Saturday, September 21, 2019

What Do You Do (After a Book is Completed)?


Welcome back to “The Music In It!”
 I hope you all had relaxing and peaceful summers!
The post that follows is one that reflects a number of voices—
those of poets whose work I especially respect and admire.
I hope you enjoy their comments.


About a year ago, I finished a new collection of poems. A hard copy of the manuscript sat on my desk for at least twelve months. Every time I opened it, I found something else I wanted to change. After months of making changes, I let the manuscript sit for while and didn't open it at all. Nor did I write. When I finally looked at the manuscript again, I made more changes; and only when I began to feel I was over-editing, did I decide that the collection was done.
I finally sent the manuscript out, and I'm happy to share with you that it was accepted by the publisher who published my two previous books. It will be a few months before the book is in print, and I've been thinking about the time it takes to write a book. Yep, thinking about, but not writing poetry.

It’s a fact that I every time I finish a poetry manuscript, I stop writing poems for a while. It doesn’t feel like a big-sigh-of-relief-and-now-I’m-going-to-take-a-break. It isn’t something conscious, and it certainly isn’t something I choose. I do write reviews and nonfiction articles, anything but poetry. It’s a strange process—one that I can’t explain—and it takes several months (sometimes longer) before I get back into writing poems again. 

I've always said the my muse is fickle—she vacations in the south of France, takes three martini lunches, and usually only shows up when I'm busy with a thousand other things. Apparently a finished manuscript is a ticket to ride for her because she cheerfully deserts me for long periods of time after I complete a book.

I’ve been wondering what it’s like for other poets. Do they finish one manuscript and keep on writing poems, begin a new manuscript, send the completed manuscript out right away or let it sit and “mature?” Here are some related comments from ten of my favorite poet friends. 

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My first book of poetry was published when I was 43 and in the 27 years since I have only written three more full length collections. Unlike some of my poet friends, I am not at all prolific so to actually have a book completed is a very big deal for me.

Usually a few specific poems that I might have received especially positive feedback on will spur me to take a look at my body of work since my last book to determine if I might have a viable manuscript for a new full length volume.  Once a poem has been published in a journal I usually don’t make any changes so in putting together a possible manuscript it becomes more a question of how to organize completed poems that might have been written over a wide span of years into a coherent, unified book. That is where I rely upon an editor who can help with discerning how to order individual poems effectively. I only usually know in advance which poem I would like to be the first in the book and which poem I would like to be the last but, other than that, I have been open to suggestions from the editor at the publishing house. At Grayson Books I have been fortunate to work with Virginia Connors who has been extremely helpful in this regard.

When the book is first published I am excited of course but I also understand I then have the daunting obligation of promoting it through readings and mailings. This aspect of having a new book out has become more difficult for me as I get older because where I now live in Pennsylvania is such a long distance from most reading venues and the extended driving, especially at night, has become a challenge for me.

I haven’t had any problems in writing new poems after a book has come out but I don’t immediately consider them as automatic material for “the next book.” I know that if there will be another book it would be years away and I can think about that if and when the time comes. 
—Edwin Romond

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Well, most of us know Paul ValĂ©ry's famous quotation, “A poem is never finished only abandoned.” Perhaps that's true of poetry books and chapbooks too. But for me a book is finished if it begins with a vision of some kind and ends when the text matches that vision (sometimes reshaping that vision). The vision might be to explore a theme, or it could be to avoid a theme. I come at this question more as a publisher than as a poet, but as a publisher I look for a manuscript that conveys a kind of focus and sets expectations in some way, whether through the title, in an introduction, or by becoming clear in the poems themselves. As a poet, I tend to write individual poems without proactively writing about a particular subject, such as for a themed book, but I admire poets who write with an intentional focus, because those poems can feel harder to write. I imagine that some poets will edit poems to fit better into the context of the book, but I've also seen where this can damage the integrity of particular poems on their own -- it's a delicate balance. But anything should always be up for revision, including input from other writers or editors. But at some point you've got to say it's done, shifting each poem and the book as a whole from private to public, from process to product. Perhaps that's the moment of abandonment, of holding on for the ride after the roller-coaster leaves the station. 
—Michael Dylan Welch

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I don’t think I’ve ever planned to write a book. Instead, since I unexpectedly wrote my first poem at six years old (not that one could really call it a poem), I’ve always waited for the poetry muse to randomly land on my shoulder. And it seems to me that most of my poems write themselves.  My pen seems to work faster than my consciousness and I just am on a journey that my pen takes and I follow. I guess that makes me an intuitive poet rather than one who plots her poems or works on each individual line or image. But my method obviously has drawbacks.

