Our featured participants today are Connect/Hook, with a rollicking and silly response to the “double deed” prompt for Day 21, and My Musings Through Life, which brings us a softer, more haunting response.
Poets & Writers directs us to an essay by Urvi Kumbhat on the use of mangoes in diasporic literature/ the strength of metonymy in poetry… write a poem that invokes a specific object as a symbol of a particular time, era, or place.
I am loving the fact that Maureen is doubling up the featured participants, extra poems for us! Chado’s poem Martian Ladies: The Lost Lines made me smile. It holds true to the prompt and because of which has great rhythm, flow and story!In the comments we learn it is like/based on an old playground chant;
“… a mzungu rhyme that young children learn in America maybe Canada too.” – Chado
This knowledge brought some lovely recollections skipping into my mind of elastics, playtime games and chants.
Sunita’s poem is a complete contrast, philosophical and lingering. The story of us all.
The James Dickey reading reminds me how much has changed of poetry in the past 60+ years and how much is still similar/ the same – some of the lines are hauntingly beautiful. Other poems are violent in subject matter and hard (but important) to listen to. I enjoyed listening to this slice of history and spent some time reading Dickey’s poetry. Another new-to-me poet (despite being another US Poet Laureate).
It amazes me that he reads for 30 minutes and they ask for more. They don’t make them like they used to! And it sounds like the organisers/presenter was close to tearing up (messing up) the manuscript! The understanding of poets was different back then too!
When I read the prompt I felt my head spin! Looking at the long essay first thing this morning was a little off putting – but I know the P&W website and prompts and knew it would be worth it and also felt it was important to educate myself about this argument.
I read the article on Lithub On the Complexity of Using the Mango as a Symbol in Diasporic Literature – Urvi Kumbhat Maps a Personal Genealogy of the Fruit complete with all the links.
I then looked at the prompt again and went with my first response.
In writing development we are often taught to avoid the initial/automatic responses/ perhaps even the first 4 or 5 ideas… this is to increase originality but here in NaPoLand I always feel the great wall of time is against me and so I jot the other ideas down in the to-go-back-to document and just run with whatever presents… after all we are also told/taught to TRUST!
After much searching and a change of direction I went with the object first and didn’t write what I had intended – another law of writing – when the poem writes itself it is rarely the same as the poem you thought you were going to write.
I am 24 poems in and am keeper of a whole sprawling file ready to sift through in June (perhaps May), I have a few NaPo poems now which are staying in my head (a sign they are keepers). I am inspired. I am happy writing. I am playing and having fun. Don’t even worry about the poetry – just ENJOY it!
Napo gives me that holiday feeling everyday and in a world with restricted air travel and unlikely holidays – such pleasure is pure. I haven’t seen the ocean since 2018, haven’t been out since Dec 2019, haven’t been on holiday since 2018 either but right now I am grateful to still be here, the rest doesn’t seem to matter. Take happiness where you can get it and hold onto it with both hands!
ENJOY your final week of NaPo Writes.
REFLECTION – 3 WEEKS IN
This week another 7 poems have been created, I have discovered new to me poets and their work and watched superb readings.
When the 3rd week started I was still getting over the emotive reading from the night before with Hanif Abdurraqib.
IF I HAD TO PICK THE BEST BITS…
My favourite prompt(s): From Day 20 write a sijo 시조 & Day 18 using contents from Poemcrazy by Susan G. Wooldridge
Most enjoyable day: Day 15 Juan Martinez thinking about the habits inherited from parents and Day 20 – as I learnt a new form.
My valuable resource(s): Day 18 – Poemcrazy – just for the sheer number of options.
Favourite Readings: Day 16 – The Ted Kooser reading has got to be up there! It was my first meeting with this poet and there was so much to love. And Day 20 – Joy Harjo (although I saw this reading LIVE in March).
I also enjoyed several rabbit holes including exploring the poetry and performance of Douglas Kearney.
Today’s featured participants: Words with Ruth, where you’ll find a slightly jarring but very wonderfully observed sijo and Smoke Words Every Day, which braids three sijo verses into a single poem.
Our featured daily reading is a live event that will take place tomorrow, April 22, at 7 p.m. eastern. Poet Douglas Kearney giving the Bagley Wright Lecture at New York University.
Prompt: Have you ever heard or read the nursery rhyme, “There was a man of double deed?” It’s quite creepy! A lot of its effectiveness can be traced back to how, after the first couplet, the lines all begin with the same two phrases (either “When the . . .” or “Twas like,”). The way that these phrases resolve gets more and more bizarre over the course of the poem, giving it a headlong, inevitable feeling.
