#Writober Day 6: Surrendering Zombie Guilt

Inkblots in the Mirrorworld by Maria L. Berg 2022

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge

Today’s prompt is Zombie. In a way, my filter shapes are like zombies eating my brain and mindlessly replicating (on every glint of light). Not having a clear idea for today’s photo-shoot, I did some research and found some interesting online resources I thought I’d share:

PBS did a series called Monstrum. At first, I thought it was a documentary series about the origin of Zombies and their evolution through film, but that’s only three episodes of season two. There are four seasons about all sorts of monsters. In Season One I found an episode about Icelandic zombies called Draugr. I know what I’m doing for Readers Imbibing Peril’s Peril of the Real! What could be better than Monster Documentaries from PBS?

~which led me to The Magic Island by W. B. Seabrook (1929), a first hand account of Voodoo in Haiti. I looked up W. B. Seabrook on Wikipedia, turns out he was an occultist who also happened to be a cannibal.

~and also inspired me to watch my DVD of George Romero’s original 1968 Night of the Living Dead and plan to have a Romero movie binge, because I’ve never watched his other Zombie films.

I finally figured out my inkblot filter idea and was learning that it didn’t matter what color paint I used, it all comes out as black, when I noticed one of the inkblots looked kind of like a zombie . . .

Zombie Inkblot by Maria L. Berg 2022

Then the mirrorworld was overrun by zombies!

Zombies in the Mirrorworld by Maria L. Berg 2022

New Poem

Quick question: Have any of you joined Poetizer? It’s a social network for poets and poetry I read about yesterday. I’m curious about it, and wonder if any of you have tried it.

OctPoWriMo

Today’s theme is Surrendering Guilt.

dVerse Poets Pub

Today’s prompt is to write in Traditional Mongolian Meter. Grace outlines it this way:

The elements of Traditional Mongolian Meter are:

  1. written in any number of quatrains.
  2. syllabic, usually 7 to 8 syllables.
  3. head rhymed. Technically, head rhyme is just the first consonant of each line matching. However, while still alliterative, with the matched consonant heading the line, it is often seen as the first syllable in each line rhyming with the first syllable of the ensuing lines. Rhyme scheme aaaa bbbb cccc etc. (Remember the rhyme is at the beginning of the line, not the end.)
  4. alliterated, although alliteration can occur within a couplet and need not be contained within a single line. If true or near rhyme is not present, alliteration of the first word of each line is a must.

I like the idea of “front rhyme,” so here goes:

Survivor’s Guilt

Surrendering guilt is like
surfacing through heavy silt
surrounded by barbed scales and gills
searching with clawed hands for a hold

~but~

Letting guilt go is like
lemon juice on everything
Lessons in Love—repeatedly
Leaping lighter toward life

Writober Flash Fiction

Today’s image for inspiration is a photograph by Tim Walker for Vogue UK 2011. You can read more details about it in this post from Nature in Photography. Our character, a young woman wearing tattered, flowing clothing, crouches atop a door, watching the two cheetahs in a room filled with sand. One cheetah looks out a barred window where the sand is flowing in. For me, this says apocalyptic woman vs. nature story.

I heard the cats roaring and snapping behind me. My tire-tread sandals cut through the sand creating a spray which I kept out of my eyes with goggles and my ears with headphones that probably haven’t worked in a decade. I thought I felt hot breath at my back as I took the sharp left into the nearest house, open and barren like most the houses here.
“Now. Now,” I shouted, with my last breath, bursting through the kitchen into the main room.
What could have been a fancy parlor, or comfy family living room, was filled with sand. Sand poured through the bars on the window creating a massive dune which I raced up. I perched on the top of the open door that would have separated this room from the kitchen, and caught my breath, listening.
I heard excited voices, squealing and barking. Scorch did the barking, self-proclaimed leader always bossing us around. “Tick, the net. The net!” Then a bunch of screaming.
The plan must have gone wrong because the slim head of the first cheetah and then the second entered the room below me. I stifled a gasp, and tried to breath silently. It was hard since my chest was still heaving and my heart pounding from sprinting for so long. Scorch made me the bait because I’m the smallest and fastest, or so he said. I think he wanted me to get eaten. One less to worry about.
All the sand I had kicked up under my dress was drying on my sweaty skin, and I was starting to itch like crazy. Why weren’t they coming with the net now? The cats were just standing around. One faced the barred window as if judging if he would fit through the bars, or perhaps was gazing at the sun, while the other slunk back and forth along the far wall where the sand hadn’t completely covered the floor.
I wanted to yell out, maybe Scorch didn’t realize I was in here, but then I saw the blood in the cheetah’s mouth as it sneered at the bars on the window.

