Fibonacci: forms in nature. forms in poetry?

http://le-tokyo.greatestjournal.com   http://www.shutterandpupil.com/189.htmlIn my “free time,” I do stuff like listen to podcasts from BBC radio (England changes you)…and I came across this bit on The Fibonacci Sequence, on the programme “In Our Time.”  What is interesting to me about this chat, specifically, is that it began to intersect some of my ideas about creating an “invented form” for Seminar: Poetics by Praxis, and my thoughts about form, more generally, and naturally embedded roots for poetic form, specifically.  Winter trees, in particular, make me think of strict forms existing in nature, which may be borrowed from, or mused upon for creating formal poetry…Levertov has this to say in her essay, “Some Notes on Organic Form:

For me, back of the idea of organic form is the concept that is a form in all things (and in our experience) which the poet discover and reveal. There are no doubt temperamental differences between poets who use prescribed forms and those who look for new ones—people who need a tight schedule to get anything done, and people who have to have a free hand—but the difference in their conception of “content” or “reality” is functionally more important. On the one hand is the idea that content, reality, experience, is essentially fluid and must be given form; on the other, this sense of seeking out inherent, though not immediately apparent, form. Gerard Manley Hopkins invented the word inscape to denote intrinsic form, the pattern of essential characteristics both in single objects and (what is more interesting) in objects in a state of relation to each other; and the word instress to denote the experiencing of the perception of inscape, the apperception of inscape. In thinking of the process of poetry as I know it, I extend the use of these words, which he seems to have used mainly in reference to sensory phenomena, to include intellectual and emotional experience as well; I would speak of the inscape of an experience (which might be composed of any and all of these elements, including the sensory) or of the inscape of a sequence or constellation of experiences.       (more…)

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a sample

This is one of the cards that we sold at the gallery I worked out.  The card is a collage of different materials.  In case you can’t read the quote, it says:

You will not find poetry anywhere
unless you bring some of it with you.

~ Joubert

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hatteras island

I lived on hatteras island this summer and worked at a small art gallery on the North Carolina coast.  My whole time there I was fascinated by the island and its history.  The locals that stay year round are some of the best and most creative people I have ever met.  Just yesterday, my old boss sent me “A Hatteras Anthology: the voices of Hatteras Island Women.”  It is a collection of short stories, personal reflections, and best of all poetry from a variety of local women on the island.  Needless to say I spent all night reading it to cover to cover despite my papers due today and finals next week.  Many of the pieces in the book are from artists I worked with over the summer, so it was so fascinating to see their writing.  I think these are some of the most honest, good hearted, and interesting people I have ever met.  They are unpretentious, thoughtful, and completely fascinated with the world and everything nature has to offer.  I have never felt so comfortable and at ease in my entire life.  Hardly any of these women are professional writers, but to me their stories are as compelling as any well-respected author.  Below is one of my favorite poems from the selection.

Cape of Hatteras by Linda Elizabeth Nunn

I will arise and go now, and go to Hatteras,

And a small house make there, of driftwood built.

A plot of sea oats will I have there, and a row boat,

And live alone on the sand dune hill.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace is slow,

Slow over the horizon, coming when the dawn sings.

There midnight is black velvet, and noon a furnace.

And evening full of seagull wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear the ocean tumbling with mirth on the shore.

From maritime forest to windswept beach,

I hear it in my deep heart core.

With regards to William Butler Yeats and The Lake Isle of Innisfree. 

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yeah.

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Inscription

Kayla Reae Whitaker

cowgirl extraordinaire and all-around good person

(the inscription in my Elizabeth Bishop book)

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Lost and Found

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Fair Play

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Sarah- A killer?

I wonder what I did to deserve this

I wonder what I did to deserve a bloody sword crossing the red sea to smite me. I find the caption pretty poetic, I have to say. Think about the different meangings.

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Now take this poem and write it down.

“My Everything” by Liza Garza. Here’s a freestyle poem, since someone asked about that in class Tuesday. The production value is low, so it’s a little tough to look at, but his ideas are interesting. His name is Award the Poet. One thing I noticed was that the “flow” was there, but he lacked the confidence you see in his other rehearsed poems.   And here’s another one by Kelly Tsai, the poet we showed in our presentation. She’s got a ton of videos on YouTube, if you like her style. 

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