And truly the matrix of culture is a video game for the participants wittingly or not and a camel with a tiny ‘whole’ of needle too escape getting smaller and smaller in a Twitter world of human… Approximation…
billgncs said:
So young poets help us look beyond the box we live in ? Or the box their elders have boxed them into ?
katiemiafrederick said:
Oh.. GOD.. Yes!.. Seeing the world through the eyes of a child almost always better reflects human truth..:)
MarinaSofia said:
Ah, yes, it’s so easy to get caught up in forms and regulations and expectations, isn’t it? First others demand things of us and then we end up demanding the impossible of ourselves. Am glad you’ve abandoned ‘form’ and ‘ought’ and are enjoying the here and now.
billgncs said:
I read once that Iambic Pentameter was invented by Spenser and his contemporaries to mimic the rhythm of the ancient Greek and Latin.
Maybe the old languages were closer to the “truth” of human communication ?
katiemiafrederick said:
Interestingly.. The so-called Bi-Cameral mind theorized by some folks as the creative human archetypal way of thinking by the ancient Greeks may better represent the human mind without decades of spoon fed school and work where so-called insanity of dreamy thinking may have been the norm instead of school ruled ways of processing the world through prescribed ways of thinking and speaking…:)
The further I drift into ‘reality’ the more I realize the Truth in this..:)
billgncs said:
Oh, you read the Julian Jaynes book ?
katiemiafrederick said:
A synopsis of it..:)
katiemiafrederick said:
I have a standard IQ of over.. 130.. Which truly overall.. is a curse as that mixed with culture today is a likely destiny in failure of personal humanity…
A human cannot be an external human.. And to be painfully aware of all the details in this world of info overload is to eventually die in life…
Retiring half dead teaches me to turn it off and live…
But honestly.. before.. I carried culture on my shoulders and it was way too heavy to hold up.. No matter how broad my head or shoulders grew… 🙂
dkirkstokes said:
“Daughters” is marvelous. I hope more young people understand that living in fear is no way to live. Grab life and shake it down! Parents have become fearful for their children’s safety because of the oversaturation of media reports of violence and aberrant behaviour; statistics reveal that the crime rate isn’t worse than it was in my youth, but the news media make it seem that way, and aggravate parental fears.
Marina, I share your fear of going too deep into painful subjects; for me it’s as though a dam might burst… I have lived through more tragedies than most people have to endure in their whole lives, and consequently I’ve spent more than enough time in the darkness. I’ve managed, those few times that I’ve crossed that line, but I just prefer not to go there. I’m organizing and categorizing my compendium now, and there will be just a small section devoted to my darker works.
Mary said:
I agree that “Daughters” is marvelous. Very empowering really. There is really a lot to emulate about these young poets’ works.
MarinaSofia said:
There was another poem by the same young poet from the previous year, which I didn’t include because I wanted to showcase more than one poet – but yes, I think Phoebe Stuckes is a great talent. And what a message of empowerment, especially to girls!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I think it speaks even louder to boys and men.. and I wish more men would write with such respect of women…
Mary said:
I think sometimes we have a choice of writing the poem we want to write or the one others want to hear. Actually I am paraphrasing a bit of what I once heard Dorothy Allison say in regard to writing fiction. The same applies. She chose to write what she wanted to write. I think sometimes this is a hard decision to make. It takes a truly BRAVE person to do that. Thus I guess this would be my goal in writing poetry…to always write what I wanted to write, rather than writing what others would like to read.
billgncs said:
in this case brave would align with authentic
Mary said:
Yes…smiles. But I do think in some cases one can be authentic without being particularly brave. And I can even think that it is possible to be brave without writing authentically — example –deciding to write outside one’s usual box, outside of one’s usual convention, taking a risk. I think the two words ‘brave’ and ‘authentic’ often go together…but not not always.
billgncs said:
at this moment ( as I think around work ) it seems that there are two vantages – observation and personal – in some cases personal can require more bravery, in others to observe truthfully and comment can be very dangerous in this world – so two different sorts of bravery
MarinaSofia said:
That is true – I’d never quite thought of it like that. The personal honesty has been harder for me, because there are places I do not want to go within myself, for fear that the dam would burst. But after living under constant censorship in a dictatorship, I vowed to myself to never be afraid to speak out about external things again. I may not always have the loudest or clearest voice, but I won’t allow myself to be silenced.
Mary said:
Bravo!
billgncs said:
When I had cancer I met many online with it too. I discovered that there is a strong repository of “courage in soft gentle places” – I see that there’s courage in someone who refuses to be silenced too.
Sometimes poetry writes out the pain, maybe your dam needs to break via the verse. For me, poetry has been very healing.
