Shawn L. Bird

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poem- switch December 14, 2013

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Best laid plans

A good surprise

Gone wrong.

An earnest effort

Hug cures

anguish

frustration

Making right

Rewind

Start again

Free rein

 

poem- sunset November 26, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 5:28 pm
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The lake

is a puddle of pink paint

reflecting  clouds glistening Klimt gold

in a sky fixated on fuchsia.

 

poem- if November 5, 2013

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would greet her every day

with a heart heating hug

with a spine kindling kiss

with glowing eyes.

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would bid her sleeping form farewell

with grieving eyes

with cuddling kiss

with a heart felt hug

longing to remain.

If he loved her,

….she thinks

he would harness his white horse

unsheath his sword,

charge down her demons,

She doesn’t see,

that he is her champion,

if he sees who she is

and stays to fight for her

when she’s not looking.

She doesn’t see,

that he loves her.

 

So, whatcha writin’ in that NaNoWriMo thing, anyway? July 11, 2013

In November, when I was actually on track with my NaNo writing, I had a few gems that still make me happy. This book is now with the editor (who has gone to Europe for 2 weeks, and abandoned me!) Thought I’d share this with you, in the hopes that it will inspire today’s Camp NaNo efforts to get more than 500 words a day, which is all I’ve been managing so far! (Arg). Enjoy.

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Thought you might like to see what’s coming along.  Ben is now at University of Calgary with his friends Paul and Ryan.  (Craigie Hall is the music building). Grace is living in the Shuswap with her Auntie Bright.  If you’re new to the story, you should know that Grace and Ben are connected telepathically.  Ben is the earthly realm form of the demi-god Orpheus.  He’s narrating.

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I was walking down a corridor in Craigie Hall when a stab of pain crashed into my head.  I staggered into the wall, and grabbed for support.

A girl rushed over to me, “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, gasping, and she guided me to a bench.  I dropped my head between my knees.  “I’ll be okay.  It’s fine.”  The pain wasn’t mine, it was reverberating from Grace.  She didn’t know yet how to completely control her side of our connection.  Her…

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ancient history June 10, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:00 am
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Always

wasn’t as long as I expected.

Forever

didn’t outlast  the decades.

You’re

The Colliseum,

The pyramid at Giza,

The hanging gardens of Babylonia.

You may fool the Trojans

with that horse

but you no longer

fool me.

You’re Pompeii:

buried,
a frozen moment.
 I am not
an archeologist
any more.
 

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.

 

allusion December 29, 2011

Filed under: Commentary — Shawn L. Bird @ 3:14 am
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In Edge of Reason, Bridget Jones comments to her diary, “Wonder what Mark Darcy would be like as a father. Father to his children I mean, not to me. That would be  a weird Oedipus-like thought.”

Ha.  I love Bridget Jones.  I think there is far too much Bridget Jones inside each of us.  There is always something that makes us feel somewhat inadequate and afraid.

I like this quote, though, because of the allusion.  When I teach allusion to my high school students, I tell them that it is all around us, but that kids often miss it, simply because they don’t know the work alluded to.  To be well educated, is to have an understanding of the breadth of literary heritage, so you can recognise allusion!

Here it is in action. Bridget Jones refers to Oedipus.  There’s a lot of meaning encapsulated in this reference, if you know to what she is alluding.

The story of Oedipus Rex is an ancient Greek play written by Sophacles some 2500 years ago.  The summary is that a king is told that he will be killed by his son, so when his son is born, he maims him and tells the wife to kill him.  The wife gives the baby to a servant who tells her he’s killed it, but in fact sends it to be raised far away.  Meanwhile young Oedipus wonders if he’s adopted.  He goes to the Oracle to clear it up, and instead of a straight answer, is told he’s going to bed his mother.  He presumes that means he’s not adopted, and runs away to escape that fate.  The king, his birth father, comes across young Oedipus on the road, they have an altercation, Oedipus kills his father (not knowing it’s him of course) and thus one prophecy is fulfilled.  Then he ends up marrying his mother and becoming king.  When he eventually finds out, he tears out his eyes in torment.  There is an underlying message here about the inevitability of destiny, etc.

Obviously, a 2,400 year old play is in public domain.  You can read it here: http://classics.mit.edu/Sophocles/oedipus.html

Now, lets come back to Bridget.  What layers of meaning are there in her side-comment about Mark Darcy being her father in an Oedipus-like way…  Hmmm

Allusion makes everything far more intriguing.

PS.  In my classroom, when I’m teaching Senior English, there is an “Allusion board” for students to post examples of allusion that they find in literature, movies, and news sources.  One reason that I teach 1984, despite students’ horror of it, because it is a book that is alluded to constantly.