Prompt: write a poem that, like this one, uses lines that have a repetitive set-up. Here’s an example I came up with after seeing this video of . . . a bucket of owls.
Several owls can fill a bucket.
Several buckets can fill a wheelbarrow.
Several wheelbarrows can fill a truckbed.
Several truckbeds can fill a song.
Several songs can fill a head.
Several heads can fill a bucket.
Several buckets filled with heads and owls
Sing plaintive verse all night long.
PROCESS NOTES and a long non-Napo ramble
WE ARE THREE WEEKS IN! Can you believe it? WOW.
At this point NaPo to me is feels like refreshing lake water after a long trek. I am thoroughly ‘in’, often the first element on the TO DO LIST and this week I have made sure it is not an elongated task that stretches over days as I am busy and I know that would stress me out.
There are prompts/resources/days I plan to come back and revisit, dip back into – I tell myself this every year and post edit the NaPo docs hardly get a click, we’ll see this year.
I was looking something up yesterday and was horrified to discover 2019 was a year that holds only 2 folders. I accumulate over 40 usually! One was the manuscript which hit editing as I hit hospital, the other was a file of proof of all medical forms/notes etc. and the I had one other document file was NaPo – to be honest I don’t even remember doing it in 2019, I certainly never plan to edit on morphine again! My mind was idled from a body on medication and I didn’t make it to the desk until late summer/early Autumn. So who knows if these NaPo writes will see any light after May -probably – I usually submit several – there are quite a few Napo poems on my publication list.
Anyway this year the resources have been fabulous and I definitely plan to look again – perhaps I should copy some into the August Folder to make sure I follow up!
I started as always at the top with the featured poems. I really liked the first sijo – it lingered in my mind, echoing long after the read. The twist burns, it is brilliant. Just read it for yourself, masterful. I have added Words With Ruth to my Reader. WOW.
The 2nd featured poem is a string of sijos which explore metaphysics in a circular way. I liked the repeated images. Read it here. There is a lot of deepness explored here and a lot to read into. Capturing vastness and conveying it in such short form is fascinating.
No sooner had I read these poems than I fell down a Douglas Kearney size rabbit hole! Sadly I doubt I can make the event as I am elsewhere, but this is a poet I shall come back to. Incredible work. I have no time for holes today as I’m squeezing Napo in before a hospital appointment.
I had never read this Nursery Rhyme, creepy indeed – as with most nursery rhymes. I liked the idea of this prompt and the direction of Bucket List/ the owl poem. I love how Maureen Thorson is throwing in examples of her own work this year too!
I started with a poem I was not at all pleased with so drafted a 2nd one distilling the essence of the first and not only did it work with the repetition and an end pun but it also became a shape poem (concrete). Happy accident. All about lifting boxes (I started with what repetitive tasks could I think of).
No extract today because nothing makes sense without the other lines around it.
As of today, we’re two-thirds of the way through Na/GloPoWriMo 2021.
Our featured participants today – First up is Lucky Cat Comics, which brings us a rhymed rant in the voice of a raccoon. Our second featured participant is Experience Writing, where you’ll find a rant not in the voice of an animal, but about an animal — namely, the perch.
Today, our featured reading is a pre-recorded one, a very recent reading given by American poet laureate Joy Harjo for Emory University. Before the reading, there are discussions of Harjo’s work by Craig Womack and Jennifer Foerster. If you’d like to skip these, go to minute 22 of the video.
Prompt: write a sijo. This is a traditional Korean poetic form. Typically, they are 14-16 syllables, and optimally each line will consist of two parts – like two sentences, or a sentence of two clauses divided by a comma. In terms of overall structure, a sijo functions like an abbreviated sonnet, in that the first line sets up an inquiry or discussion, the second line continues the discussion, and the third line resolves it with a “twist” or surprise. For more on the sijo, check out the primer here and a long list of examples in English, here.
I can’t believe we are 2/3 of the way through NaPoWriMo!
I started (as always) with the participants sites, I not only enjoyed the poems today but also the websites.
The Trash Panda's Lament (A Raccoon Sonnet)
is a poem from the point of view of an animal rant, it was amusing and entertaining and perhaps an extra nod to Shakespeare in sonnet form. Some of my favourite lines:
Oh foul vine threading on thy chain link fence.Tendrils wrapping chain, a viney citadel. Those bins, I do sense, are now concealing
Corn, fish, and berry pie, most appealing.
