A while back, I was asked to
discuss my “pet poetry peeves” in an interview question. I haven’t thought
about it since, but I came across the file a few days ago and thought it might
be interesting to work with the idea of “peeves” for this week’s prompt.
Following is my answer to the
question, “What are your pet poetry peeves and general poetry philosophy?” I
hope something in it resonates for you.
Poetry “Peeves” and Poetry “Philosophy”
There’s a big difference
between writing a poem and creating art. A lot of people who write poetry work
from a prose impulse and a prose logic that they arrange in lines and stanzas.
They may be very capable writers, but art has to be something more than
competent. It’s too easy to tell a story in a format that looks like a poem.
Some people who write poetry
are so interested in being poets, telling their stories, and getting applause that
they (the writers) are indelibly superimposed over their poems. The poem is the
thing and it needs to be free of the poet if it can ever be called art. There
is definitely a finding and loss of the self in poetry writing—that sounds
contradictory, but it isn’t. The poet enters the poem to learn something; once a
poem is written, the poet necessarily exits; the poem shouldn’t carry the poet
along with it—all that bulk and bone can cast shadows on a poem’s light. A good
poem takes risks—artistic and emotional—but never through concepts and notions
or simplifications. Every poem needs a strong emotional center that doesn’t
smother meaning with sentiment (I think of that as sediment)—subtlety (and that
doesn’t mean obscurity) is necessary for a poem to succeed.
A poem must contain an
element of mystery or surprise—first to the poet and then to the reader or
listener. A poet, beyond competence, has to trust his or her readers to fill in
some of the blanks. Dylan Thomas wrote, “You can tear a poem apart to see what
makes it tick... You’re back with the mystery of having been moved by words.
The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps … so that something that is
not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in.”
The best lesson a poet can
learn is to write “little”—to work from the minute on the way to the large.
Now … for this week’s prompt …
simply write a poem about a pet peeve—something that really irks you (and it
doesn’t have to be poetry or writing related).
Guidelines:
1. Start with a list of things
that annoy you.
2. Select one item for your list
and write a poem about it.
3. You may choose to write about
the peeve itself or how that peeve came to be something that really “bugs” you.
Tips:
1. Because this kind of poem
lends itself to a good “rant,” you might try that approach.
2. You may choose to be humorous
or serious.
3. Stick to specifics and don’t
let emotion rule your content. Remember that this is a poem and should contain
the qualities of good poetry (imagery, figures of speech, effective line
breaks, sound).
4. Don’t close the door on your poem; leave it slightly ajar.
5. Link the end of your poem to the beginning but not
overtly—and don’t over-write.
Pet Peeve Suggestions:
- People who talk with their moths full of food
- People who use poor grammar
- People who use or pronounce words incorrectly
- Screaming (noisy) children in churches, movie theaters, restaurants
- Terrible service in a restaurant
- Arrogance
- Overuse of the word like
- Overuse of the word actually
- Vanity
- Bigotry
- Slow drivers in the fast lanePeople who always have to get the last word
- Loud Music
- Phoniness (insincerity)
- Liars
ReplyDeleteHi Adele,
The peeve of all peeves for me is the subject of the poem below. :)
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Grandma Swears
Grandma swears by the use of batches of my own hair.
Others, over the years, have recommended the following —
coffee grounds, pipe tobacco, and flowerpots of lavender,
geraniums, absinthe, lemon thyme and thorny roses.
Someone wrote in a copy of Gardeners Weekly —
"Have you tried dried peels of lemons, oranges or
grapefruit thrown on top of some chicken wire embedded
in the soil, or, perhaps a thin layer of grass clippings,
what about a scattering of sheep
pellets and a few mothballs strategically placed around
rockery stones covered with vapour rub?
Guaranteed to work!"
Even the bus driver has a few tips: "you could try
white pepper, tea bags soaked in citronella oil,
some plastic bottles filled with water, and a couple of
small mirrors." Believe me, I've tried the lot!
Most recently, I placed a trail of cat biscuits
leading to a litter tray with compost all to keep
the neighbours cats off the flowerbeds.
Finally, Mrs Jones from number forty-three said —
"you should try making a cat-friendly area —
a small plot of catnip, catmint, cat thyme and
spider plants." The cheek of it!
Maybe it's time I got my own cat!
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Very nice, Lewis! I really like the humorous element.
DeleteWell done, Lewis! We have a problem with stray cats in my neighborhood too. Nothing seems to keep them away!
DeleteNice Lewis. I thought it was to keep out other animals like deer. Does it really work to keep away cats? No? My friend in the country used hair to keep away the deer. Oh well! Good luck and try to keep as much hair on your head as possible.
DeleteThe hairs on my head are gone for good unlike the cats in the garden.
DeleteCongratulations and best wishes on your new book, Risa. :)
I'm still sniffling and sneezing, so right now my pet peeve is winter colds/flu! I do like this prompt!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Adele and Jamie. I have tried so many ways in which to keep the cats out of the garden, which is starting to look like an assault course for the cats that seem to enjoy climbing over and crossing the various objects — it's as though they are using the garden to test their strength and physical condition. Just like the cats I hope your flu leaves soon, Jamie. :)
ReplyDeleteI like this prompt very much as I have something I need to rant about right now! Thank you, Adele!
ReplyDeletePet Peeve
ReplyDeleteI love words
I'm obsessed
with words
and deeds
Say what you mean
Do what you say
Otherwise
disappear
leave in peace
and silence!
The poem reminded me of those times after a period of quiet when the thoughts/words appear to have a certain directness and the story being told about everything doesn't seem so serious. Risa, I love the way you put the poem together :)
DeleteWe word lovers can relate to this poem, Risa! Nicely expressed!
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