Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

she says, he says May 21, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:11 pm
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I’m sad, she says,

her head resting

upon his shoulder.

Words greeted by silence

that hovers

like a malevolent precipice.

Why, he says, are you choosing

to make yourself sad?

I did not choose to be sad, she says.

So then, why did you say, This is sad? he says.

What? she says.

You said, This is sad, he says.

I did not, she says.

I said, I’m sad. She says.

No. You didn’t, he says.

Yes.  I did. She says, sighing.

Silence weaves around them like water

filling between the cracks.

Now,

I’m angry, she says.

 

more on the editing stuff May 20, 2012

Filed under: Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:26 pm
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Gail Anderson-Dargatz is a formerly local writer.  She graduated from the high school where I teach, and until last summer, she lived over the hill and wrote about our region.  At the moment she’s living all the way across the country on an island in Lake Huron.  Gail also teaches at UBC in the Creative Writing Masters program.  In addition, she has a blog.  On her blog she has a guest author visit from Vincent Lam, and(here is the point of this post at last!) Vincent Lam has a fun post about editing.  Enjoy!

 

be bad May 19, 2012

Filed under: OUTLANDERishness,Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 7:54 pm
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A colleague of mine was telling me yesterday that she wants to write.  She is terribly impressed that I have written these books.  She would like to write a play.

But…

But she hasn’t.

Why?

Because she gets in the way.  She doesn’t know which direction to take a scene in, so she takes it neither direction.  She doesn’t know how many characters to use, so she has none.  She has so many things, that she has nothing.

I told her that she should give herself permission to write a crappy play.  If she can free herself from the idea that what she has written must be good, she can actually write SOMETHING.  Once there is something on the page, you can edit it into something better.  If there is nothing on the page, well, there’s nothing!

I read that Diana Gabaldon wrote Outlander as a practice novel.  She thought she’d try writing a novel, and since no one was ever going to see it, she could do whatever crazy thing struck her fancy.  She gave herself permission to have fun with the experience, and she did.

When you give yourself permission to be bad, you give yourself permission to take risks.  Let the voices in your head go nuts.  Catch what they say.  Don’t think about it.  Don’t worry if it’s ‘right’ or if it’s ‘good.’

Just let it BE.

Try writing the same thing from different characters’ perspectives.  Try different narrative styles.  You need to put the time in and explore the process.  You will find something interesting, but you won’t if you don’t let it happen.

Give yourself 15 minutes.  Tell the inner critic to leave you alone, and just write.  Don’t stop yourself from achieving your dreams.  Don’t be your own enemy.

Write it.

 

disaster in Vernazza May 17, 2012

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:11 am
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A couple of years ago we went on a vacation to Italy.  We were only there a couple of weeks, but we were enchanted by each place we visited.  One of our favorites was Vernazza, Cinque Terre, Italy.  The Cinque Terre is made up of five towns that were formerly part of the kingdom of Genoa.  Four of the five hillside towns have little or no automobile traffic.  You can see why here!  The houses are connected by picturesque narrow alley ways and lots of stairs.

Vernazza was hit by a flash flood / landslide in October 2011.  We rented an apartment when we visited here.  It was in the building between the yellow and green ones.  Our window was the second one above the white arch being filled with mud.  This is an incredible video.  So much power.

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This slideshow was created by tourists.  It is amazing.  One thing that I thought when I first saw the pictures of this event was how it explains the strange layering of streets that you see in some places in Italy, like Rome.  There is a disaster like this, and people effected just build on top of the rubble.  The street next door might be thirty feet lower.  That’s civilization in motion, at the mercy of nature.  As usual.

 

editing May 16, 2012

Filed under: Writing — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:27 am
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I mentioned the other day that I enjoy the editing process.  Apparently I am not alone!

On his blog David Antropus recently wrote, “editing is an integral part of the creative process and isn’t really qualitatively different from writing. What we tend to call “writing” is in fact “initial drafting” and what we often think of as “editing” is just a deeper form of “writing”. Every bit as creative, and potentially just as satisfying. At its best, it’s the layers of paint over the pencil sketch.”

He goes on to demonstrate, showing the process.  Check out the indiesunlimited piece by clicking here.  He has some valuable links in the comment section. Read through it all.  Great stuff!

 

 

inspire haiku May 15, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:05 am
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Inspire means ‘on breath.’

Let your words be in your breath.

Breathe inspiration.

 

ballet of Orpheus May 14, 2012

Filed under: Mythology — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:42 am
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And now, for something completely different…

Pas de Deux of Orpheus and Euridike from the much acclaimed ‘timelapse/(Mnemosyne)’ created by choreographer David Dawson for Dutch National Ballet (2011)

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poetry is May 13, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:38 am
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poetry is art in words:

the visual spoken,

essence distilled,

passion

revealed.

 

fondness May 12, 2012

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:25 pm
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In your glowing eyes

I see fond memories of

what was not to be.

 

 

joy in death May 11, 2012

Filed under: anecdotes,Friendship — Shawn L. Bird @ 9:38 pm
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I have heard a lot of gleeful old ladies discussing the social aspects of funerals.  Sometimes, it seems rather ghoulish, but it’s true, a good funeral is a wonderful opportunity to connect with faces you haven’t seen in years.  If  people are ‘friends of friends’ or family ‘out-laws’ they may have been part of your periphery for a period in your life, but as you move in different directions, you don’t hear of them any longer.

It was sad to bid farewell to a sweet girl who has been on the edge of life for 26 years.  At her birth, the doctors didn’t expect Emily to live out the day, and most days throughout her life were tenuous.  Emily was a model of being grateful for every day, for dressing to the nines, and appreciating the close up details of things.

Amid our sadness, it was lovely see see familiar faces from the past, and appreciate the time to reconnect with them.   No one seems much changed by time, save a few pounds and some hair colour alterations.  I love that.

There is humour in those meetings, as well. A man I hadn’t seen in decades commented tonight that when he would drive through my old neighbourhood that he would wonder what I was doing now.  Ha.  Now he has the link to my blog, all the mystery will be gone.

;-P