Maria L. Berg #Writober7 Day 6

#Writober Day 5: Treating Myself to a New Mirrorworld for Fall

Klecksography in the Mirrorworld by Maria L. Berg 2022

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge

The New Mirrorworld by Maria L. Berg 2022

Today’s prompt is Treat. I treated myself by taking down the make-shift mirrorworld in the bathroom, and building a new one in the closet.

OctPoWriMo

Today’s prompt is “be yourself.” The recommended form is Palindrome Poetry.

I Am Enough

Connecting thoughts, busy mind
never bored, never stagnant:
not stale or foul from standing
I flow and run as water’s
progressive movement
active, alert, vibrant
enjoying solitude
in pursuit of
knowledge
of pursuit in solitude
enjoying vibrant, alert,
active movement
progressive waters
run and flow
standing from foul or stale
not stagnant, never bored
never mind busy
thoughts connecting

Being Myself in the Mirrorworld by Maria L. Berg 2022

Writober Flash Fiction

Today’s inspirational image is “Nymph (Redo)” by Monica Antonie Meineche. You can see the rest of her portfolio on Strikingly. Here’s the beginning of “Beware the Song on the Wind:”

I know how it sounds. I can see it in your eyes. You think I’m crazy. But every word is true. And you must listen. All of you must listen, because they’re still out there. I barely escaped with my life.

They’ll temp you with their song, such beautiful voices. It starts like a whisper on the wind. A sound so lovely that you have to find it. It gets in your ears, fills your mind with romance and your heart with longing. And once the voice has brought you to a bridge, or a cliff, or the end of a dock, there sits this beautiful girl. You thought you only loved the song, that you wanted to see what kind of creature could create such stirring tones, but now you love the girl, and you must possess her.

I can see your thoughts. You want to run out and find her for yourself. But don’t! She’s not human, and she’s not alone.

Maria L. Berg #Writober7 Day 5

#Writober Day 4: Trying New Tricks

Ghostly Orbs by Maria L. Berg 2022

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge

Today’s prompt is Trick. So what new trick do I want to try today? Yesterday’s ideas of wisdom being connections of ideas inspired me to try sewing, typing with an old typewriter, and writing on transparencies. Then I thought about all the fun I had with inkblots, and tried making inkblots with acrylic paint on plastic filters.

It was a misty-moisty morning, so I tried hanging some lights under the deck. Then I hung some lights inside on the hearth. It was a fun morning exploring new tricks.

TR TR ICKS or EATS by Maria L. Berg 2022
New Sewing Trick by Maria L. Berg 2022

New Poem

OctPoWriMo

Today’s theme is Collaborative Dreaming. The prompt is to write a poem describing a collective creative project I’ve worked on.

dVerse Poets Pub

Today’s Poetics prompt is to write in the style of the Beat Generation. Sanaa challenges us to trust our first thought as best thought and play some word-jazz.

