Shawn L. Bird

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loneliness May 25, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:11 pm
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Snail subsisting

in solitary

travel trailer

inhales oily hair.

Magenta imagination

strikes a stuttering sibilance.

This journey is

long,

lingering,

loneliness.

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A poem crafted in a workshop with Gary Gottfriedson at Word on the Lake 2013.  (Having a great time!  Wish you were here!)

The brief: 10 lines with rich imagery; include senses, an amazing verb, and a colour; avoid clichés.

 

listen May 24, 2013

I am here

to listen.

I want to savour each word

of the story you create

to make meaning of the world.

I am here

to listen.

I want your words to come

clear on the air

to my ear,

each one a gift.

I want to listen

So speak your passion

in whispers and shouts

enunciated

truncated

dissipated

like leaves in fall

wisked away by wind.

I want to capture each one

so your story

becomes part of my story,

so I can raise my voice

sing my song,

tell my tale.

We share together:

I am;

hear.

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Tonight I was at the Shuswap Association of Writers Coffee House, presented annually in conjunction with Word on the Lake Festival of Readers and Writers.  I heard some amazing writers and poets read, some were easier to appreciate than others.  I like when the poet savours his/her words, and crafts the reading like a performance piece, so you can experience the poem.  I dislike when a poet tosses off meaningless dribble, and then explains it, and the explanation is a better poem than the poem, itself.  Bad form, famous poet, bad form.  There was great stuff to enjoy, though, as there always is.

 

unlikely love… May 22, 2013

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This is a wonderful poem by Sarah Kay, about romance between ‘two unlikely objects’ specifically a toothbrush and bicycle tire.  So poignant and clever.

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Love on the half shell May 20, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 4:54 pm
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You rise from the basement

like Venus rising from the ocean,

your underwear in your hand,

modestly hiding the assets,

like Venus’s demurely draped hair.

Dripping from your outdoor exertions,

you stand on the carpet–

a modern half-shell–

and your beauty begs for

Botticelli,

but embraces me.

 

kantele & noodles

Filed under: fun — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:10 am
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A few months back I posted about how I’d purchased a Finnish kantele (direct from Finland).  It was by way of avoiding getting back to playing my harps, and I entertained myself noodling away on the five strings of my kantele for months.  At the moment I have both harps back in circulation, but I still reach for the little kantele.  It’s ‘no brain’ music for me, and I play it when I want to re-focus from some task (usually editing).

Here is my little kantele.  It is tuned to a pentatonic scale.  That is like the black notes of a piano.  The notes are whole tones and so every string fits nicely with every other.  You can’t play two dissonant notes when you’re tuned pentatonically (providing you’re in tune!).   I noodle away, and most of my tunes sound more or less the same.  I make them up every time, but there are only 5 strings, and I seem to make the same patterns, so my kantele playing always sounds something like this (with apologies for the terrible recording quality from my iPhone’s voice memo app).  Here are 30 seconds of the 2 minutes I uploaded (not sure what happened to the other 1:30 minutes!)

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I’m feeling all  (more…)

 

sometimes (a Rule of 3 poem) May 19, 2013

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:20 pm
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Sometimes

I look at you

changing the tires on my car,

pushing a mower around my mother’s yard,

pruning (really badly) the trees at home,

and I think my heart will explode.

Sometimes

I listen to you

laughing riotously at a scene on TV,

playing Goldberg Variations on the piano,

snoring (very loudly) in bed at night

and I think my heart will explode

Sometimes

I touch you

entwining arms around you,

stretching onto the tips of my toes

kissing  (quite passionately) whatever my lips reach

and I think my heart will explode.

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There you go.  That’s Diana Gabaldon’s Rule of Three happening in a poem! 🙂  What would make my heart finally explode?  If he would only wear his kilt while doing any of the above! lol

 

 

sensory sex writing: tips from Diana Gabaldon May 18, 2013

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:22 pm
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Diana Gabaldon posted on Facebook today that she’s writing an ebook about writing sex scenes.  As an example, she posted a selection that appeared to contain most of the “How to Write Sex Scenes” article she wrote for Chatelaine that she has posted on her website .  If the title of this post drew you here, and you just want to hear how to write sex scenes, head right to that article.