MarinaSofia said:
That’s a wonderful expression and so true for most poets and writers. Do we write what we want to write, or do we write to be read and published? Sometimes the two are incompatible. I have a writer friend at the moment who is struggling with this: she doesn’t want to make the changes to the book that the editor and agent are demanding (for commercial reasons), because she feels it would be untrue to the story (which is non-fiction).
Mary said:
That is a tough decision for an author, I am sure. I think if one is a well-known and established author one can stand strongly for one’s principles, but if someone an unknown trying to get a first book published it is hard not to bow to what the agent and editor want if one ever wants to see one’s book in print.
georgeplace2013 said:
My biggest fear is that I will hurt ones I love with my honesty. I don’t want to embarrass or hurt anyone so I don’t post certain poems though I still write them.
billgncs said:
good point. Sometimes we need to protect others.
MarinaSofia said:
That’s an interesting (and delicate) subject. At what point does our honesty impact on others and hurt them? I’m glad you still write those poems, though.
Mary said:
I do understand this as well. I used the example of Dorothy Allison above…. When she wrote Bastard out of Carolina she had to make choices…. what she wrote, which was called fiction, was semi-autobiographical and what she said did not show her mother in a good light. She made the decision to write it as it was…. But, as I heard her speak, she was very well aware of the fact that this might be hurtful.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
What an interesting point… I had not thought about that so much.. but just maybe I keep of certain subjects intentionally…
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com said:
I shy away from “cofessional” subjects, and have difficulty in digging deep.
My grandson has written some good poetry. He gets good encouragement from his school, as well as his grandmother!
Mary said:
Wonderful that he has you as an example, Viv.
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com said:
Hmmm. Not so sure about that!
MarinaSofia said:
Perhaps it’s also because ‘confessional’ poetry has been pooh-poohed for a while now, seen as the lesser step-sister of real poetry. But when done well (i.e. not in a self-pitying, attention-seeking way, I suppose is what I mean), it touches such a universal raw chord, doesn’t it?
Good luck to your grandson – I hope he doesn’t get the love of poetry drummed out of him later on at school.
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com said:
confessional poetry is certainly not popular, but that wouldn’t stop me. What stops me is sheer incapacity to write it!
billgncs said:
We’re always stronger than we know.
billgncs said:
Yes, or sometimes we can get preachy which is unlikely to be read or reach anyone.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Looking from the Swedish poetry scene I see a lot of “identity politics” tied to it.. you can only write about things you have a personal experience in… To some extent i can understand it, but where would the world be if we can only write about ourselves and the ethnic group where we belong?
billgncs said:
one can observe though…. sometimes the poet is the distant view, the unbiased voice
MarinaSofia said:
Great point. The poet is there to observe as well as experience, and to ask questions rather than provide answers. Perhaps even give voice to those who do not have a voice.
Mary said:
I do know that one kind of poetry I DO enjoy very much is the kind of poem that I think of as being BRAVE. I do think the three poems you shared above, Marina Sofa, are brave. They SAY something in a brave way. Sometimes here in the poetry blogosphere we see poems like that as well, and they are striking. And, I think, that when I myself write what I think of as a BRAVE poem (even if no one else does) I am happy about that. A brave poem, whether someone else’s or one’s own, I think is one that will often stay with a person a while.
MarinaSofia said:
Glad to see they struck you in the same way they did me. Brave, not afraid to show vulnerability, and just so bold with and free with form and words!
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I think that my own courage and what to be courageous about is much less about myself.. I think I might have written one truly confessional poem about the feelings at my father’s burial.. to some extent when you have reached my age the writing should be removed from oneself. That does not mean that it doesn’t take courage to step into the snake-pit of controversial subjects.. to some extent I like my poetry to be universal and compassionate.. To walk a mile in someone else’s shoes is probably more the bravery of my own bravery.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
And yes.. Daughters is a mighty fine write…. a mighty fine one.
ds said:
I cannot believe these poets are so young! Their wisdom and fearlessness, never mind their talent, are far beyond their years. I find them all inspiring, but especially “Daughters.” These kids are inspiring, and I hope that they continue with poetry. Perhaps that is among the bravest things: to stick with it.
Thank you for sharing them, Marina.
billgncs said:
it’s easy to underestimate youth isn’t it. Their voices are very strong.
MarinaSofia said:
That takes courage indeed: sticking with it when the world tells you that poetry doesn’t pay, that nobody reads it, that it’s much better to be sensible etc.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
I think the world lacks poetry, so I hope they stick to it in whatever means they can..