Every Morning Someone Shares

another picture, fuzzy and grainy
of the stranger slinking up the drive
sneaking behind gates,
rummaging through cars,
lurking on the porch
in the uninviting hour
around three am

a time that used to be magic
full of electric love
Three-o-eight, it’s getting late we’d say
when we would meet after our gigs
you with the boys, and me with the girls
before there was a band that was ours
in the city that let the bon temps
rouler from night into day into night
’til the glitter never washed off
even the expelled excess wafting
from the gutters didn’t dispel
the new song growing
as I made my way to work

in that community of creators
our small town in the big city
anything was possible for a while
sadly passion subsides
and all those deals came due
the Emperor of the Universe died
we finally broke and the levy did too

Now, at three-o-eight when
it’s well past late, I
have nowhere to be and hope
for no one to see

Inkblots by Maria L. Berg 2022

Writober Flash Fiction

Today’s image for inspiration is Heir of Fire Spoiler by May12324. This image has such beautiful colors and such creepy creatures. Here’s the beginning of my story, “Speaters in the Spirit Light”:

They’ve always been there. For as long as I can remember. They’re not pretty to look at, anyone else, if they could see them, would call them horrifying, but I’m used to their long, pointed, too-white teeth, claws as long and skinny as my legs, and dark holes like empty bottomless wells where eyes should be. If anyone else saw them they would scream forever like I did when Mom took me to the eldercare home where she works. But now they’re more like annoying dogs that the neighbors let run loose that follow you around yapping and nipping at your heels.
I know they would reach in and reap my soul if they could. Every once in a while one will try, being either too brave, or naive. But along with being able to see them, I have the gift of light. Great Aunt Beatrice says it’s my spirit light, and whenever she senses the Speaters near—that’s what we call them, short for spirit eaters—she says, “Baby, you let that spirit light shine!”
It’s not easy to do.

Maria L. Berg #Writober7 Day 4

#Writober Day 3: Naive Skeletal Wisdom

Skeletal Remains by Maria L. Berg 2022

Contradictory Abstract Nouns

This week I am exploring the naivete in wisdom and the wisdom in naivete. Yesterday, while reading The Senses: Design Beyond Vision edited by Ellen Lipton and Andrea Lipps, I read, “Sensory design activates touch, sound, smell, taste, and the wisdom of the body.” That really opened up this week’s study for me. I already found my naivete in wisdom: I was only thinking of wisdom as a mental property. “Wisdom of the body, has a lot to do with homeostasis, but I’m just starting to think about it. I’ll be talking more about it throughout the week. Happily, the idea of wisdom of the body, goes great with Tourmaline .’s prompt “skeleton.” The visual prompt for #Writober titled “Owl Queen,” also fits perfectly with naive wisdom and wise naivete. I love it when all the prompts come together. 😍

OctPoWriMo

I was mistakenly under the impression that October Poetry Writing Month (OctPoWriMo) wasn’t happening this year. But this morning, I received a nice note from Morgan letting me know where to find this year’s prompts. This year’s theme “Growing Your Creative Soul,” and the first prompt, “Shine your light,” fit so well with the amazing summer I’ve been having. It’s October and I spent most of yesterday swimming in the lake with my nieces. I’ve had incredible months of light and growth.

So I have some free-writing to do on how I shine my light, and an ode or sonnet to write about a Thunderstorm. But now it’s Day 3 and the prompt is Spirals of Creation. The loop form is recommended. I wasn’t going to use it, thinking the loop form was one long stanza using the last word of a line to start the next line, but there are two other variations. I like the third one for this poem.

New Poem

It’s also Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt for Quadrille #161 is “track.”

Track the Spiral Back

It’s naive
to believe

wisdom lies
in ideas: it resides

among connections
connections like threads
threads of web
webbing truths

once weighed and lived,
applied, sifted

through, with devotion,
all one’s previous notions

wisdom is looping
a looping track
track the spiral
spiral back

Skeletal Radiation by Maria L. Berg 2022

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge

Today’s prompt is skeleton. Thinking about how weird and horrifying it would be if we could see the skeleton’s within the people and creatures around us, talking and walking around, I made a wire “skeleton” and added it to the Monster Me filters from Day 1.

Beneath the Skin by Maria L. Berg 2022

Writober Flash Fiction

Today’s image is called “Owl Queen” on Pinterest and Imgur, but I ran into trouble trying to find who the artist is or any more about the work. It’s fun that this image coincided with this first day of looking at wisdom and naivete. I definitely didn’t plan it. It begs the question, does the naive young woman sit among wise old owls, or are the owls being naive?

