I've been doing readings and part of storytelling events in Chicago for a couple of years, but there was nothing quite like the experience at 2nd Story at Webster's in Lincoln Park, Chicago on Sunday night.
What a fabulous group of storytellers! What a great, enthusiastic crowd! And what a marvelously supportive company 2nd Story is. I am grateful for the opportunity, the experience, and the chance, of course, to tell my story.
This may be what a lot of first time 2nd Storytellers say, right? But here's the difference for me, I think.
I not only loved the experience - and will do it again in a second show on Monday night (3/11) - but I learned from the others tellers on the stage with me. I didn't see it only as MY part in a show. I listened and learned from my fellow tellers - Bobby, Kim, Kareem. They are pros.
And that, for a writer, a performer, is important. Learn from your colleagues, learn from the best. Johnny Carson once famously said, "Genius is only knowing what to steal." He's right. Be your own artist, make your own mark, but emulate the greats.
I was the student at Webster's Sunday night. And that was wonderful.
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Sunday, February 10, 2013
And then this happened...
I've been considering new ways to get people writing. Yes, there are a lot of prompts out there and some very good websites and blogs that offer stimulus for getting people to tell their stories. But I want something with a little more meat, an investment if you will.
What about this idea?
I write a few words, the beginning of a story, and then contributors fill in the next paragraph or so. Nothing too daunting. In fact, maybe keep it to a word limit; one hundred would be a good idea, allowing for a collaborative effort on this blog site, writers building on what the previous has written. We give it a few weeks or so, and see what kind of story evolves. We could call it the "Short Story Project."
Thoughts?
Maybe someone wants to try. Here's a beginning to work with...write an additional 100 words...
The car's right side tires had been driven into the low weeds just off the dirt road, as if someone had hurriedly pulled over. This was an unusual place to see a car parked, and especially at this time of night, along this stretch of road. Bobby walked this way to get home each night after his late shift at the bar and had never seen an automobile even drive along here, let alone one momentarily abandoned in this dark, lonely spot. He hesitantly peered inside driver-side window of the old sedan, believing he might find a couple of half-naked high school students. Instead, in a hint of moonlight, he could see only an opened white envelope on the passenger seat, three or four pages of a what looked like a handwritten letter littered the floor. Bobby reached for the driver-side handle, and after quickly looking around for anyone watching, he slowly opened the door. A mix of cigarette smoke and perfume filtered out. There was a half-empty can of beer in the cup holder. It was still cold to the touch.
What about this idea?
I write a few words, the beginning of a story, and then contributors fill in the next paragraph or so. Nothing too daunting. In fact, maybe keep it to a word limit; one hundred would be a good idea, allowing for a collaborative effort on this blog site, writers building on what the previous has written. We give it a few weeks or so, and see what kind of story evolves. We could call it the "Short Story Project."
Thoughts?
Maybe someone wants to try. Here's a beginning to work with...write an additional 100 words...
The car's right side tires had been driven into the low weeds just off the dirt road, as if someone had hurriedly pulled over. This was an unusual place to see a car parked, and especially at this time of night, along this stretch of road. Bobby walked this way to get home each night after his late shift at the bar and had never seen an automobile even drive along here, let alone one momentarily abandoned in this dark, lonely spot. He hesitantly peered inside driver-side window of the old sedan, believing he might find a couple of half-naked high school students. Instead, in a hint of moonlight, he could see only an opened white envelope on the passenger seat, three or four pages of a what looked like a handwritten letter littered the floor. Bobby reached for the driver-side handle, and after quickly looking around for anyone watching, he slowly opened the door. A mix of cigarette smoke and perfume filtered out. There was a half-empty can of beer in the cup holder. It was still cold to the touch.
Monday, December 10, 2012
A Place of My Own
I've been thinking a lot about writing spaces. I'll be moving into a new place in late January, an older home with great classic woodwork and big windows, hardwood floors and a claw foot bathtub. And with this move, a chance to create my own writing space again.
In the small apartment where I now live, there is no room for such a space. I've done quite well writing in cafes and coffee shops, the white noise of conversation and espresso machines acts as a sort of blanket to the world, softening the real noise the sometimes can block the writing. I love working in good coffee shops, ones with funky chairs and odd corners. But, that special space in my home has been missing.
So, how do I proceed?