The Trash Panda's Lament (A Raccoon Sonnet)
I had a good look around Meg’s site. The 2nd participant cleverly weaves 3 NaPo prompts into one poem. Maria L. Berg certainly manages ranty, a great air of frustration voiced in this poem.
soon swarming the ladder– leaving a trail of excrement, flaunting your occupancy
You slimy, slippery, carnivorous cannibal,
but that’s another tease isn’t it? The excitement of the tug on the line then your scales are sharp and cut and you’re so full of bones,
I had a good wander around this website too.
I listened to and read some of Jennifer Foerster’s poems and then re-watched the Emory University video.
The observant amongst you will realise there is no link for today’s reading, fear not – I was fortunate enough to attend this event last month (I am a huge fan of Joy Harjo), it was well worth a 2nd watch. Plus another chance to listen to some of Joy’s new album.
Welcome to the “Raymond Danowski Poetry Library Reading Series presents Joy Harjo” on March 20, 2021, hosted by the Rose Library at Emory University.
Harjo became the 23rd poet laureate of the United States in 2019, the first Native American to hold the title, and was recently appointed by the Library of Congress to a rare third term, to begin in September 2021. She is an internationally renowned musician, writer, and citizen of the Muscogee (Creek) Nation in Oklahoma.
Emory University was founded in 1836 on the historic lands of the Muscogee (Creek) people, 15 years after the First Treaty of Indian Springs (1821) through which the US government acquired this area of land from the Muscogee Nation. After this treaty, many Muscogee people relocated to Alabama, and were then forcibly removed to present-day Oklahoma on the Trail of Tears in 1836.
Harjo’s poetry directly engages these histories of removal, displacement, dispossession, loss, resilience, and resistance.
She is the author of nine books of poetry, among them “An American Sunrise,” “Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings,” “How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems,” and “She Had Some Horses.” She is also the editor of two anthologies, including the recently released “Living Nations, Living Words: An Anthology of First Peoples Poetry.”
The event was hosted by the Stuart A. Rose Manuscript, Archives, and Rare Book Library as part of the Raymond Danowski Poetry Library Reading Series, now in its 16th season. It was sponsored by the Hightower Fund and co-sponsored by the AJC Decatur Book Festival, presented by Emory University; Creative Writing Program at Emory University; Emory College of Arts and Sciences, and the Michael C. Carlos Museum.
PROMPT: The sijo is a new form to me so I followed the links and read up on it first. I enjoy short form poems and particularly Haiku and Tanka so I knew this would be a treat – and it was. I loved the way these forms bend language so you find the right words to fit the syllabic count and it changes how you (would) write completely. My brown land became yellow. I like the puzzle of working out how to keep the essence and lose the words!
I wrote about the place we go for nature walks – which is blemished somewhat with a motorway in the middle of the horizon – which presents itself as the twist in my Sijo.
… eyes on soil
I know I shall return to this form in future. Another enjoyable NaPo morning to celebrate reaching 2/3 of the challenge. At 2/3 point I have 23 poems *Twilight music*.
Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a humorous rant. In this poem, you may excoriate to your heart’s content all the things that get on your nerves. Perhaps it’s people who tailgate when driving, or don’t put the caps back on pens after they use them. For inspiration, perhaps you might look to this list of Shakespearean insults. Or, for all of you who grew up on cartoons from the 1980s, perhaps this compendium of Skeletor’s Best Insults might provide some insight.
I thoroughly enjoyed today’s featured poem. It was a fun, entertaining and at times surreal. A great concept – the talking butternut squash and a clever use of fonts (which used to be possible on WP but has been done with images), I read it several times.
These lines shone out to me – they won’t make sense without the rest of the poem, so make sure you read it too!
…. I’m decisive
as tattered chard
O butternut dumbbell
My intellect is a butter knife
Then sage silence.
And you, my anti-Siri,
I spent some time reading up on the event and people involved. I read a selection of poems, I particularly enjoyed Anne Waldman’s work.
Then I moved onto the prompt. I love the parallels which happen all the time in April! I spent time yesterday researching Old English insults – including a handful of Shakespearian ones, littered throughout his plays. And here we are today with a link to this rich resource material.
I feel the opposite of rage and rant this morning – but have plenty of bug bears so sure I can vent my way through today’s prompt.