Once the poem is quickly finished, there are many editing and revision steps necessary to correct the usual typos, line breaks, and decisions concerning word choice, specificity, and clarity.  The emotional truth, however, is something that is complete for me in the first draft. Sometimes, though rarely, my style results in a poem that seems finished (and despite the fact that for two decades I’ve been quoting to my workshop students that famous line  “ that a poem is never finished, just abandoned”). And oddly enough, those poems have often been the poems called my “signature” poems.

Because I don’t plan a book, I just keep writing poems whatever the subject until I have enough to fill a manuscript. Sometimes, I find myself almost obsessed and writing on the same subject but I often have such a variety of subjects, the ordering of the poems into a manuscript becomes a challenge—but a challenge I enjoy.

Once a publisher has accepted my manuscript, I really almost stop writing poems and focus on the editorial suggestions the editor and publisher’s proofreader suggest.  There's always a grammatical error or typo I’ve missed. Luckily, my editors have usually liked the order of my poems so that doesn’t usually change. But watch out I tell myself. Because if that seductive muse unexpectedly lands on my shoulder, I know there’s no resisting her. So I’ve learned to always keep my pen and a tiny notebook in my purse wherever I am, though I have recently given up writing while driving and I’ll let you imagine why. 

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Once I decide to construct a manuscript, it can take a while to get it suitable for a publisher, maybe a few years. Just like with poems, I share my manuscripts with trusted friends who give feedback for changes: everything from excluding poems and reordering to revising poems and suggesting titles. I get a sense that a book is ready to go out for consideration after I’ve gone through several iterations of editing with those trusted friends, i.e., once I’ve used all the applicable suggestions and advice and there seems nothing more I can do. But even after that, I often go through several versions of a manuscript. For instance, various versions of The Beautiful Moment of Being Lost were sent out for consideration over about six years before being accepted. There are several reasons for that. One is that I apply different organizing principles for different versions. Also, as I generate new poems, I see how that work fits into a collection and can improve it. So, it's a constant editing process, a constant evolution toward something that is really only final after the printer gets it. Even after a manuscript is accepted for publication, there’s more editing done—a process I enjoy, since one sees the book getting better and better.

I don’t take a break from writing poems. The idea of doing so doesn’t make sense to me since poetry is my primary way of responding to the world. It would be like taking a break from thinking and feeling. In this sense, I’m always working toward a new collection. Although putting a coherent one together is, for me, the larger challenge given that I write each poem as an independent exploration. But these disparate struggles do generally add up to a single vision since I also tend to obsess about certain issues. And although I write essays and reviews, poetry remains the primary way I embody my thinking and feeling. In fact, sometimes when I’m trying to write an essay, the process of wrestling with the subjects in prose results in poems unintentionally bursting forth. Poetry just makes more sense to me. 

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I began as a bar poet, meaning I read in bars and in art centers, and I was performative—not an actor, but someone who thought poetry ought to be memorable as much as crafted. Crafted can be introverted and I wasn't an introvert. A well crafted poem might not work in a bar, might not be the type of craft you ought to employ. I was against the tyranny of ambiguity and understatement. I paid a price for that. There's a difference between memorable and accessible. Some things inaccessible are memorable. Some things must be difficult because that's exactly what they are, but I was writing what I called "paper movies." My early poems like “Elegy for Sue Rapeezi” or “Ode to Elizabeth” were verbally "shot," so I didn't even think of a book. I didn't publish any book until I was 37 and it was not carefully composed. It was put together by my friend Dwyer Jones to be sold at my feature with Allen Ginsberg. It was a bag full of my poems. My first real book was done by Dave Roskos with an intro by Harvey Pekar and it was called A Portable Winter. Dave sequenced those poems. My last book A Night in Duluth shows an evolution from this original "bag full of poems" idea to a somewhat thought-out book, but I still sell most of my books through readings and you don't read consecutively unless you're deaf to an audience. I see my poetry as comic, but not in a light verse way. It's also different in that it still claims the right to feature characters, but also mix such narrative/fiction elements with small lyrics, formal poems, and even surreal moments (What I call, given my love of vaudeville and silent film comics: "Sub-conscious gags"). This is all a roundabout way of saying my books are still often bags full of poems. Consider it a kit bag, the black bag of a comic who uses props. I do not feel I am underselling myself by saying I'm a comic poet. I grew up loving Stan Laurel and the Marx Brother. All that had as much to do with my poems as poetry books. Also my Catholic sense of reality is a dark comic in which Eucharistic reality is the true unifying thread. 
—Joe Weil