Gabriella said:
I like the poem Daughters too. It is a very powerful poem. I find it great to see that youngsters write poetry too. They do not just read it in class but use it as a means to express themselves.
billgncs said:
yes, it gives them a forum in which to discern and expound rather than just accept.
MarinaSofia said:
To see some of the poems written by people as young as 11-12. I am so glad they are finding poetry as an outlet, as a way of viewing the world, that they realise it’s a means of expressing their frustrations, powerlessness, fears and so on.
charliezero1.wordpress.com said:
To answer your question:
So I’m going to ask what each of us feels they need to be ‘braver’ about in our poetry? Is it about learning a new form, writing more, writing from the subconscious, editing more, learning to accept criticism, pushing ourselves to attempt topics or prompts when we are not inspired?
To me its about 3 things: learning to evolve, writing from the subconscious, & pushing ourselves to attempt topics.
I think its all within what each of us feel in our hearts,
and what our minds are telling us to write.
I just recently posted some videos of me on my blog page. I cry in one of them.
If you get a chance check it out. I also, added two additional poets in the mix they are amazing poets.
billgncs said:
Good points Charlie – I’ll stop over and check them out after work today.
charliezero1.wordpress.com said:
Cool. Trust me you will like them. I cry on the first video. But it’s toward the last poem.
billgncs said:
nothing wrong with crying, it took me over over 50 years to learn.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Hey Charley — a video of yourself reading is so cool and brave..
MarinaSofia said:
Pushing ourselves to attempt new topics is a biggie, I agree. (And I’m guilty as charged: if the prompt doesn’t instantly resonate with me on dVerse as well, I very often find excuses – no time, no inspiration – to NOT participate).
Will have to check out the video of yourself reading – that is certainly a big bold step.
Anthony Desmond said:
That is so inspiring; I LOVE to see youths enjoy poetry… I’ve watched a few cable specials with teen poets and the brilliance that those kids bring forth is phenomenal.
I definitely need to be braver when it comes to spoken word…
mainly because of my stutter, which has been a huge battle that I’m slowly conquering. But, I have read in front of my friend’s family and his friends, it was a cool experience and I think the rush of nerves will continue do me some good.
billgncs said:
How about a summer dverse meet / read in Chicago ?
Anthony Desmond said:
I won’t be able to swing it… I have no car and no license at the moment + taking care of my mama.
billgncs said:
taking care of Mom is always a good thing 🙂
kanzensakura said:
You are brave and your words are smooth and honest. I don’t know how to record a poem the way some have. I used to give poetry readings on a regular basis when I was a “yute” at a coffee house at Duke U (go Blue Devils!!!) and at one of the very first vegetarian “natural” food restaurants where I was also a chef. It was a major pump up.
Anthony Desmond said:
Thanks chef! little spoken word by the stove aye? smiles
kanzensakura said:
HaHa! I’m a terror or was a terror until I decided it was bad for me. I made Chef Ramsay look like a sweetie pie…..
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Oh performing would be so cool… I have just done a few recordings, but even that was scary.
MarinaSofia said:
I love performance poetry… when others are doing it. It’s certainly an avenue I haven’t been comfortable exploring myself so far. Well done you for pushing yourself, even if you are self-conscious about your stutter.
That is a good idea and a good nudge!
billgncs said:
there’s your next “brave” 🙂
Anthony Desmond said:
thank youu 🙂
Mary said:
Anthony, I really admire your honesty!! You ARE a brave poet!
Anthony Desmond said:
Thank you Mary 🙂
Grace said:
Lovely examples Marina ~ I admire their youthful and brave voices ~ Thank you for featuring this side of poetry world ~
MarinaSofia said:
So, what would you like to be braver about in your poetry, Grace? Where do you feel you need to push yourself (if at all)?
Grace said:
I haven’t done any performance poetry – the thought scares me ~ But I would like to write more about other topics that impact our world like political and social issues ~ This year I am pushing myself to submit my poems to contests and publications in our country ~ There is poetry society in Toronto which I am hoping to link up with ~ Have a good day and see you later ~
MarinaSofia said:
That’s quite a list of challenges you’ve set yourself. Good luck with submitting your poems – I tend to be rather shy about that too.
kanzensakura said:
In my young older age, I am reminded of when I wrote poetry when I was under 25. The blood raged through my veins and I had no reason to fear speaking my mind. I had not yet learned about masks, being temperate, finding the right words. And now, in deep grief over the death of a loved one, I find myself writing poems that sound as I did in my youth, that sound when I discovered that pain and bitterness and guilt. I was not guilty in my youth but I was sarcastic and brave and spoke what was there in front of me with words like acid in my mouth. Somehow as I learned to swallow tears, those tears quenched much of the fire in me. I remember the words of Holden Caulfield as he said that crying was like pissing that pain and memory away. This day when I am brought face to face with deep grief, I read these young voices and I want to be like this again. I want to rage against the machine, to speak words of truth instead of words that are softened by life knowledge and lessons. I want to pull out that katana in my soul resting in a velvet lined case and sharpen the edge again. I want to see it flash in the sun and reflect the world around me. I want these young people to remind us all of that place we once were and that when we draw that sword of our pen, to be precise, brave, and not replace that blade until we draw forth the blood of truth and bravery. I think I am getting ready to step into a new place of writing. I imagine I will still continue on as I have the past few years, but sometimes, I am not.