The Shakespearean insult generator was fun. And He-Man & Skeletor – blast from the past!
And with that all familiar theme tune I set off to write a poem!
First I listed all my narks/pet hates
then I played with the insult generator and listed 5 insults
then I did some free writing in verse form marrying a selection of the two lists together.
I am fairly sure the end result using humour to gut punch the reader at the end.
Prompt – this one comes to us from Stephanie Malley, who challenges us to write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature. If none of the 60 rather wonderful chapter titles here inspire you, perhaps a chapter title from a favorite book would do?
I read PrimaDonna, the end imagery is strong and better the comment after the poem shows the power of participating in NaPoWriMo.
… she waltzes with the trees.
She rises, falls and drapes her shawl
To filagree the sea.
I read Silver – Walter de la Mare.
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
I read some Eileen Myles poems and watched the featured reading.
Since her start reading poetry at famed New York City music club CBGB’s in 1974, Myles has authored over 20 volumes of poetry, fiction, essays, reviews, and stage productions. She has been described as poetry’s rock star, “a lesbian culture hero”, and by Holland Cotter in The New York Times, “a cult figure to a generation of post-punk females forming their own literary avant-garde.” Her literature has been reviewed and lauded by numerous publications, including The Brooklyn Rail, The New York Times, The Paris Review, and Artforum.
Eileen Myles’ notable and influential writings can be found in the publications “Not Me” (Semiotext(e), 1991), “Chelsea Girls” (Black Sparrow, 1994), “Inferno” (OR Books, 2010), and most recently “Snowflake/different streets” (Wave Books, 2012). Her essay “Street Retreat” was part of the Semiotext(e) installation at the 2014 Whitney Biennial, and her essay “Twice,” written for the catalogue of the 2014 Liverpool Biennial, will be the afterword in I Must Be Living Twice/new and selected poems 1975-2013, out from Ecco/HarperCollins in fall 2015.
I enjoyed this touching, humorous and honest reading. I discovered they read in Ireland in January, wish I had known.
My introduction to ‘poetry’s rock star’ was a pleasure. Their introductions were as wondrous as their work. At the time of filming they had just finished a memoir about a dog – Afterglow (A Dog Memoir). Anarchy demonstrated at their hatred for the requested pedestal was an amusing start. I could have pulled lines from the whole reading, but you should watch for yourselves. I liked many parts of the last chapter they read Just Before and Just After:
/Astral dog memoir/purchasing your book at a library sale/ never go anywhere near a performer after the show, not even a week after the show/… not against the kindle// I like a card/ ancient smell of the library//
I had a look around Stephanie Malley’s website and read some of the poems before going off to follow the link to the chapter headings from Susan G. Wooldridge’sPoemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words.
Now, with a choice of over 60 titles I thought the next hour would be me and my indecisiveness having a battle of wills, but I read the very 1st chapter heading and that was me done!
Plus the poem cooking in my head* was going to be added to my amusing cannon (I partially blame my morning with Eileen Myles).
*You can not rely on the oven temperature or mix of ingredients, poems are a law unto themselves and will often turn out how they want to!
By the time I finished today’s poem I also had an idea about what I would like to do with it too, a NaPo BONUS! And I even managed to shoehorn the term ‘poemcrazy‘ in there too! It is one of the longest poems I have penned for NaPo this year, but it did contain some short lines. Definitely one I will go back to.
Here’s an extract:
Unaccustomed to hecklers, other than the odd dog bark,
the poets were wrong-footed for a moment,
I am happy to say my poem pretty much behaved itself and came out along the lines of what I intended – which was just an idea that flashed quickly into my head when I chose the title (and I know we are supposed to discard our first and often unoriginal ideas) but I went with mine. I did gather some Old English insults which are wonderful in themselves and so the Outlaw character very much grew during the writing process, I can visualise him clearly!
Today, our featured participant is A Writer Without Words, who wrote a tale of rodential woe in response to our Skeltonic verse prompt for Day 16.
Our reading for the day is a live event that will take place tomorrow, April 18, at 4 p.m. eastern daylight time. The reading will feature poets whose books have recently been published by the press Lavender Ink/Diálogos, one of the founding organizers of the New Orleans Poetry Festival.
Prompt – I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon… write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.
Today (as with most of April) was a busy one, so much so I almost forgot about NaPo! Candace Shultz’s Skeltonic There’s a Mouse Inside My House made me smile, it had a drastic ending! Shultz also makes narrative sense, which is the biggest challenge/ accomplishment of this form.