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On writing a new book:  I'm a painfully slow writer, so I have a hard time letting go of a manuscript. After I submitted my first book, I was so anxious, and I received a letter from a mentor who'd written a blurb telling me to be proud of that book. I remember sitting on the back steps weeping uncontrollably with relief. Now, I edit and change right down to the deadline, and deadlines help both to energize me to finish or force me to submit a manuscript even if they're self-imposed. I know more when a manuscript is not ready than if it is ready.  Submitting is still a challenge, and afterwards, I do take a break. Ellen Bryant Voight once said she changes forms for each manuscript to keep her writing fresh. Great idea, but that doesn't seem to work for me. Others write to a theme however loosely structured, and I'm trying this for my third book.  The challenge is finding a way to stay within that framework without forcing poems to "fit."
 —Priscilla Orr

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I feel a collection is finished when I've gone through all the poems that might work together, weeded out the weaker sisters, rethought the order numerous times, and am especially happy with the opening and closing poems.

The changing and/or editing I do is mostly deleting poems that, much as I may love them, just don't work in the flow/context of the collection. Sometimes, though, I do minor tinkering with a poem, changing a word or two or rearranging line break—or sometimes even shifting a line or stanza placement. When I've done with the above, I think I'm ready to submit it to a publisher.

I don't find myself starting a new collection or new set of poems right away, although I may find myself writing more poems that "might" fit into the manuscript I just submitted. What to do in that case? It depends on the publisher. With my books with Mountains & Rivers Press, I was working with the editor to consider adding certain poems right up to a few weeks before she went to print. Some she liked for the collection, some not so much. I like a collection to have a unity of theme and mood, although the poems may vary quite a bit. So, other times, the poems I write after I've submitted a ms. just won't work in that ms.

Since I don't write on a deliberate timetable, sometimes I do take a break, other times not. Poems come when they will. If a poem wants to arrive, I welcome it. It's not very challenging to start writing when a poem knocks at my psyche.

In the beginning after submitting a ms. I do write unrelated poems with no thought to another collection. After I've written a bunch I then start looking to see if there is a connecting theme relating them. If so, I can deliberately build on that, or just keep my eyes open to see what else I write might fit with its predecessors. 
—Penny Harter

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I have recently emerged from a brief poetry-drought. In early July, I completed a chapbook manuscript for submission, then immediately wrote a microchap manuscript for a July 31 deadline. Whew! I planned a short writing hiatus, but when I sat down to write again, no words surfaced. I let it go for a week, then tried again with the same result: no words. I pushed the block off to the distraction of summer activity, but then, after the third week, I needed to tune in to my blank space.

In the quiet of my room, the pencil, idle across the page. The cursor, a silent metronome, marked the time, marked each non-existent keystroke. I didn't panic––Hemingway's ghost whispered over my shoulder: Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now (The Moveable Feast). In the past, the expanse of the blank screen overwhelmed me. I would self-flagellate in despair, curse my lack and iron my shower curtain. This time, however, I reached out to a fellow writer, a poetry friend. "I can't write a thing! I feel empty," I texted. "Not in a bad way, but empty."

Confessing the writer's block has freed me to sit in my own silence and embrace it. Instead of shaking my fists at the void, I opened my palms to receive. I asked my shifting muse for a hint, a word, an inroad to my next written adventure. Within a day or two, I scavenged through my "tickle" folder and transcribed voice notes I stored on my phone. My thoughts sparked; ideas took shape, words created structure. My next steps of a new poetry journey. 
 —Michelle Ortega 
https://www.communicareltd.com/
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I just sent my manuscript to my publisher and knew it was finished only because I smacked into the deadline. I was far too close to the material to know if it was finished in some organic sense.

Throughout the process I continue to change and edit both the shape of the finished volume and the individual poems.

I think that a collection is ready to consider for publication when, as a whole, it feels is as strong, moving, and surprising as the best of the individual poems that make it up.
 
I don't start a new collection right away, except in the sense that I continue to write poems. I don't envision a cohesive volume of work before I begin, but wait to see where the poems want to go.