I went back to search out my favorite photos of my favorite writers' spaces: Hemingway's room in Key West, Dylan Thomas' small, austere cabin in Wales, Thoreau's hideaway in the woods, Kerouac's tiny bedroom and desk in Florida where he wrote The Dharma Bums, a space I had the great opportunity to live and write in during a writer's residency in Orlando a couple of years ago. A long-time neighbor of Kerouac's reminisced once about hearing the click and clack of typewriter keys into the early hours of the morning, the sound emanating from the bedroom's open window. One thing I quickly discovered about all these favorite spots: simplicity. Each one is small, some bare and empty, with a simple wooden desk and maybe a few books nearby on a shelf or stacked on the floors. The spaces are austere, but not unemotional. There's something brilliantly uncomplicated about each one. And that's what I want to take away from those spaces and bring to mine.
If you write, you certainly have thought about a space of your own. And it has to be YOUR OWN. Take suggestions from others you admire, as I have, but still, make it your place. And it does not have to be fancy. Get your desk at a yard sale, repair a chair tossed to the curb for the garbage pick-up. Light the space as you wish, clean and bright, or soft and dim with candles. If you feel good and secluded and centered, then it works.
There's romanticism in writing spaces, yes, but practicality too. But it's the mix that makes it worth the effort and time to build your own and begin to cherish it.
If you're looking for more thoughts on the subject, here's a recent NY Times blog entry that puts wonderful insight on the subject.
David
In the small apartment where I now live, there is no room for such a space. I've done quite well writing in cafes and coffee shops, the white noise of conversation and espresso machines acts as a sort of blanket to the world, softening the real noise the sometimes can block the writing. I love working in good coffee shops, ones with funky chairs and odd corners. But, that special space in my home has been missing.
So, how do I proceed?
I went back to search out my favorite photos of my favorite writers' spaces: Hemingway's room in Key West, Dylan Thomas' small, austere cabin in Wales, Thoreau's hideaway in the woods, Kerouac's tiny bedroom and desk in Florida where he wrote The Dharma Bums, a space I had the great opportunity to live and write in during a writer's residency in Orlando a couple of years ago. A long-time neighbor of Kerouac's reminisced once about hearing the click and clack of typewriter keys into the early hours of the morning, the sound emanating from the bedroom's open window. One thing I quickly discovered about all these favorite spots: simplicity. Each one is small, some bare and empty, with a simple wooden desk and maybe a few books nearby on a shelf or stacked on the floors. The spaces are austere, but not unemotional. There's something brilliantly uncomplicated about each one. And that's what I want to take away from those spaces and bring to mine.
If you write, you certainly have thought about a space of your own. And it has to be YOUR OWN. Take suggestions from others you admire, as I have, but still, make it your place. And it does not have to be fancy. Get your desk at a yard sale, repair a chair tossed to the curb for the garbage pick-up. Light the space as you wish, clean and bright, or soft and dim with candles. If you feel good and secluded and centered, then it works.
There's romanticism in writing spaces, yes, but practicality too. But it's the mix that makes it worth the effort and time to build your own and begin to cherish it.
If you're looking for more thoughts on the subject, here's a recent NY Times blog entry that puts wonderful insight on the subject.
David
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Poems in Unlikely Places
I do not profess to be an expert on poetry. But I know what I like. I'm a big fan of Billy Collins, mostly because I appreciate his accessibility and his wonderment with the everyday. But I also love Lord Byron, and Dylan Thomas, and Keats. I guess that also makes me a romantic, at least when it comes to poetry. (Although I like to think I'm a romantic in other ways. I hope I am.)
But I wonder about how poetry reveals oneself, and others.
I recently had a wonderful conversation over coffee with a thoughtful, spirited person about the lyrics of Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, and a new favorite of mine - Craig Finn, the lead man and songwriter for the band The Hold Steady. Finn put out a solo album not long ago that is marvelous, mostly because of his incredible lyrics - his poetry. In one song - New Friend Jesus - he tells a wonderful story of how he wished he had been a better man for the woman in his life, the one that got away. On the surface, you expect this song to be about spiritual rebirth - and whether that is something Finn has experienced or not, I don't know - but as the song progresses you realize it's really not about religious or spiritual renewal, it's about how he wished he'd been a in a better place -- "knew Jesus" -- when "you (she) loved me (him)." The superbly unexpected nature of this song is what makes it, for me, poetry. And that kind of thing sends chills up my arms, forms tears in my eyes. (Does that make me a romantic?)
My coffee partner felt the same way about poetry in song lyrics. And that, I believe, made both of us lovers of poetry -- we had no need to be experts.
I urge you to read poetry. Go to a bookstore (a good independent), a library, look on Amazon, and browse, find something that resonates -- buy it and read it; read it out loud to your friend, your lover.
