The rejuvenated Poet goes Old School

Lately, I have gotten a serious bug to get back into writing poetry.  I was a fairly serious poet in high school (Thank you, Mr. Joseph Wilson, Creative Writing/Humanities teacher my senior year), and even served as the editor of the Senior poetry publication for my school. 

In the intervening years between those heady days and the encroachment of middle-age, however, the poems have been rather sparsely scattered.  The last poem of any real work and revision came at the time of my engagement to my beautiful wife-- I wrote a rather long ballad poem that for the proposal, and it ended up being set to music by her brother and sung at the reception.

With that exception and the occasional haiku jotted in the journal, one can pretty much sum up my life poetic as pathetic.

Time to change that.

As the Muse sticks her cattle prod into my hindquarters, though, there has been one rather interesting twist:  I matriculated into poetry in a world of free verse and blank verse... it is rather the dominant form over the last century.  It is certainly what I know the most, and is by far the most popular in the current day.

So, of course, what do I do?  I want to go back to some traditional forms.  Maybe it's the Tolkien lover in me... all of his 'rhyming' poetry embedded in his works.  Maybe it's the budding musician in me, desiring to write poetry within the constraints of rhyme, rhythm and meter, or maybe it's just me wanting to be different.   Any of the reasons works as far as I'm concerned.

There is one small problem, though... I'm not terribly versed on the canon of traditional forms other than the haiku, which we Westerners really only attempt facsimiles of anyway, since English is not Japanese.

So, as I endeavor to embark on this trek through Thumb-my-nose-at-the-rest-of-the-world-Land, I have hit the library and gathered a pile of books to learn about traditional forms.  I'm very excited about this process.  It's going to be fun.

But don't expect to see much of the efforts on this blog... I don't expect to make the results available to many besides myself.  At this stage in my life, doing this is for my soul and spirit, not for reading at poetry slams or cafes or attempts at publishing.

Some rebel, huh?  Go against the grain but never let anyone see the results!   LOL

Riddles and signs at the gym...

Some random thoughts from the gym this morning:

• I get tickled at myself when I solve one of life's little riddles, especially if it's one that should not have been such a poser to my silly self.  At my gym, there is a steam room in the pool area.  There are glass windows, but you can't see through them into the room (wouldn't be much of steam room if you could).  Well, I have wondered many times why some people, prior to entering the steam room, go and get 2-3 of the foam kickboards from the pool area.  It's been something I've idly wondered many times, but never put much thought into-- and then the answer hit me this morning.. they are lying down on the boards in there and using the foam kickboards as a pillow.  DUH
• One of the great things about being someone who really doesn't care too terribly much about what everyone else thinks is that you can do things that might mortify more intrepid souls...and things that may have *never* been done before at a particular place!   This morning, I forgot to grab one of my magazines that I read while I work out on the treadmill and bicycle, so once I arrived, I grabbed my ASL textbook from the book bag.  I wonder if anyone has ever been seen before, at that particular gym in that particular city, signing to himself as he walked off the pounds  :)
• I had forgotten what fantastic exercise rowing is... I used to own a Concept 2 rowing machine, but sold it at one point because I needed the money back.  My gym has two of them though, and I've incorporated it back into my cardio routines.  It is an absolute beating.. 10 minutes of it, and I'm wiped out....
• Unlike some guys, I'm a big fan of the shower "skooshie" when using the liquid soap they provide.  Much better suds that way.  Which makes it irritating when said skooshie goes AWOL from the gym bag.  It's even more irritating when I discover later that I put the skooshie in the wrong pocket of the bag and it was there all along!
• I think I'm finally starting to turn the corner on the exercise thing again.  It's becoming habit.  I hope it stays that way... I like the way I feel in terms of energy and self-confidence when I workout on a regular basis!

Why is everyone so dour?

This morning, as I was leaving my gym, I passed a lady who was on her way in, and was struck at how less-than-happy she looked.  She wasn't angry, or sad, or obviously rushed... she just wasn't smiling.  At that exact moment of time, she couldn't have been aware that I was observing her, so her look could not have been one of feminine defense against advancement.  She just looked... dour.

As I reflected on this, I thought back on all the people I had seen that morning, and even accounting for the effects that having to exercise might have had on one's countenance, I remembered frowns, and strained faces, and very little laughter and smiles.  As I broadened the sweep of my musings, I began to think about all the people that I encounter on a daily basis, and I wondered when I last met someone out in the daily world who walked in joy.

I could recall some at church, but even some people there seem to be infected... and I wonder at where we are-- as a people, as a country, and human brothers and sisters.

As a Christian, I know the source of true joy, and yet I often find myself struggling to laugh and enjoy this beautiful world around us.  I have been recently struggling with a very serious case of the down-in-the-dumps myself.

One would be tempted to place the blame squarely on the sagging shoulders of the economy, but I believe it goes deeper than that.  I certainly recall having noticed these same strains among people further back than the collapse of the US home market.  Regardless of the current fiscal state of the union, I have begun to think that we just simply don't take the time to relax, to share good time with people we love, and to fill our souls with the things that speak to our hearts and enrich us.

The other day, I had lunch at an out-of-the-way German restaurant, a wonderful little place that turned out to be a local foci for peoples of German origin here in the DFW area.  On their menu, they had a delightful little statement about their what they desired to bring out in their patron's lives.  It said, in effect, that if one was looking for a fast restaurant to get in and out of rapidly as possible, then they were not the place... but if you wanted to learn to slow down, and dine and converse with companions, then the true German spirit would be conveyed along with the meal.

It was a statement to take to heart, and I wish I had written it down.  (It would not be unusual for me to pull out my moleskine and do exactly that!)  As I rush from housework to yardwork to studying to violin practice to work to church to soccer... I, too, need to remember to slow down, and sit around the table of life with good friends, and some "Jäger Schnitzel mit Spätzle und gemischtem Salat", and stimulating conversation...  and allow these wonderful things to bring some balance back in my life.   May my fellow race-runners find such a respite too!