I don't deliberately take a break after completing a collection, but I do begin again with revising work that was meant to be included but didn't make the cut.

It's always challenging to write!

I don't write individual poems toward an eventual collection, but try to make each poem better than any I've written before, and take it from there.
—Catherine Doty

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I know that a book is finished … with a little help from my friends. Like most writers I know, I’m blessed with a few trusted readers who give me feedback on various poems, including my friend and long-time mentor, Chris Bursk, who is a genius at suggestions for placing a collection of poems in an order that makes sense. We’re generally too close to our own work to critique it with a clear eye, and even if we don’t agree with a friend’s every single suggestion in the end, it’s a good starting point through a fresh perspective to get a sense of the arc of the book and where to begin, where to end.

I do a fair amount of editing. I believe in Ginsberg’s “First thought, best thought,” but I would add, “First draft, not necessarily best,” citing Anne Lamott’s cautionary “Shitty First Drafts” in Bird by Bird. Of course, once in a very blue moon, a poem comes to the page whole or almost whole (what a a gift, yes?), but most poets, I believe, know it’s not the norm. So, though it is important to get first thoughts down before we lose them, it’s as important to let them brew awhile, then go back and sieve the dross. I often have a lot of that!

Once I have the introductory poem(s) and am settled on the arc, somehow, I end up with a poem or two that appear(s) to wind it down; I “hear” it. I strive for the same thing I tell my students about this: Yeats’ notion that the completion of a poem (or book) is akin to the lid of a box clicking shut. As in the art of painting, adding just one more stroke at the end can often wreck what really is finished, so again, I let it brew awhile until I “hear” that click. Then I know I can send it out.

I don’t start a new collection right away. For me, it’s like crashing into bed at the end of an arduous day. I need time to regroup and sometimes that can take months. This is not to say I don’t write anything, but I don’t necessarily have a book in mind as poems introduce themselves. Usually, I realize I might have a new collection as I start to see a cohesiveness form among the new poems I do have, and I resurrect old poems from the dark of notebook pages where I often find some that fit with new ones and work on tuning them again.

After completing a manuscript, I sometimes find it challenging to write new poems … I get the feeling I’ve said all I’m meant to say. For example, after the release of my most recent book, I had an inordinately long stretch of desert in front of me. But I attend a workshop each spring which “forces” me to bring something every two weeks, so it gives me a start; albeit, a slow one sometimes. And of course, prompts help. Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate (2004-2006), has said, “I tell my students that they ought to read a hundred poems for every one they try to write.” Best advice I know!

Generally, I write unrelated poems initially; I think that helps me get some direction as they come out. Or my husband or a poet friend will see connections that I couldn’t, being, as I said above, too close to my own thoughts, and that works as the trigger toward making a new collection—with focus. 

—Bernadette McBride

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 Big thanks to all of these special poets! 
Be sure to click on the links and check out their websites and books!




Saturday, July 13, 2019

Happy Summer!


Happy summer, everyone!

There’s a lot going on behind the blog this summer, and I’m happy to share with you that my next book, a collection of prose poems, has been accepted for publication by Welcome Rain Publishers (who did What Matters and A Lightness, A Thirst, or Nothing at All). Like the first two, the new book will be hard bound with a dust jacket. It will also contain some surprise features that I haven’t seen done before. The most exciting part is that production is moving along quickly: there’s a preliminary design for the front cover and, last night, I received the first pass text proofs.

And so, after just completing a manuscript preparation process for an especially gifted poet whom I coach privately, I now have to begin the task of proofreading my own book. It’s all wonderful but, as always, a little daunting at the same time. 
 
Other happy news is the publication of A Constellation of Kisses (edited by Diane Lockward and published by Terrapin Books). This collection of poems by dozens of distinguished poets is all about kisses: first and last kisses, hello and goodbye kisses, wanted and unwanted kisses, hot and cold kisses, unforgettable kisses, and many more. (One of my poems is included!) 

Check out the gorgeous cover!

I urge you to order now (in addition to being a great read and addition to your personal library, this book is a perfect gift for the special “kissers” in your lives (parents, boyfriends, girlfriends, partners, spouses, Valentines—anyone who has kissed and been kissed). 

With the new book demanding careful attention this summer, along with editorial duties for Tiferet’s upcoming autumn “Borders” issue, and planning an ekphrastic poetry retreat for September 28th (click here for retreat info), I’ve decided to take a brief hiatus during the last two weeks of this month and through August.