Here’s the beginning of Aiolyn Among the Owls:

By the end of summer Aiolyn had no choice but to run away. Mom wouldn’t even notice, she was so wrapped up in her newest summer fling. But he had noticed Aiolyn, and she didn’t like the way his eyes poured over her, wet and sweaty. He always managed to get too close, so he would have to brush up against her with his bulging biceps, and bulging thighs, and other bulges.

Her new life in the forest was fun at first. Grandpa thought it was important for her to learn all about the local flora and fauna, so he took her along on his nature walks as soon as she could keep up which was a couple years before he passed. So she was great at foraging, and there were plenty of berries and greens. But soon the nights made her shiver and she woke up damp. Greens were now brown, and the berries were gone. Aiolyn dug for roots and made a fire. She kept telling herself she would be okay, but then the rain came.

When the rain fell so hard it broke through her shelter, she began to think maybe Mom was done with sweaty-bicep-man. She could go home at least until spring. But what if there was someone worse? Or what if Mom was in one of her post-man moods? No, she was better off on her own.

Then the owls came. At first their shiny eyes in the branches, watching, scared her. She thought maybe they were hungry, too. But then something fell and hit her shoulder. A strange, papery, gray egg fell at her feet. Then more and more fell. She covered her head with her arms until the sound of them falling stopped. She gently picked them up and placed them in her sad, wet shelter.

Maria L. Berg Writober7 Day 3

#Writober Day 2: Feelin’ a little batty

Bat on the Blood Moon by Maria L. Berg 2022

R. I. P. XVII Readers Imbibing Peril

Peril of the listen! This morning I finished listening to Dante’s Inferno. I think Clive Barker was heavily influenced by this work while making Hellraiser.

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge

Today’s prompt is “Bats.” I used the same fabric as I did last year, but I turned it into filters to vespertilian effect.

Halloween Bats by Maria L. Berg 2022

Writober Flash Fiction

Today’s visual prompt is a picture of “Duchesse,” a soft sculpture by Amanda Louise Spayd. I’m going to stick with my theme of happiness in grief and grief in happiness. I feel like it guided yesterday’s story well.

Here’s an excerpt from today’s story, The Strange and the Familiar

Her mother pushed the doll toward her, twisting it to make the bunny ears and arms move, but it stayed completely stiff, staring into Vespasiana.
“Go on, honey. Take it. I know you’re missing Grandma. I bet that’s why she gave you this special friend. So you can talk to her about it,” Mom said.
“Grandma didn’t like dolls, or lacy things.”
“Sure she did. You just didn’t see them because she kept them packed away to keep them safe.”
“Mom, I don’t want it. It’s creepy. It stole Grandma’s teeth.”
Vespasiana’s mother turned the doll and her eyes grew wide as if looking at it for the first time. She shook her head and bit her lip. “Well, take it to your room. Your Grandma specifically said she wanted you to have it. It was in her will, so it must be worth something. Take good care of it.”
She shoved the bunny-eared thing into Vespasiana’s chest, so she instinctively hugged it, then went back to making dinner. When Vespasiana stood frozen, staring at her with a helpless look, she said, “Go on. Put it in your room, then hurry back for food. I’m making spaghetti just how you like it.”

Maria L. Berg #Writober7 Day 2

#Writober Day 1 and #SoCS: Monster Me

Monster Me by Maria L. Berg 2022

Hello! And welcome to Experience Writing’s Writober kick-off celebration. We’re somehow still having summer here in the Seattle area, and I’m about to go dive in the lake to cool off, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get in the Halloween spirit. I had a ton of fun this morning with Tourmaline .’s prompt “Monster” fitting with the SoCS prompt “me” and the #Writober7 image of a little girl reading horror stories to monsters. It is a monstrous day.

Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge

Today’s word for Tourmaline .’s Challenge is Monster. Inspired by the #SoCS prompt, I thought about me as a monster and took some fun high-contrast black and whites of myself.

Me
The Transformation
Monster Me

I then cropped and resized these images to create transparency filters. This new technique I’m developing is tricky, but so much fun.

