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Intro post from
ariestess
[Note :: I can't believe that I almost forgot to post this today! This is what I get for getting distracted by other things.]
He-ey there! I'm
ariestess and I'll be your host this week on
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I think I've been interested in poetry pretty much my entire life, but it wasn't until my first year of junior high school [circa 1982-1983 -- yes, I'll date myself] that I really got into poetry. I'd been reading a YA book about the "suicide poets" and got introduced to Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, plus a third female poet whose name is currently a blank, like the title and author. [And if this book sounds at all familiar to you, please let me know if you know the title or author, as I've been searching for it for YEARS now.]
The first poem I wrote that I still have a copy of was in 1985, I believe [the binder isn't with me currently], and it was an awfully cheesy thing about soap operas. Well, I suppose it might have been a bit clever, but still... I really got into writing freeform poetry in junior high and high school or, as I like to call it, the suicidal years. Plath's work really influenced me back then. Now, I'm influenced by a wide variety of poets and styles, but Plath is still at the top of my list.
In college, I took a couple of creative writing courses from a published author/poet, J.D. Whitney, and I got rehooked on poetry. Plus, being an English and theatre major, I kind of had poetry hammered into me, so it's probably a good thing that I enjoy it so much. There's a sense of both immediacy and permanence to poetry that is completely different from prose, which I also love.
For this week, I've decided to highlight a few of the more obscure poem forms that I like to use, with examples from my own poetry. But for today, I am going to offer up a poem that I wrote back in 1998. At the time, I was writing it as a spell for the beads that would be in my juju braid [or was it a bracelet or necklace? I forget now], a way for me to have a constant physical reminder of the wiccan/pagan path I was following. To this day, I still want to utilize this spell/poem somehow, but I just haven't decided how yet...
"Journey of Souls"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
26 September 1998
Red for the blood which flows in our veins
Orange for the flames in which Destruction & Creation are wrought
Yellow for the sun, the Father God Incarnate
Silver for the stars in the nighttime sky, mantle of the moon, the Mother Goddess Incarnate
Green for the Earth, symbol of life and all living things
Blue for the waters of the Earth, sustaining source of all life
Purple for the beauty & sanctity of life, all life
Black that surrounds them, symbolizing the darkness of the womb from which we emerge in birth & the darkness of the tomb to which we succumb and return in death to await rebirth
Thus the journey of souls always has been & always will be
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I think I've been interested in poetry pretty much my entire life, but it wasn't until my first year of junior high school [circa 1982-1983 -- yes, I'll date myself] that I really got into poetry. I'd been reading a YA book about the "suicide poets" and got introduced to Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, plus a third female poet whose name is currently a blank, like the title and author. [And if this book sounds at all familiar to you, please let me know if you know the title or author, as I've been searching for it for YEARS now.]
The first poem I wrote that I still have a copy of was in 1985, I believe [the binder isn't with me currently], and it was an awfully cheesy thing about soap operas. Well, I suppose it might have been a bit clever, but still... I really got into writing freeform poetry in junior high and high school or, as I like to call it, the suicidal years. Plath's work really influenced me back then. Now, I'm influenced by a wide variety of poets and styles, but Plath is still at the top of my list.
In college, I took a couple of creative writing courses from a published author/poet, J.D. Whitney, and I got rehooked on poetry. Plus, being an English and theatre major, I kind of had poetry hammered into me, so it's probably a good thing that I enjoy it so much. There's a sense of both immediacy and permanence to poetry that is completely different from prose, which I also love.
For this week, I've decided to highlight a few of the more obscure poem forms that I like to use, with examples from my own poetry. But for today, I am going to offer up a poem that I wrote back in 1998. At the time, I was writing it as a spell for the beads that would be in my juju braid [or was it a bracelet or necklace? I forget now], a way for me to have a constant physical reminder of the wiccan/pagan path I was following. To this day, I still want to utilize this spell/poem somehow, but I just haven't decided how yet...
"Journey of Souls"
by A. Magiluna Stormwriter
26 September 1998
Red for the blood which flows in our veins
Orange for the flames in which Destruction & Creation are wrought
Yellow for the sun, the Father God Incarnate
Silver for the stars in the nighttime sky, mantle of the moon, the Mother Goddess Incarnate
Green for the Earth, symbol of life and all living things
Blue for the waters of the Earth, sustaining source of all life
Purple for the beauty & sanctity of life, all life
Black that surrounds them, symbolizing the darkness of the womb from which we emerge in birth & the darkness of the tomb to which we succumb and return in death to await rebirth
Thus the journey of souls always has been & always will be
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I'm fascinated by your poem. I'm very fond of the colours you chose and I like the symbolism behind each of them, especially black. It's not one of my favourite colours, but I can totally see how it could represent both the beginning and the end of things.
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I remember that this poem here was something of a spell that I was coming up with. I think it was a variation on an affirmation [despite being WAY too long for one LOL] or like praying on a rosary of sorts. Eventually, I'll get the beads onto something that I can work with...
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Were you thinking of a mantra like affirmation or something else?
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You mentioned theatre -- did you ever get involved in poetry readings or slam poetry? I don't know as much about poetry-as-performance as I would like, and I get the sense that there is performance or movement or ritual of some kind that yearns to go with the piece you shared here that I simply don't have the experience to make sense of.
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never got into poetry readings or slam poetry, though I'm starting to want to. I'm just not sure my poems are quite the right vein for that sort of thing, since I always see that the poems used are longer and have a certain cadence...
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The color imagery in this poem is lovely.
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You can also find some good examples on youtube. I've got to run to class, but I'll try to find some really good youtube videos of dub poetry later and share them. :)
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And thank you. I had specific plastic pony beads in mind when I'd written the poem. Now, I want to see if I can find some nice glass beads to make something...
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I especially like the last line, it really resonates with me:
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And I love Valiente's "Charge of the Goddess".
The last line of this poem always gets me... I still have no idea where it came from, but it's just so perfect...