The reading will be 8PM and I am already attending a festival event, I may be able to catch up by watching it through Facebook though. I was aware of the New Orleans poetry festival from the beginning of NaPo – there are many festivals happening at the moment and spending time at them all is impossible.
I have only written poems specifically about the moon a few times at the beginning of my writing career – it is something I love but rarely write, so was looking forward to diving into the prompt today. I feel a new obsession rising!
The large collection of moon themed poems article is a lot of text to get through, a great many references and some interesting quotations and information. If you have time I recommend you reading it all. Some of the poets cited were known to me and others, not so much. I clicked through all of the hyperlinks in the article anyway.
A poem that is about or involves the moon (my 3rd or 4th ever moon poem was about to happen)!
I took an ekphrastic approach, starting with a look at the Moon, free wrote around the images and then worked on the bank of words and phrases I was left with. I felt great urgency to create a concrete (shape) poem from my words.
I really enjoyed writing today’s poem and am happy with the initial result, a sort of breathless praise to the moon, deeper than anything I have written which has been moon based before. I felt I was writing to the moon/ for the moon.
Today’s featured participant is Kyle M. Bondo, who penned an ode to his inherited inability to send back poorly-made restaurant food in response to our prompt for Day 15.
Our featured reading for the day is another pre-recorded one … a 2008 reading by the poet Ted Kooser, who won the 2004 Pulitzer Prize for his poetry collection, Delights and Shadows.
Prompt: … rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound. Here’s a short example I came up with.
I liked the concept/habit of Kyle’s poem – it is one many of us struggle with and also made me consider non-physical habits my parents had that I may have picked up (which is not a route I had imagined).
She would either eat around the problem,
I would love to have to courage to refuse it, But I’m a son enslaved by my mother’s habit.
Thanks to an earlier NaPo reading (Donald Hall), I knew who Ted Kooser was. Relieved it is a pre-recorded event as the weekend diary is packed with online events, I watched the 2005 reading.
Loved Ted’s Hobbit story, the letters from children comments made me smile. Ted’s humility is clear and it was an entertaining intro. Many of his poems carry his humour. A wonderfully engaging reading and a great meeting of this poet. Student was brilliant. Splitting an Order – his valentine poem (and the 700 women on his list)… other times incredible powerful At the Cancer Clinic. This reading brought me joy!
I enjoyed reading about Ted and read some of the poems collected on the Poetry Foundation website too. I will definitely read more of Ted’s work, watch more videos of his readings.
I have written a Skeltonic poem before (for a previous NaPo), despite the form veering towards comic content I wrote about this Lockdown 13 months on and my practise year of the isolation part. Obviously it is a serious subject, I haven’t written a humorous poem. I don’t enjoy writing in this form so I doubt it will be reworked, but a few lines might find there way into something else. Here are the end-lines:
I have spent the 2nd week of Napo trying (and succeeding) to catching up with the prompts and posts, I knew yesterday that in between life bits and online events I wasn’t going to have time to post the 2 week review.
Instead let’s celebrate reaching the halfway point!
CONGRATULATIONS – you are halfway there. You did it! 15 poems? Maybe more, maybe less… no matter, keep going. That’s the real secret of NaPo… keep going!
I am 18 poems in. There are about 8 I really like (nearly 50%) and 3 or 4 which I think have real legs. I look forward to re-reading them all in May and choosing which will follow me into the summer to be worked on.
This week was another brilliantly full week of readings, resources and prompts. As I was desperate to catch up most of this week I did only write one poem for each prompt (unless you include the 2 poems for Day 9 which didn’t earn the ink space), I haven’t saved them to the document with all my poems for Napo, they are not deleted though – no writing is ever wasted.
I am not even going to attempt the maths – by the halfway point we have read loads of poems, discovered poets and resources in bountiful amounts and possibly managed to get to a few events too.
REFLECTION FROM THE HALFWAY POINT – WEEK 2 (and beyond)
This week+1 day, I have written 8 poems, some of them have potential, some took days to make it to the surface, it was a busy week and some stalled on initial attempts.
It’s hard to believe, but today marks the halfway point of Na/GloPoWriMo 2021! I hope the first half of the month has produced a sheaf of new poem drafts for you, and that you’re ready to harvest a crop of fifteen more.
Our featured participant for today is, again, two featured participants because I just couldn’t choose. First up, we have a Viking-themed musing from Plumb-Lines, and a mediation on names and identity from xanhaiku.