Maria Who Floats Behind the Rows by Maria L. Berg 2022

Stream of Consciousness Saturday (#SoCS)

Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me:” to either find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of my post. Though Monster doesn’t start with “me,” it has me in it. I had already been thinking about how humans are the real monsters for Tourmaline .’s challenge. Now, I’m thinking about how I’m the monster.

I found some interesting definitions for monster: 1b. one who deviates from normal or acceptable behavior or character 2. a threatening force 5. one that is highly successful.

Funny how easy the monster comes out
with a change in light and shadow
The untamed, deeper, wilder parts lurking
where no one can know or go
What is this monster up to underneath
in the unseen, and should I be afraid
to meet this other monster me?

Is she the pain in my left fang
I always blame on the press of stress?
Is it a kink in her tail that makes my coccyx wail
that I blame on a fall in the past?
I feel her sometimes, clicking claws
in my mind when the world appears so unfair
and now that I’ve seen her, I wouldn’t want
to be near when she’s here so
Beware Monster Me

So fun that my stream of consciousness came out as a poem. I’m loving today’s prompts.

Writober Flash Fiction

Today’s visual story inspiration is Fairy tales? haha, please . . . by AlvaroCardozoW. I’ve been wanting to incorporate my study of contradictory nouns into my fiction, so today’s story will include the grief in happiness and the happiness in grief.

I did it! I completed a story draft! It’s rough, but it has a beginning, a middle and end. There’s conflict, and change, and monsters. So how do I want to do this? I think I’ll share a little excerpt. Let me know if you’d rather I shared short summaries or maybe I’ll try to condense my stories to a couple sentences to share after I write the drafts. I’ll work on it. For today, here’s a short excerpt:

A water spot hits the page and spreads, blurring the next word, but she knows it, and continues reading, “thing in the world.” She sniffs again. Her voice pitches higher as she reads, “I think, is.” She uses the sleeve of her dress to wipe her eyes. The fabric is scratchy and hurts her cheek.
She sniffs and takes a deep breath to continue when she hears a voice say, “Don’t mess your dress. I’ll lap those up for ya.”
Alas looks around. She thinks she sees a shimmer by her left shoulder which is crammed against the walls. She feels a slight tickle at the corner of her eye.

Maria L. Berg (#Writober7 Day 1)

What a fun first day of Writober. And I still have some swimming and reading to do. I hope you’ll put links in the comments to all the exciting things you’ve been doing to celebrate. Thanks for reading Experience Writing and I’ll see you tomorrow.

#Writober Begins Tomorrow: bring on the spooky thrills and chills

Here Comes Writober photo by Maria L. Berg 2021

In my mid-September post How to Capture the Love in Apathy and the Apathy in Love, I spent a little time looking forward to fun events in October. Now it’s almost here, and I hope you’ll join me for all the reading, writing, and photography fun.

R. I. P. XVII Readers Imbibing Peril

Peril of the Short Story! So far I’ve read a couple stories from The Weird: A Compendium of Strange and Dark Stories edited by Jeff and Ann VanderMeer, but had to return it to the library. I have it on hold, so I’m waiting to be able to check it out again. While I’m waiting, I have H. P. Lovecraft’s stories in The Dunwich Horror and The Colour out of Space to keep me feeling creepy.

Peril of the Screen! To start off my Halloween horror binge, I watched Hellraiser and Hellbound:Hellraiser II. I used to have a lot of problems with blood, and body horror, so maybe that’s why I remember these films as being scary. Now they are mildly gross, but the monster effects are entertaining. I also found my Muppet Show VHS tape with the Alice Cooper episode and the Vincent Price episode, so I’m enjoying watching that.

Peril of the Fiction Read! I haven’t started yet, but I have a lot of thrillers on my kindle I want to read. I’m going to start with These Toxic Things by Rachel Howzell Hall. I won a copy of The Year of the Monster by Tara Stillions Whitehead from Library Thing Early Reviewers, so I ‘ll also be reading and reviewing that as soon as I get it.

Writober 7

This year I’m returning to the original #Writober format of writing a flash fiction story each day. I think in the past, I found this goal overwhelming (and thus dropped out) because I was trying to write stories of just under 1,000 words. This year I’m thinking of writing stories of 250-500 words. If I get excited by my idea, I can always write more.

