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PROJECT : The ‘opposite of striving’: to investigate the ratio of conscious craft v unconscious craft & the difference between intent & output when writing poetry.
PROGRESS REPORT: It’s very early days! I was introduced to this concept by Annie Freud’s article in The Guardian (https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/dec/30/new-year-publish-book) but am yet to embark on the project!
‘The ‘opposite of striving’: not writing’
I’ve often wondered if all writers believe they are only as good as the last thing they wrote. Well, I for one do!
I live in constant fear that the next sentence of a novel or the next poem won’t come.
Evidence suggests that it will but that doesn’t stop the fear.
And so what do I do when the ideas or the words aren’t there? I try to relax into the space granted by this inactivity, this opposite of striving. I savour experiences without rushing to explain them in a poem, I spend time with the characters in the novel I’m writing and try to get to know them better, put them in different situations than the demands of the plot suggest and see how they fare; I listen to music and I read the work of others, and whilst I tell myself this is all fine, underneath it I am panicking that (borrowing Coleridge’s words) I’ve already written the best prose that is made up of the words in their best order that I can, the best poetry I can that is made up of the best words in the best order and that I will not strive for or achieve any better.
And then? What happens after this? Well, one day there’ll be an unexpected moment when the back of my head fizzes, my eyes fill with tears and I know, I just know that it’s going to be OK, more words are on their way; they may not be brilliant or life-changing but they are there. And whereas we all love to see our work in print and to have others read it, maybe this moment when the words come again is what being a writer is really about?
The ‘opposite of striving’: what’s left unsaid
There is, I’ve discovered, another way to embrace ‘the opposite of striving’ when writing poetry and that is to use Aposiopesis which, according to trusty old Wikipedia is ‘a figure of speech wherein a sentence is deliberately broken off and left unfinished, the ending to be supplied by the imagination, giving an impression of unwillingness or inability to continue.’
So, imagine the scene. I’ve been set another piece of Poetry School homework and this time I have the luxury of breaking off, leaving lines unfinished, letting whoever is reading the poem to fill in the gaps.
Now, of course I’m not unwilling or unable to continue – I know exactly which words and which meanings are slotted into the ellipses that punctuate my poem, just as I know what I’m trying to say with the poem as a whole.
But, the pressure is OFF to direct the reader, to yearn that their understanding will match mine because it doesn’t matter if it does or if it doesn’t. This surely is one of the most generous forms of poetry around!
I’m allowed to speak into the spaces without expecting anyone to hear me, just as for those listening, it doesn’t matter if they ‘get’ what I’m trying to do or not. All we’re left with are clues and sketches and hints; the poem is not insisting on being anything other than what it is and what is being left unsaid. This surely is a marvellous way not to strive for form, for meaning or for order!
As an example, here’s an extract from Jorie Graham’s poem: ‘The Visible World’ (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/54783)
It is tender. It is a tender
maneuver, hands making and unmaking promises.
Diggers, forgetters. . . . A series of successive single instances . . .
Frames of reference moving . . .
The speed of light, down here, upthrown, in my hands:
bacteria, milky roots, pilgrimages of spores, deranged
Ta Dah! How poems can surprise their poet, or ‘the opposite of striving’!
So I was set a piece of homework by my Poetry School tutor, Kathryn Maris, to write a poem that makes use of an anagram. Now anyone who knows me well knows I have an aversion to anything that asks me to apply logic in a patient and ordered manner; I am useless at Soduko, cannot read a financial spreadsheet to save my life and if anyone gave me a Rubik Cube, I’d run a mile!
However, because I didn’t want to disappoint myself or Kathryn I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and searched my mind for a word that I could make other words from and the word that arrived was ‘owls’; I don’t know why, it just did. And from this the words ‘slow’ and ‘lows’ came and so I had three words around which to write a poem.
Now here’s the interesting thing. I had no idea what the poem could be about, but I brought up a blank Word document on my laptop, let my fingers hover over my keyboard and waited. There was no striving, no conscious imperative, just three words.
I can’t remember exactly what happened but I think it went something like this: owls = night, night = sleeplessness/the time of worry and then I thought about the fact that whilst I worry, some of those I love are made of different stuff and although I’m a cup half empty sort of person, their cups are always half full.