During that time, there are hundreds of prompts for you to explore, interesting articles, ideas and insights from a variety of poets, and lots of suggested reading in the blog archives. I hope you’ll take advantage of this time to discover and to write.
 



I wish you all a blessed, relaxing, healthy,
and very happy summer!

See you in September!









 

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Prompt #340 – The Letter I Never Received


Way back in the early days of this blog, I wrote a prompt about writing letters to ourselves. Strangely enough, that was blog post #40, and this prompt is #340! So ... here we are ... 300 prompts later!

Yesterday, while driving, an old song called “The Letter” came up on the radio (one of those “golden Oldies”—listen below), and I thought about important letters I’ve received and one or two that I wish had been sent to me but never were.




How often do we write letters these days? That is, real letters, not emails or text messages? Can a letter become a poem?

The challenge for this prompt is to write a letter poem from someone else, addressed to you. Think in terms of a letter that you never received but wish you had.

Suggestions and Tips:

1. Is there someone in your life with whom you have unfinished business? A relative or friend, former lover or spouse? In lieu of personal conversation, what would you like that person to say to you in a letter?

2. You might want to start with a free write and then begin to organize your thoughts from there. Be careful not to tell too much in your poem. Some details will be great, but don’t overdo, and don’t “tell” the whole story—leave something for your readers to imagine.

3. The body of your poem may be stichic (one long stanza) or may be composed of several stanzas.

4. Be on the lookout for prepositional phrases that you might remove (articles and conjunctions too).

5. The great author Mark Twain once wrote, “When you catch an adjective, kill it. No, I don’t mean utterly, but kill most of them—then the rest will be valuable. They weaken when close together. They give strength when they are wide apart.” This is especially true in poetry. So ... as you work on a poem, think about adjectives and which ones your poem can live without. (Often the concept is already in the noun, and you don’t need a lot of adjectives to convey your meaning.)

5. Avoid clichĂ©s (and, while you’re at it, stay away from abstractions and sentimentality).

6. Show, don’t tell—through striking imagery, a strong emotional center, and an integrated whole of language, form and meaning.

7. Challenge the ordinary, connect, reveal, surprise! And … remember that a poem should mean more than the words it contains.



Saturday, June 8, 2019

Prompt # 339 – Prose Poems (One Foot in Prose, the Other in Poetry)



“Which of us, in his ambitious moments, has not dreamed
of the miracle of a poetic prose,
musical, without rhyme and without rhythm,
supple enough and rugged enough to
adapt itself to the lyrical impulses of the soul,
the undulations of the psyche,
the prickings of consciousness?”

(from Petits Poèmes en Prose by Charles Baudelaire)



I recently conducted an all-day poetry prose poetry retreat for Tiferet Journal and prepared materials for the participants. I thought it might be interesting to share some of those materials with you here on the blog. There's a prompt for you at the end. Enjoy!


Introduction

Although the term may appear contradictory (or an oxymoron), prose poem form is one that’s been around for a long time and is currently enjoying a renaissance of attention. A prose poem has one foot in prose and the other in poetry, but it commits completely to neither.  In the first issue of The Prose Poem: An International Journal, editor Peter Johnson explained, “Just as black humor straddles the fine line between comedy and tragedy, so the prose poem plants one foot in prose, the other in poetry, both heels resting precariously on banana peels.”

While prose poems are not defined by the line breaks (lineation) associated with poetry, they maintain a poetic quality and necessarily use techniques common to poetry. A typical prose poem is one that resembles prose in structure (paragraph form), but moves away from customary prose techniques in favor of poetry-like imagery and/or emotional effect. The prose poem’s allegiance to poetry is unmistakable in sonic impression, compression, internal rhyme, assonance, alliteration, figures of speech, and imagery. Prose poems may vary in length from a single paragraph to more than a page. All prose poems are presented in paragraphs with lines that break with the margins. Importantly, prose poem margins are justified (left and right whenever possible), and prose poems appear in blocks of language (or as “language in a box”). I like to think that prose poems exist in space in much the same way that sculpture does.

Prose poems may appear as paragraphs, but they lack the narrative structure of prose. Characterized by complete sentences and deliberate fragments, they are often metaphor and imagery driven, and they speak the dialect of dreams. Based in reality, they often give a nod to the surreal.