Each flash fiction will be inspired by an image. I’ve put this year’s selections in a folder on Pinterest. If you would like to join me, the images can be found here. I’ll be starting with the image in the top left, Fairy tales? haha, please . . . by AlvaroCardozoW.

I hope you will join me and put a link to your story in the comments, so I can read and appreciate it. If you can’t commit to a flash fiction story every day, that’s okay. Join in whenever the image inspires.

Tourmaline .’s 2022 Halloween Challenge

I found so much inspiration from this photography challenge last year. Here’s this year’s calendar:

I found the challenge a couple days after it started last year and missed “Monster” (and pumpkin), so tomorrow won’t have a comparison to last year. It’ll be a fun, new challenge.

I will still be exploring contradictory abstractions. The first couple of weeks of October I’ll be looking at wisdom and naivete, and truth and fiction to finish out the big 5. It’ll be interesting to see how my quest to capture images of these contradictions will interact with the Halloween prompts.

And I’ll be participating in the wonderful prompt from dVerse Poets Pub, so it’s going to be a busy, busy month.

Since I will be posting every day, I guess I’m also participating in Blogtober which I read is a blogging challenge to post every day in October.

What costume should I make this year? I would love some suggestions.

Come back tomorrow for the big #Writober kick-off celebration with some Stream of Consciousness Saturday too!

Grief in Happiness and Happiness in Grief

Grief in Happiness by Maria L. Berg 2022

Exploring the Big 5 abstractions is proving an interesting challenge. Turning my attention to happiness, I found some interesting websites:

Happiness Academy

World Happiness Foundation

happiness.com

https://www.dayofhappiness.net/

https://happinessday.org/ outlines 10 steps to Global Happiness:

  1. Tell everyone
  2. Do what makes you happy
  3. Give and spread happiness to others
  4. Attend a world happiness event
  5. Celebrate
  6. Share what makes you happy on social media
  7. Promote UN Resolutions 65/309 & 66/281
  8. Advance the United Nations global goals for sustainable development
  9. Enjoy nature
  10. Adopt Happytalism

They define global happiness this way:

  1. Happiness as a fundamental human right and goal for all
  2. Happiness as a universal aspiration in the lives of all
  3. Happiness as a way of living, being, and serving communities and society
  4. Happiness as a north star for individuals, communities, governments, and society.
  5. Happiness path toward achieving the sustainable development goals
  6. Happiness as a “new paradigm’ for human development
  7. Worldwide celebration of the international day of happiness that is democratic, diverse, organic, and inclusive

Of course, none of those definitions actually define happiness which I contemplated a bit in my previous post Oh, What Two Little Letters Can Do.

Happiness in Grief by Maria L. Berg 2022

Turns out last week was “International Happiness at Work Week.” Does that mean people are expected to be in a steady-state of unhappiness at work except for one week a year? Here is the International Week of Happiness at Work “manifesto”:

And here’s the “manifesto” from Happiness Academy:

And here’s an article about happiness as work Happiness As a key Performance Indicator from Forbes.com.

Agony as Outburst by Maria L. Berg

Good Grief

So now that we know nothing new about Happiness, I tried to explore the grief in happiness and the happiness in grief which made me think of the phrase “good grief.” I looked it up expecting some fantastic story of how grief can be good, but instead only learned that the word grief was used in replacement of the word God—because it started with the letter g—to create a mild oath. So that also didn’t get me much of anywhere.

I didn’t think I was going to find inspiration this week until I sat down with a line from the poem “On Good and Evil” by Kahlil Gibran. The line that really stuck with me is “For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?” I started thinking of how grief is torture. Then I thought of the line as a form and wrote, “What is grief but happiness tortured by loss and regret? What is happiness but grief minus torture?”

I felt like I was finally getting somewhere and did a dictionary deep-dive. In the definition of grief it said to see Sorrow. Anguish also said to see Sorrow, so a deep distress, sadness, or regret especially for the loss of someone of something loved links grief and anguish. The definition of torture links anguish and agony. At agony, I found what I was looking for.