David
But I wonder about how poetry reveals oneself, and others.
I recently had a wonderful conversation over coffee with a thoughtful, spirited person about the lyrics of Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, and a new favorite of mine - Craig Finn, the lead man and songwriter for the band The Hold Steady. Finn put out a solo album not long ago that is marvelous, mostly because of his incredible lyrics - his poetry. In one song - New Friend Jesus - he tells a wonderful story of how he wished he had been a better man for the woman in his life, the one that got away. On the surface, you expect this song to be about spiritual rebirth - and whether that is something Finn has experienced or not, I don't know - but as the song progresses you realize it's really not about religious or spiritual renewal, it's about how he wished he'd been a in a better place -- "knew Jesus" -- when "you (she) loved me (him)." The superbly unexpected nature of this song is what makes it, for me, poetry. And that kind of thing sends chills up my arms, forms tears in my eyes. (Does that make me a romantic?)
My coffee partner felt the same way about poetry in song lyrics. And that, I believe, made both of us lovers of poetry -- we had no need to be experts.
I urge you to read poetry. Go to a bookstore (a good independent), a library, look on Amazon, and browse, find something that resonates -- buy it and read it; read it out loud to your friend, your lover.
David
Friday, May 11, 2012
If You Write Personal Stories...
I'm a fan -- no that's not true - I'm not a fan. I am an admirer, better word, of Phillip Lopate, the great essayists and literary nonfiction writer. (If you have not read Confessions of a Shusher, please do. It is a masterpiece in personal essay writing.)
Why do I not describe my interest in Lopate with the word "fan?" Well, "fan" implies that I devour his work, covet it. That I do not do. I have read a lot of Lopate, but he's not one of my favorite authors. However, that said, I hugely admire him and how he shapes a piece of work. He is to be studied, to be read, to be listened to.
Here's your chance.
If you know Lapote's work - and love it - then you'll love this interview. If you are new to Lopate, well, you'll love this interview.
Poets and Writers-Interview with Phillip Lopate.
Why do I not describe my interest in Lopate with the word "fan?" Well, "fan" implies that I devour his work, covet it. That I do not do. I have read a lot of Lopate, but he's not one of my favorite authors. However, that said, I hugely admire him and how he shapes a piece of work. He is to be studied, to be read, to be listened to.
Here's your chance.
If you know Lapote's work - and love it - then you'll love this interview. If you are new to Lopate, well, you'll love this interview.
Poets and Writers-Interview with Phillip Lopate.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Top 10 Most Read Books
These surveys come out form time to time and always at the top is The Holy Bible. But some of the books on this top ten list certainly, in my mind, could say a lot about our world, culture and ourselves.
Here is a neat little poll. Take the information for what it's worth. But it's okay to read into what you may. I did.
Top Ten Most Read Books: (Based on sales over the last 50 years.)
1. The Holy Bible
2. Quotations from Chairman Mao (The number of Chinese in the world may have bumped this one up; plus, maybe a little "mandatory" reading.)
3. Harry Potter (the first)
4. The Lord of the Rings
5. The Alchemist
6. The Da Vinci Code
7. The Twilight Saga (That should tell us something!)
8. Gone with the Wind
9. Think and Grow Rich (That should also tell us something!!)
10. The Diary of Anne Frank
Here's the full story.
Top Ten Books in the World
Here is a neat little poll. Take the information for what it's worth. But it's okay to read into what you may. I did.
Top Ten Most Read Books: (Based on sales over the last 50 years.)
1. The Holy Bible
2. Quotations from Chairman Mao (The number of Chinese in the world may have bumped this one up; plus, maybe a little "mandatory" reading.)
3. Harry Potter (the first)
4. The Lord of the Rings
5. The Alchemist
6. The Da Vinci Code
7. The Twilight Saga (That should tell us something!)
8. Gone with the Wind
9. Think and Grow Rich (That should also tell us something!!)
10. The Diary of Anne Frank
Here's the full story.
Top Ten Books in the World
Monday, May 7, 2012
Mindful Writing
Sometimes writing is simply for discovery, writing to let it all out. Whatever IT is. It can be a cleansing process or one of wonderment. But going deep into this can also be tenuous, a bumpy, winding road.
Ah, but what the heck. It's worth it!
This new book - THE PEN AND THE BELL - is about that kind of writing - mindful writing - and I recommend it highly.
Ah, but what the heck. It's worth it!
This new book - THE PEN AND THE BELL - is about that kind of writing - mindful writing - and I recommend it highly.
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