The poem took a good few drafts; I changed the order of the ‘I say’/’You say’ motif, I’ve played around with the line breaks and its had many titles until I hit on the one that summed up what the poem seemed to be wanting to explore, ie. this difference between how I look at things and how others do.
I also wanted to play around with soundscapes, as if to hide the anagrams, and so I used ‘night/flight/light’, ‘lows/below/how/hollows/follows’, ‘calls/falls’, ‘sounds/owls’ and took the poem back to beginning by repeating ‘nights like this’ at the end.
I have no idea if the poem works; I will have to wait for the feedback of my fellow students at our next class! Nor do I know whether writing in this way is valid or, because the poem wasn’t born of some deep-seated need to say something in particular but came from an arbitrary external source and the one word that flashed through my mind and stuck, whether it can be part of my poetic life or a footprint in the sand that’ll get washed away. Whatever the case, I didn’t strive for it, its genesis and some of its execution have been a tussle between a hefty dose of my unconscious mind and less hefty conscious application of craft but it has come like a gift and for the moment anyway I quite like it!
The poem, in its current form, is below and I plan to bring it to the Project 2017 day in February as part of the discussion on my topic.
A Difference of Opinion
I say what
night is this –
this night of
the slow flight
of owls, of
the slow calls
of owls – the
sounds of high-
lows that tell
how day follows
and rain falls.
You say what
night is this
that we rise
slow from to
take the flight,
the sounds of
owls from to
nights like this.
INTERFERENCE EFFECTS, Two Rivers Press. ‘Meaning turns in a flick of a word … the other side of the ordinary’, Gillian Clarke. To read Emma Lee’s review in The High Window, click this link: https://thehighwindowpress.com/category/reviews/
THE PERFECT AFFAIR, Quercus. ‘A beautifully told, absorbing romance’, Sunday Mirror
THE MOMENT, Quercus. ‘This year’s One Day’, Louise Candlish. ‘Emotional and brilliant’, The Sun on Sunday
ELEVEN ROOMS, Two Rivers Press. ‘There’s a clarity about Claire Dyer’s poems that makes them immediately attractive: their surfaces gleam and glitter …’, Andrew Motion
Bath Poetry Cafe Short Poem Competition 2015 : Judge’s Report
Claire Dyer’s poem, In Chinese, was one of the most extraordinary – and one of the most extraordinarily beautiful – poems we received. Perhaps by ‘extraordinary’ I really mean ‘courageous’ because Claire’s poem challenged so many of the expectations I had of the poems in our submission pile.
Claire offers the two halves of her poem, In Chinese, as two parallel experiences, neither one having incontrovertible priority. There might be a linear sequence (the second part begins with the word ‘later’) but at the same time the two column layout insists that there might not be, or at least not in the usual conventions of narrative. The layout of the poem is permitting us to move between the two parts as we please. In the same way, we are not required to decide exactly what is literal, what is metaphor, what is imagined, what is actuality. The part of the poem subtitled ‘Word’ might also belong under the other subtitle ‘Temple’ while the bureau, parchment and ink in ‘Temple’ might equally belong under the other subtitle ‘Word.’
This fluidity in the narrative is matched by a wonderful fluidity in the language and imagery of the poem, which move in and out of precise meaning in the way that light might glance from moving water. It would be reductive to say that the poem’s interweaving of different levels of awareness and register mirrors the idea of a Chinese character where ideas are intertwined rather than sequential. This delicate piece of writing with its reticence, its balance, its control has not been written to illustrate a point. It is its own meaning. It enacts itself on the page. What I liked most of all about In Chinese, I think, was that even after many readings, it remained so intriguing, so fresh and so full of mystery.
Claire Dyer will be coming from Reading to read In Chinese on the Competition Afternoon on Saturday 26th September 2015.
Claire introduces her poem in the programme notes like this: ‘‘In Chinese the character for poetry is made of two parts’ is a poem about love and the loss of it and, I hope, a discussion on how the notions of ‘word’ (name) and ‘temple’ (worship) can be interchangeable.’
originally published on Sue Boyle Poetry
Photograph of Claire Dyer by Dale Strickland-Clark