Agony is defined as intense pain of mind or body: anguish, torture. b. the struggle that precedes death. Since every moment from birth is the struggle that precedes death, that puts us all in a constant state of agony and thus grief. However, agony has another meaning: a strong sudden display (as of joy or delight): Outburst. Thus, through some circular definitions, I have found the happiness in grief.

But what is the grief in happiness? Thinking specifically of the happiness I find in this work. Visually, is it the obsessive desire for ever increasing beauty and perfection? In a way, each new discovery and technique though it is exciting and makes me happy, also brings grief because I can’t lose what I don’t have, and I don’t grieve what I am ignorant of. In this way a discovery is grief in happiness AND happiness in grief.

New Poem

Today is Open Link Night (OLN #324) at dVerse Poets Pub.

A couple weeks ago in my post How to Capture the Love in Apathy and the Apathy in Love, I mentioned I found a treasure of Home Ec Magazines from the early 1960’s. I’ve been going through them, and this week I collected phrases from three Vogue Pattern Books and a McCall’s Pattern Fashions. Whoever was writing for VPB was a poet (I couldn’t find a writer listed in the Staff). The language used to describe one outfit at a time was very creative, and I found so many interesting phrases that when taken out of context are rich with meaning. For today’s poem, I used some of this found language to help me express my ideas of grief in happiness and happiness in grief.

what’s RIGHT right NOW!

Here—along
my struggle that precedes death
I hunger for kaleidoscope coloring
and thirst for firm but fluid texture
aching for the shape that expresses
most perfectly

And now, further along
my struggle that precedes death
I agonize with possible discovery
the ecstasy of expected but unknown result
exhausting abundance for a glimpse of beauty

And now, continuing
my struggle that precedes death
I hunger for stronger solid colors harmonizing
and thirst for an incendiary force
aching for the evolutionary change
for anything that is not changing
isn’t alive.


Foraging for Words and Food: 2 New Book Recommendations

Your Writing Matters CoverI received two enjoyable books from the last batch of Library Thing Early Reviews, so I’m excited to share my thoughts. First, a craft book then a guidebook that may help fight food costs.

Why I picked it up:
I received a free e-book version of Your Writing Matters: 34 Quick Essays to Get Unstuck and Stay Inspired (amazon associate link) by Keiko O’Leary from the publisher through the Library Thing early reviewers program.

My Expectations:

I enjoy a good craft book. From the sub-title I expected tools and tips to get me motivated and inspired to write.

What I liked:
Let’s start with that beautiful cover: it has gorgeous artwork and a great layout. The sub-title tells the reader exactly what she’ll get: very short essays intended to motivate writers to finish every piece of writing. The essays use personal examples from the writers life and use an informal, conversational tone, bringing the reader into her process as if the reader is a member of her writing group, “Write to the End.” This makes the reader feel included in

What I didn’t like:

The essays read a little too much like blog posts. The book would benefit by some organization creating a progression toward a conclusion. Though I enjoyed the essays, the book overall could use more specific tips and clear steps. The random quotes taken from the essays themselves don’t add to the text, and seem like an awkward way to take up space.

Rating: ♦♦♦▴ 3.5 out of 5

Overall, I enjoyed the majority of the essays. I recommend this book for the beginning writer who feels motivated by knowing someone else is experiencing a similar journey.

foraging cover

Why I picked it up:
I received a free e-book version of Pacific Northwest Edible Plant Foraging & Mushroom Field Guide (amazon associate link) by Stephen Fleming from the author through the Library Thing early reviewers program.

My Expectations:

I have wanted to learn how to identify local, edible mushrooms, so I had high hopes to learn some tricks to separate the edible from the dangerous.

What I liked: I really liked that the book went beyond specific plant identification. It includes healthy harvesting techniques, preparation and preservation, and it even includes some recipes. There’s a seasonal calendar for local mushrooms, which shows me when to be on the lookout, and lists a surprising variety year round. There are also adorable “Identification Logbook” pages to print out and take on foraging adventures. I was especially surprised to learn that the entire Tiger Lily plant is edible, good in stir-fries, salads, and can be pickled. Now, I’m looking forward to next year’s Tiger Lilies.