Her  basic premise is that sex scenes are about emotional connectiveness, not the sexual act, so a sex scene isn’t about the sex, it’s about something else, and there are ways to amp up the emotional quotient of a scene to show that.  She advocates the Rule of Three: include three senses in the descriptions and the scene will be rich and evocative.

In the ensuing comments, Diana made some interesting observations that I’ve been pondering.  Teacher Patricia Davis said she coaches her students to follow the methods Diana espouses and Diana responded,

Diana on writing emotion

 “the key to writing strong emotion is restraint.  You actually don’t write “about” emotion, you just show it happening.  You don’t want to get between the reader and the emotion, is what it comes down to, so the writing can’t show.”

It’s the old adage about showing not telling.  Show the emotion, don’t tell about it, but don’t show it in such a way that the writing is apparent.  Like cameras and microphones appearing  in the frame in your t.v. shows, if the writing technique is obvious, it kills the magic of the illusion.

I have to confess, the more workshops I take on writing, and the more authors I interact with, the pickier I become as a reader.  I know what should be done and whether I manage to do it in my own work (fingers crossed!) I want excellence in what I read now.  Like an amateur magician, I’m harder to fool and less tolerant of incompetence.

There are tricks and tips out there like the Rule of 3 that she outlines in the article.  Writing isn’t magic.  You don’t put things on the page and have them perfect immediately.  Writing is a craft, and you must practise it in order to be good at it.  To a compliment about her writing and observations by Magsasakang Pinoy, who said if he wrote, he’d follow her suggestions, she responded,

Diana on writing

“There are really two parts to writing fiction: finding the story, and then getting it from your head onto the page, in such as  way that it arrives more or less intact in the reader’s head <g>  I don’t know that you can teach anyone how to tell stories, but you can certainly teach them the craft of putting words on a page.”

It’s a little like Oz requesting we “pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.”  But even if we know ‘how’ we can still be manipulated by a master hand wielding the craft to create the magic.   A weak writer will have us stalking up to pull back the curtain and shout, “Ah ha!  I knew it!” but a strong writer will leave us happily suspending our disbelief as the magic unfolds.  When the scene is over we blink happily back to real life, and savour the mastery we’ve just experienced, even more impacted than the non-writer reader, because writers know just how skillfully we’ve been manipulated (and we LOVE it when it happens!).

We are so lucky to live in a time when writers can use social media to interact with their readers, and when it is so easy to give and to receive coaching and encouragement!  I am thankful and awed on a daily basis.

(Thanks for staying with me.  Now go read Diana’s article if you haven’t already, and I’ll get back to editing Grace Awakening Myth.  I need to use that Rule of Three in a few places!).  🙂

 

 

pillow thoughts May 17, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:48 pm

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He reaches

to her slumbering form,

gathering her

within his arms.

Brushing her hair

with his breath,

he pulls her

against his heart,

too full of

her

to search

for words.

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getting it May 16, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:43 pm

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I was impressed with OneMinuteBooks’ review of Grace Awakening for a couple of specific reasons. Of course, I like that she’s enthusiastic in her praise, but specifically, I love that she GETS it.

She understands that since Grace is the narrator, the reader has only as much information as Grace does. (Well, they get a little more, as they get to peek in on those 3rd person mythic realm dialogues that Grace doesn’t know about). Yes. This is confusing. Yes. This was intentional.  Yes.  This means you are Grace, in all her confusion.

I like that the reviewer gets the mythical allusions, and understands the purpose behind not telling the reader straight out. Yes. You’re supposed to be smart enough to be able to look this up yourself (with the help of the glossary at the back).  Yes. I expect that you are smart enough to figure out that there…

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paper love May 15, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:28 pm
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I covet little papers
Adorned with your precise handwriting
Conveying adoration
Enumerating my suitability.

I covet little papers
You laugh at the saccharin sentimentality
Contrived emotionality
of your romantic immaturity

I covet little papers
Embarrassing legacy of first feeling
Precious pieces of paper
declaring what is now history

I covet little papers
memories of what was dreamt of then
A future that came true
Recorded for posterity

I covet little papers
of what you declared so long ago
promises then are the actions
of our long domesticity.