Prose poems should make sense, though they are often presented through highly poetic language, and they almost always stretch the boundaries of poetry and prose. A confusing mishmash of words, however, is not a prose poem (at least not what might be termed a good one).

By the same token, a prose poem is more than a narrative story told in a generic way; there is always a strong element of surprise in the language, always the unexpected. Prose poems are never ordinary pieces of writing.


History

Prose poetry can be traced back to the haibun , a Japanese form of prose poetry that became popular during the 17th century. Western prose poetry emerged in the early 19th century as a rebellion against traditional poetic structures. Poets such as Aloysious Bertrand, Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, and Stéphane Mallarmé used prose poetry as a way to defy the literary conventions of their day. Throughout the 19th century, poets continued to embrace the form.

Though examples of prose passages in poetic texts can be found in early Bible translations, in 17th century haibun, and other early writings, the advent of the form in the work of Aloysius Bertrand and Charles Baudelaire marked the most significant departure from the strict separation between the genres of prose and poetry. A particularly good example of the form is Baudelaire’s “Be Drunk,” which is included in the “Examples” section.

In terms of specific works, Louis-Jacques-NapolĂ©on “Aloysius” Bertrand is credited with introducing prose poetry into French literature in 1842 with Gaspard de la Nuit. In 1869, Charles Baudelaire published Petits Poèmes en Prose (Little Poems in Prose) and gave prose poetry its name. The form was firmly established in France by Arthur Rimbaud (Illuminations, 1886) and StĂ©phane MallarmĂ© (Divagations, 1897), and interest spread throughout the literary world.

The new form carried into the 20th century, with American poets writing prose poetry in the 1950s and ‘60s, including Allen Ginsberg, Bob Dylan, Jack Kerouac, William S. Burroughs, and Robert Bly, to name a few. Charles Simic won the Pulitzer Prize for his 1989 collection of prose poems, The World Doesn’t End.

Each group of writers adapted the form and developed their own rules and restrictions, ultimately expanding the definition of prose poems. Other prose poets involved include (among many others) Paul Fort, Oscar Wilde, James Joyce, Gertrude Stein, Amy Lowell, William Carlos Williams, Kenneth Patchen, John Ashbery, and Mark Strand. However, prose poetry was not embraced by all. T.S. Eliot opposed prose poetry, arguing that it lacked the rhythm and musical patterns of verse.


Recap

Although most poems are written in verse, structure alone does not define poetry. When we take other elements of poetry and then reshape the writing into sentences and paragraphs, that’s how we get prose poetry.

According to Wikipedia, “a prose poem appears as prose, reads as poetry, yet lacks line breaks associated with poetry but uses … fragmentation, compression, repetition and rhyme and…poetry symbols, metaphor, and figures of speech.

The prose poem takes advantage of its hybrid nature — it avails itself of the elements of prose (what Dryden called “the other harmony of prose”) while foregrounding the devices of poetry. Prose poetry may best be considered as neither primarily poetry nor prose but essentially a fusion of the two, and is considered a separate genre.


Why Write Prose Poems?

Why would a poet choose sentences and paragraphs over the traditional structure of verses and stanzas?

Maybe the poet doesn’t want to be bound by lineation or traditional poetic forms. Maybe the spontaneity and drive of the sentence appeals to him or her. Maybe the clearly delineated boundaries of poetic form have become restrictive, but the poet loves poetic language and various poetic techniques. Or, maybe the poet is just plain tired of writing in the same format and wishes to try something different—a change of pace.

Why any poet writes prose poems depends on what their poems need to say, as well as on the poet’s personal creative vision. Such vision might involve a block of text that is dense rather than the wispier structure of lines and stanzas. A poem might tell an abstract story that the poet feels is better presented in paragraphs as opposed to verse because paragraphs result in a different flow than lines and stanzas, and the prose structure might provide the reader with a better feel for the rhythm of a poem. But who needs reasons, right?


 Things to Keep in Mind


A prose poem is a poem that:  

1. resembles prose—a type of open-form poem presented in paragraphs with lines that break with the margins creating a box-like appearance (they have been called “poems in a box”),

2. is presented in prose form but is much more then mere prose—it should never be flat, didactic, or preachy,

3. contains both complete sentences and intentional fragments,

4. is strongly image-based,

5. is rooted in reality, but often gives a nod to the surreal,

6. uses sonic impression, internal rhyme, assonance, alliteration, and figures of speech,

7. sometimes uses paragraphs in place of stanzas (more than one paragraph in much the same way that a lined poem has more than one stanza).

