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Philosophical Meanderings of My Mind

This post Christmas/New Year season has become a sit around and do not much time. Today is Sunday, and I’m usually in Gawler in the late morning on Sundays, doing a poetry workshop with another person, or other people, but that isn’t happening today, so the first session for 2018 is more likely to happen next Sunday instead. I hadn’t planned that, but in not planning it, I was probably subconsciously planning it not to happen. I don’t/can’t know for sure, and it doesn’t matter, really, I don’t think.  I’ve had some outside time, and am now inside again, at home, and happy with that, even though it’s just a small thingmissy slightly bemused.
Staying home today, the only poetry written, if any, will be done here, with the cricket on TV and radio as the background for the day … And trips outside of course, as requested by Missy. Missy is currently lying on her sofa, looking extremely comfortable, eyes closed, ears erect, but not active … I just slapped the sofa next to me, and her eyes opened, eats turned to me, then away, and she rolled over and now has her back to me and my silliness. She’s not huffy at me, just not that interested in what I’m doing. That’s fine, we have our own lives, to some extent, the humans and the dog, and we’re enjoying our lives, together or separate.
Out of the window on my left I can see clouds, grass, plants and birds, all doing their own natural thing, obeying the rules of Nature, which make more sense to me than some of the rules of the cricket … With Nature, there is no appeal to a higher authority, because if Nature says it is so, then it is. If something other that humans were expecting, it means Nature wasn’t using the rule we thought was being used. Science may find the answer, people may think they have the answer. Much may be written, thought on, argued over, but Nature will just continue on, and we must manage as best we can, with whatever Nature and mankind do next …
There were sparrows outside, on the front lawn, about ten minutes ago, when I started writing this post. I can’t see any now, but I’m sure there are certainly lots of sparrows out there, back yard, front yard, in the trees and bushes and just everywhere. Sparrows are very successful occupants of our world. They have their needs, and seem to be able to fulful those needs well. The sparrows I saw earlier seemed to be adolescents, not quite up to adult size, and I’ve been noticing such not quite adult sparrows, and thinking about what they get up to, boy and girl sparrows, getting on with their lives, boy groups, girl groups, boys sparrows seemingly crashing into the girls groups, while girl sparrows flitter away, only to be followed and annoyed by the boy sparrow.
I’m quite likely putting my own interpretation on these actions of the sparrows, and could well be getting it entirely wrong. I’ve written a haiku about these matters previously, and it’s in my poetry collection “Tense and Still”, where I wrote about various creatures I see in my life, whether our dogs, cats I’ve seen, known, imagined, or those wild creatures I come across in my life or my travels or in my imaginings.
Thinking about these things whether I uncover the truth or not, helps me to gather ideas, things to think about can lead to things to write about, and writing about things is the thing I do. I am a writer, a poet, a blogger. Words are my tools, and I love to use these tools in the many different ways possible to use them. Poetry is my favourite method, certainly preferred over writing a novel, because of course a poem can be thought on, written, edited and published very quickly. A novel takes so much longer to complete. I have one of those ‘in progress’ at the moment, but I have a strong suspicion this novel will make only very slow progress, because I’m allowing myself to do many things other than the writing of this novel …
above the fish pond
I know being a novelist isn’t really a title I feel fits with me, the way being a poet does. The longer form of literature feels too unwieldy perhaps for me to handle. I know how to put together and publish a poetry collection, and how to market it. A small book of poetry can be printed in small numbers, and sold in small numbers, and small numbers of people get a little book of my poems to read and think about. It will never make me rich or particularly famous, but that’s fine. Money and fame are not what I write for, I write for my own amusement, and the small amounts of money/fame I gain while nice to have, will never be the major thing.
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NaPoWriMo Day 25

I’m currently sitting on my computer chair, at my computer, while ANZAC Day is commemorated on the TV screen to my right. I hadn’t know what my poem would be about this day,nor what style of poetry it would be, but as my thoughts about ANZAC day coalesced in my head, two lines came to me.

I wrote down those lines, and then looked at my notes about the Triolet, because I felt that would be a suitable style for the poem I wanted to write today. The Triolet is a poetic style that is short and has only two different rhymes. It’s a simple style, one that repeats the first two lines in a certain way, as my poem will show.

I hope others who read this poem will think about what I am trying to say, and offer their own thoughts about this important day in Australia and New Zealand. No matter what one thinks about war, surely we can look kindly on those who have fought for their country, our country . . .

 

Anzac day thoughts

 

Invisible burdens carried, as diggers fought

with their peacetime lives at the end of the war.

Private anguish and pains, not healing as they ought,

invisible burdens carried as diggers fought.

Help not there or not ever sought

to assist the ones we’re thankful for . . .

Invisible burdens carried as diggers fought

with their peacetime lives at the end of the war.

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Trials of growing older

A poem, a poem, my kingdom for a poem. I’ve had a busy day today, and I’m afraid a poem hasn’t arrived yet. Will I give in and forget about a poem for today then? No I most certainly will not!