What I didn’t like: I noticed right away that the writing could be repetitive. However, in a guidebook, that’s probably not the worst thing. I also found the online references for the images a bit off-putting. It would be nice to have the author take first-hand images for his guide. Or perhaps the photo references could be on a page at the back, to at least create the illusion of first-hand photos. The guide could also use more images of the different identifying details.

Rating: ♦♦♦♦ 4 out of 5

Overall, I’m excited to own this book. I recommend it to anyone living in the Pacific Northwest who enjoys exploring outdoors.

Do Our Ideas About Beauty and Ugliness Change When We Close Our Eyes?

Do You Hear What I Hear? by Maria L. Berg 2022

This morning I did a search for “the ugliness in beauty” and found a couple of really interesting articles:

The Biological Response to Beauty and Ugliness in Art [Excerpt] by Eric Kandel 2012 from Scientific American

Experiences of Ugliness in Nature and Urban environments by Fatima M. Felisberti from International Association of Empirical Aesthetics

The first, by Nobel Prize winner Eric Kandel is an excerpt from his book called The Age of Insight. The study of art through neuroscience excites me so much, I ordered the book and it arrives on Sunday. Hopefully, it will inspire for a long time to come, so you will be hearing a lot about it. Guess we’ll find out on Sunday. For today, I want to share what I found most exciting from the Scientific American article.

“Beauty does not occupy a different area of the brain than ugliness. Both are part of a continuum representing the values the brain attributes to them, and both are encoded by relative changes in activity in the same areas of the brain. This is consistent with the idea that positive and negative emotions lie on a continuum and call on the same neural circuitry.”

This physiological connection between contradictory abstract nouns is really exciting. I wonder if this has only been studied through visual stimuli.

Yesterday I started thinking about how visual definitions of beauty and ugliness are, so today I wanted to focus on the other senses. Though beauty and ugliness are particular to the person perceiving the stimulus, are there consistencies within an individual across the senses? If someone perceives a beautiful smell, do they also find the stimulus visually beautiful? If she finds a texture uncomfortable or painful, does she find the stimulus ugly, and vice versa?

New Poem

For today’s Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, Laura Bloomsbury invites us to write in couplets. She introduces the prompt speaking of marriage which I think goes well with the physiological marriage of contradictory abstractions as laid out in Eric Kandel’s article above. I haven’t tried the Côte form before, so I thought I would give it a try.

A Movement that Married Right and Left

Become,
a fevered dreambook brimming

Survive,
a wooded area secreting

Discuss,
absolute wilderness loving

include,
visions of annihilation

predict,
variations of our ruination

until,
a poisoned well is flowing

Produce,
divided people by labeling

Attract,
all within orbits spinning

Cover,
the shadowy trails leading away

This poem was a culmination of many ideas I was playing with this week. First, a friend mentioned working on bringing meter into my free verse. Then I watched a ModPo discussion of Lorine Niedecker’s work that talked about how the she didn’t use strict meter, but created meter like bars of music. And I started reading The ABC’s of Reading by Ezra pound in which he writes:

“music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance; that poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music: but this must not be taken as implying that all good music is dance music or all poetry lyric.”

So I looked at some piano music I enjoyed playing and listened to some records. Rêverie by Debussy worked with the Côte form in my mind.

At the beginning of the week, while contemplating how to look at the beauty in ugliness and the ugliness in beauty, I thought about how society and culture define physical beauty and ugliness which made be think of a stack of Playboys that were left in this house before I moved in.

I thought about the joke that men always say, “I only read it for the articles” and thought it would be interesting to use Playboy articles for blackout poetry about ugliness in beauty and beauty in ugliness.

The magazines are from 2002, so they are strange little time machines to twenty years ago. I chose the imperative verbs from words in an article called “The Death of Network News” by Bill O’Reilly and the couplets were inspired by phrases from “Virtual Reich” by Michael Reynolds.