8. appears as a small justified block of text in which poetic (and sometimes weird) “things” happen—there is always something of the unexpected in a prose poem,

9. formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm

10. varies sentence length and construction.


Prose poems are not:

1. simple narratives,

2. flash fiction (or any kind of short story poems),

2. memoirs,

3. to be taken only at face value,

4. prose without poetic sensibilities,

5. poems without obvious poetic qualities, including intensity, compactness, prominent rhythms, and imagery,

6. preachy or didactic,

7. a mishmash of rambling words,

8. beyond understanding—they may require considerable thought, they may be “odd,” but they have meaning and often mean more than the words they contain,

9. defined by lineation,

10. ordinary in any sense of the word.


Prose Poem Examples

Be Drunk
By Charles Baudelaire

You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.

But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.

And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”

From Modern Poets of France: A Bilingual Anthology, translated and edited by Louis Simpson, published by Story Line Press, Inc.
Copyright © 1997 by Louis Simpson.


  
Warning to the Reader
By Robert Bly

Sometimes farm granaries become especially beautiful when all the oats or wheat are gone, and wind has swept the rough floor clean. Standing inside, we see around us, coming in through the cracks between shrunken wall boards, bands or strips of sunlight. So in a poem about imprisonment, one sees a little light.

But how many birds have died trapped in these granaries. The bird, seeing the bands of light, flutters up the walls and falls back again and again. The way out is where the rats enter and leave; but the rat’s hole is low to the floor. Writers, be careful then by showing the sunlight on the walls not to promise the anxious and panicky blackbirds a way out!

I say to the reader, beware. Readers who love poems of light may sit hunched in the corner with nothing in their gizzards for four days, light failing, the eyes glazed. . . . They may end as a mound of feathers and a skull on the open boardwood floor . . .

From What Have I Ever Lost by Dying? Harper Collins, 1992



[my father is ashes]
By Renée Ashley

We are electric I know our conductor He is a very sad man We are not in a field of cosmos We are not is a field I’m only telling you that when the message leaves the body I do not know what to make of the world I make you up from the little I know with almost with soon Is it possible the thing I love most is guilt or that you are gone? We are such pain and we are utterance We are a strange thing in the air You are so imperfectly dead
 
From Because I Am the Shore, I Want to Be the Sea, Subito Press, 2013, all rights reserved.


 
Three Prose Poems
By Charles Simic

        The city had fallen. We came to the window of a house drawn by a madman. The setting sun shone on a few abandoned machines of futility. "I remember," someone said, "how in ancient times one could turn a wolf into a human and then lecture it to one's heart's content."

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         He had mixed up the characters in the long novel he was writing. He forgot who they were and what they did. A dead woman reappeared when it was time for dinner. A door-to-door salesman emerged out of a backwoods trailer wearing Chinese robes. The day the murderer was supposed to be electrocuted, he was buying flowers for a certain Rita, who turned out to be a ten-year-old girl with thick glasses and braids. . . . And so it went.
         He never did anything for me, though. I kept growing older and grumpier, as I was supposed to, in a ratty little town which he always described as "dead" and "near nothing."

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         My father loved the strange books of AndrĂ© Breton. He'd raise the wine glass and toast those far-off evenings "when butterflies formed a single uncut ribbon." Or we'd go out for a piss in the back alley and he'd say: "Here are some binoculars for blindfolded eyes." We lived in a rundown tenement that smelled of old people and their pets.
         "Hovering on the edge of the abyss, permeated with the perfume of the forbidden," we'd take turns cutting the smoked sausage on the table. "I love America," he'd tell us. We were going to make a million dollars manufacturing objects we had seen in dreams that night.


These three poems originally appeared in The Western Humanities Review (vol. 42, #1) and The World Doesn’t End: Prose Poems (Harcourt, 1990).


Earth Ruin
By Mercedes Lawry
​Only wings remain, no birdsong. The choked river is a psalm of sludge. The moon is but scuffed glass. Gone are stanzas, equations, instinct. Like any apocalypse, there were warnings, tiny threads and filigree, dismissive, derisive, lies laced with pomp and bluster. Poppies burst into red splatter, trees of aching brown, the charcoal stink of the yellowed creek. Cacophony in dialect. Elemental, the last sounds, the final hush of a gutted earth.

