From Kate’s Writing Crate…
Writers should be perspicacious;
poets have to be. The job description requires discernment and perception when
choosing which moments to capture as well as the essential words to create true
poetry.
Among the very best is Mary Oliver,
winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award, who publishes both
poems and prose. I highly recommend her poems “The Summer Day” on page 60 of House of Light; “Wild Geese” on page 14
of Dream Work; and “This World” on page
27 of Why I Wake Early among many, many others. I wrote about her book, Dog Songs: Thirty-five Dog Songs and One Essay, in a post dated 4/28/14.
From the title, I thought Blue Pastures would be more luminous writings about nature—her
favorite topic—and it is, but it’s also her story of becoming a poet and
writer.
These are only a few of my favorite
lines and passages:
…at
my desk…I am deep in the machinery of my wits. (p. 1)
In truth, the work itself is the adventure. And no artist
could go about this work, or would want to, with less than extraordinary energy
and concentration. The extraordinary is what art is about. (p. 5)
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the
call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive and uprising,
and gave it neither power nor time. (p. 7)
I never met any of my friends, of course, in a usual way—they
were strangers, and lived only in their writings. But if they were only
shadow-companions, still they were constant, and powerful, and amazing. That
is, they said amazing things, and for me it changed the world. (p. 13)
Art: hope, vision, the soul’s need to speak. (p. 49)
Poetry, after all, is not a miracle. It is an effort to
formalize (ritualize) individual moments and the transcending effects of these
moments into a music that all can use. It is the song of our species. (page 59)
It takes about
seventy hours to drag
a poem into
the light.
(p.59)
…the blank piece of paper, and my own
energy…(p. 70)
Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude. (p. 89)
[I have this taped to my computer monitor.]
Each of us brings to the poem, to the
moving pen, a world of echoes.
(p. 109)
We react, we imitate, we imagine, we
invent. (p. 111)
While I’ve been reading Mary Oliver’s
work for over a decade, I somehow missed Blue
Pastures until recently, much to my dismay. Now it’s one of my top
recommendations for writers as part of learning to give their creative work
power and time, muscle and exactitude.
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