MarinaSofia said:
What an inspiring manifesto you have written there! Almost a poem in itself. I love what you say about sharpening our sword again. How often we have allowed our swords, words, sentiments to become blunt…
kanzensakura said:
Scorpio….pure and simple. Always rising from the ashes in a new form. But I always use katana as an image because I’ve done sword work since high school and as an adult, learned from the first love of my life, how to wield a katana. I find it fits in many circumstances. The Samurai believed the sword should reflect the person and the world around the person – meaning the blade should always be kept sharp and clean and the soul of the wielder be pure and reflecting light.
madhuri said:
I wish more young people I know would read poetry! You featured some beautiful poems, thank you for that Marina. I scribble poetry all the time, inspiration usually strikes in the night, the hastily scribbled poems, haikus in the notebook is either undecipherable or loses it’s intensity in the brightness of the day! Ah well …
MarinaSofia said:
I’m sure they’re not as bad as your critical daytime eye makes them out to be. And sometimes those moments of wild night-time inspiration allow us to speak directly to the subconscious, so they free us up to write more and better, even if we don’t use those exact scribblings.
Albatross-x said:
So many “fine lines” to be observant of, it can be overwhelming and make one want to just give up–like tonight. I’m trying to get to the point where I can write what I want and not care if anybody reads and comments. It’s always fascinating, and sometimes disappointing, when what I think is really noteworthy gets bypassed–and the dreck sometimes gets rave reviews. The roller coaster of writing. Though I strive to avoid “looking for sympathy”–many readers just can’t deal with the pain in hard poetry. So then I don’t have a clue what their “like” with no comment means….
I wish I did have a youngster around, so I could “steal” that fresh perspective kids have…. Thanks, Marina, for letting us talk. I’m going to ponder some more, and maybe write a poem about bold and brave in poetry. Bless you.
MarinaSofia said:
That would be fantastic. I am pondering myself and it might lead to a poem about it too.
And yes, it’s difficult knowing how our poems are interpreted. I’ve sometimes put myself out there, vulnerable like a patient on an operating table… and the doctors were chatting about football scores. (Forgive the tortured metaphor, but you know what I mean?)
Albatross-x said:
Ha ha, I love your “torture”!
gerry said:
…really taken by the poem…”Dutch Baby”…something just right about it!!
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MarinaSofia said:
The bakery image is just so perfect, isn’t it?
Myrna said:
I am so impressed by the boldness and talent of these young poets. Thank you for exposing them here. I’m a young poet too, but only in writing. In age I’m quite advanced and I think I use it as an excuse to not bother learning more. I’ve rarerly written anything in form because it intimidates me. So here’s where I need to be bolder, to experiment, to risk failure and to enjoy it. You’ve planted a challenge in my mind. I’ll do my best to become braver. Thanks for this.
MarinaSofia said:
I hear ya! I also have avoided form probably for the same reason as you. I’m glad this got you thinking. We all have our comfort zones and it’s difficult to step out of them.
Shaista said:
One of the best things about being a young poet is the lack of rejections gathered at our feet. Our first poems from 11-17 may not, later, be considered our best but they are our most free, truest representations of our spirits. The older poet has a quilt of rejections strangling or suffocating some part of her/him. I am proud of my younger self for winning poetry competitions – and grateful these early competitions/platforms exist. Sarah Kay is amazing if any of you haven’t yet heard her deliver ‘If I Had A Daughter’…
Shaista said:
Here is a link to Sarah Kay who has been performing spoken word poetry since she was 14…
MarinaSofia said:
That is a very fair point. And the poems from younger years may not be as carefully crafted as the later ones, but they have a freeness of spirit which is truly joyous. Thank you for the link below, also.
Anthony Desmond said:
that’s an amazing point… I admit at times, writing does feel like a job when most of yours goes to submitting+the many rejections I’ve faced… It’s easy to lose a bit of passion when you’re trying to build something from nothing. It’s all about know when to take a break and write some poetry solely for you…