From Eastern Iowa Review, Issue 6


Ecotone
By Travis Truax

​You live on the edges of learning, of gaining, of leaving. You live on the fringes, the fabric of life-gone-by. And what do you get? You get the ruddy distances in the desert west, you get memory. You get your mother picking you up from school. You get your grandmother’s tea. You get the crude, rock-drawn novel of where you’ve been. It all returns on the coattails of going, of coming. A carapace of what lasts. The ecotone, the place between. Transition. An estuary, a reed bed, the space between biomes. A blend. You feel, always, the tension of what you walk away from long after it’s gone. That lag in time. The river, trying to understand salt. The salmon somehow understanding both.

From Eastern Iowa Review, Issue 6


La Feria
By Naomi Shihab Nye
       
Here comes the woman who never looks up with one little girl riding her hip in a shawl and one slinking alongside. The man who fathered these babies is hard to find. He is usually sleeping with the woman he loved before this one who doesn t feel bad about it because she had him first. He is ugly but creative. He has designed buildings in town no one wants to enter because they feel heavy. The first woman says he will marry the second one sooner or later and that will be fine with her. If he says it is time. When the little girls ride a carnival car at La Feria they grip the steering wheel tightly and don t wave. All the other children circle round and round, smiling as the tiny breeze ruffles their hair. They are going on long trips, they say. But these two look grim as if they are staying in one place. 

           From The Prose Poem: An International Journal



 Suggestions:

Are you ready to try writing a prose poem?

1. For starters, think in terms of a single paragraph as your goal for this prose poem. Approach your subject knowing that you won’t be concerned with meter, stanzas, or line breaks. Your prose poem will take the shape of a paragraph (be sure to justify both the left and right margins when you type your poem), and it will contain complete sentences and sentence fragments.

2. For content: think about a particular image that remains clear in your memory.

3. Now think about how that image entered your memory. Where were you?  Was anyone with you? What happened? How did you feel?

4. Write a paragraph based on the image and about the experience. Bear in mind that your poem’s “muscle” will lie in the strength of your sentences. You will need to express thoughts and subtleties in ways that might be hampered by line breaks.

5. Pay particular attention to poetic devices (simile, metaphor, alliteration, assonance, internal rhyme, repetition, onomatopoeia, symbolism). Focus on describing the image and your feelings.

6. You may tell a story, but remember that the storyline is second to the language you use to tell it. There are two caveats.

     A. Your prose poem shouldn’t read like a diary entry.
     B. Be careful not to go over the top with poetic devices and poetic language. 

Tips:

Use poetic elements of imagery, meter, alliteration and metaphor to create pictures in your reader’s mind.

Read what you write out loud to see if it appeals to your internal reader’s sense of hearing

Remember that prose poems don’t function in a linear, logical manner, and write accordingly.
Almost all written language has some form of rhythm. As you read your prose poems aloud to yourself, try to “hear” their lyrical flow.

Poetry requires compressed use of language. You must get to the point to hook your reader. Include only those details that are most important. Use your prose poem’s space carefully.

Metaphors (and similes) can power your poem and buttress meaning. Remember that metaphor enhances meaning in a concise way, so exercise restraint in using them. Too many metaphors, like too many obscurities, can spoil a poem.

Make your language remarkable—that doesn’t mean that you should use a lot of words or lofty (academic) diction. Simply use the best, most accessible, and most evocative words you can. 

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Ten Prose Poem Books that You Might Enjoy


·      The Penguin Book of the Prose Poem: From Baudelaire to Anne Carson
By Jeremy Noel-Tod

·      Great American Prose Poems: From Poe to the Present
By David Lehman

·      An Introduction to the Prose Poem
By Brian Clements and Jamey Dunham

·      The American Prose Poem: Poetic Form and the Boundaries of Genre
By Michel Delville

·      The Rose Metal Press Field Guide to Prose Poetry: Contemporary Poets in Discussion and Practice
By Gary L. McDowell and F. Daniel Rzicznek

·      Models of the Universe: An Anthology of the Prose Poem (1842 – 1995 / 1995, Field)
Edited by Stuart Friebert

·      The Illuminations
By Arthur Rumbaud (Translation by John Ashbury)

·      The World Doesn't End
By Charles Simic

·      Because I Am the Shore I Want to Be the Sea
By Renee Ashley

·      A Lightness, A Thirst, or Nothing at All
By Adele Kenny