I’m looking at one of the comments on my poem from yesterday, and wondering at such lovely sounding words that describe less than lovely things. Papilloma, fibroma and lipoma. What do these musical sounding words mean? They’re benign lumps and bumps, and I don’t want them on my skin! I’m thinking about growths and other things I have that I don’t want, and thinking about ways to rid myself of such unwanted things.

So, this leads me to my poem for the day. A little bit of harmless silliness, that I hope I don’t regret posting later. Hey, I’m fifty now, and I have to face up to the fact I’m no longer young and lovely, if I ever was that.

 

There’s a hair on there!

 

I have to grin at the skin I’m in,

freckles and moles all over the place,

stray hairs growing, where none are wanted –

ladies don’t need hairs on their chinny chin chin!

Tweezers are I are good friends now,

we pluck out hair whenever we need to.

It’s a common thing as we ladies age

so I grin and bear it, and always know

this problem isn’t mine alone,

I’m one of the plucky band who

pluck out those hairs relentlessly!

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Facebook distractions, Month of Poetry

I was going to write something about my Month of Poetry on this blog post. I might still do that, but I popped in on Facebook first, and saw that a particular organisation had just become Facebook friends with someone using a quite strange and confronting name.

That led me to think about why a person would use a name that indicates they’re involved in things that are illegal. I’m not going to reveal the actual name, but it’s something akin to me using a name such as, let’s say Grieving Paedophile. That’s not the actual name, but my reaction to the name is similar to the one I’ve used in my example. It made me wonder a little about them which may have been their intention, but it also made me not want to know them at all.

Why would someone go to such an extreme to be offensive, I wonder? The organisation in question obviously didn’t have such an extreme reaction as I’ve had. I wonder whether they’re going to have a fruitful relationship…

Have said all of that, I’ll now talk about my Month of Poetry so far. I’m proud to say it’s going well, in terms of actually writing at least one new poem every day of January. Some of the poems I’ve written have been pretty good, in my opinion and in the opinion of others. Some of them have been so-so at best and lame at worst.

I’ve posted some of the poems I’ve written this month on my Poetry blog, Poetic Pause. Come along for a look at it and a read if you like. There are also details of a Poetry Competition I’m involved in, for Australians only I’m afraid. Come on Aussie poets, have a look and give it a go, but be quick, entries close on 27 January!

That doesn’t matter though. My purpose for getting involved in the Month of Poetry 2012 was to get into the habit of writing something new whenever I wanted to. So, getting at least one poem written written has shown me that I don’t need to have my Muse sitting alongside of me to get the words down. This further means that when I begin my next big writing project, I should get it moving along well. This is a very good thing!

I’m still not saying what that project is going to be, but I’m looking forward to it happening, probably with a start by April this year. In the meantime, I’ll continue writing my one new poem or more every day. I have at least two poems written this month that I like enough to consider reading them at the Gawler Poetry Reading on 29 January at the Prince Albert Hotel.

If you’re anywhere near Gawler on that day, come along for a great Poetry afternoon!

 

 

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My Month of Poetry Progress Report

If you can’t be proud of yourself every now and then, what does that mean? Does it mean you’re living your life in a way that doesn’t connect with the real ‘you’? I suspect that is indeed what it means, for me, anyway. I can’t claim to know anyone else’s life, but I’m working hard at understanding my own.

So, that’s why I’m writing this blog post. It’s partly in response to a comment on my previous blog post, but it’s also something I wanted to write anyway. I’m proud to say that I’m doing well with my Month of Poetry challenge. Doing well doesn’t necessarily mean I’m producing a work of poetic art with every poem I write and post to the Month of Poetry website.

Doing well simply means that I have been able to write and post a new poem every single day of January 2012. On some days I’ve been able to write more than one poem, woo hoo! This is far more poems than I have previously been able to write.

The main reason I decided to undergo this challenge wasn’t so I would be creating a wonderful poem every day, even though I’m happy with some of the poems I’ve written. The main reason I began this challenge was to prove to myself that I was capable of meeting the challenge of writing something every single day. If I am to meet my next challenge, I needed to be able to do this extended writing.

I’ll wait and see whether I can stick it out for the rest of January. Judging by how I’m going so far, it should continue to go well. Anyway, if you’re interested in reading more about this Month of Writing challenge, I’ve posted some of the poems I’ve written this month on my Poetry Blog here, feel free to have a look, read and comment!

On the Poetic Pause blog, there are details of a current poetry competition too, read about it all, and if you live in Australia, why not enter the competition? It won’t cost much, and the prizes are great!

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January 2012, a Month of Poetry

I’m telling you right here and right now that next month is going to see a dramatic increase in my creation of poetry. I’ve committed to the writing of at least one new poem for the month of January in 2012.

This isn’t just all on my own, this is with a lovely lady Kathryn Apel, from Queensland Australia. Kathryn has opened up her world and a website to poets to meet up and commit to writing a poem a day in January.

I have another writing project I want to do next year as well, and I’m expecting January will get me on track and well into writing mode. I’ll be posting some of my poems to http://carolyn-poeticpause.blogspot.com/

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