Today’s prompt comes to us from Juan Martinez. It asks you to think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents, and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit, before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.
… see the original prompt…, along with a few other of Martinez’s prompts, here.
We are HALFWAY there! Keep it coming!
I am super excited because I have spent some time in pitstops and this halfway point also marks for me the day I finally caught up with the 2nd week of NaPo — and today we enter the third week! A fortnight to go and there will be plenty of resources and prompts left for you to pick up once NaPo finishes and you get withdrawals and miss this daily trudge to your notebook or tech.
This is why I also create documents at the start, there are plenty of materials I will revisit.
However you got here and however many poems are behind you, or not, you are here. So pat yourself on the back and stay. Let’s flex our writer muscles and dive into another glorious 15 day stretch of National Poetry Month/NaPoWriMo.
I started with the participant’s sites, again a day of two. Love this double pulling from the prompts. I admired the wordplay in The This and That of Brændeholm, the historical references/origins are weaved in tightly. The descriptions are brilliant considering the rot and dankness which was being portrayed –then/ up it pops up like a scabby wart, // because it’s covered with stubble rot,/ soaking dank air — it’s terra nullius, /meaning ‘nobody’s land’ and the way her memories are woven into it too.
… It’s a two-bit kind of a name that is old Norse, the first half busy, going about burning down the place, the place being an islet,
because it’s covered with stubble rot, soaking dank air — it’s terra nullius, meaning ‘nobody’s land’ and also meaning the first Old Norse bit of my name is torching our wee rotting eyot,
as is expected of a Norseman, and which I nearly managed myself when playing with matches in the garage when I was 4,
And like I have done in previous years, there are a couple of different prompts followed.
This year there are so many poetry festivals going on this month as well as NaPo that I decided not to join any of the other groups although I have a document of stored prompts.
The 2nd participant’s poem I’m nobody. Who am I? explores all their names, with layers of spoken and unspoken story running behind their lines, I read and re-read it. There is a lot of depth to dig into or create with this poem.
Spawns shortened versions like tadpoles
Sandy, Alex, Xan
Little nicks cut into the sturdy stem
I should find a mathematician To calculate the possible combinations And see how many different people I can be
I watched/listened to the Plath video. Sylvia Plath is a poet I only started to read when I came back to poetry in 2014, although I’ve known who she was and her story for decades.
Sylvia Plath, reading her poems in Springfield, MA on April, 18 1958.
Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932 – February 11, 1963) was an American poet, novelist, and short-story writer. Born in Boston, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer.
She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956, and they lived together in the United States and then in England. They had two children, Frieda and Nicholas, before separating in 1962. Plath was clinically depressed for most of her adult life, and was treated multiple times with electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). She took her own life in 1963.
Plath is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry and is best known for two of her published collections, The Colossus and Other Poems and Ariel, and The Bell Jar, a semi-autobiographical novel published shortly before her death. In 1982, she won a posthumous Pulitzer Prize for The Collected Poems.
It is quite amazing hearing her read her work. And her interview too, although some of the questions are sometimes inaudible on the initial recording. There’s about 40 minutes of Sylvia and then it is a recording of Ted Hughes.
There were plenty of rabbit holes I could have gone down from You Tube again, but today decided to save my exploration for another time in favour of i) not falling behind again ii) getting as far as the prompt and writing my poem before evening events.
Another fantastic NaPo Resource! I shall revisit/re-listen.
The other featured reading clashes with a previous NaPo suggested reading and also my long awaited, much looking forward to – second workshop with Jericho Brown, so once again it is unlikely I shall manage this Midnight reading with Vince Gotera. I thought there was an anthology launch later in the week/ Aeolian Harp Volume 6 reading: Alexis Rhone Fancher, Vince Gotera, Meg Harris, Mary Barbara Moore but when I logged on to reserve the dates were the same.
I enjoyed checking out fulmerford.com, I had a good look around and followed on social media before settling down with the prompt this evening.
My starting point for the prompt was to think of habits my parents have, which I have and what I may have copied from them to find what it is I shall write about.
Now, who knows if this was the prompt, the connection to family, writing about books or Sylvia Plath’s influence but I have just written the NaPo poem I am happiest with so far! Wow… feels good when they arrive like that.
When he reached the halfway point
of the page, he would rest his hand
beneath on the next ready for turning.
I look forward to working on it in May and seeing what happens.