Wednesday, February 27, 2008

High School Flashback

As I'm thinking about old friends today, I thought I'd post a few of my poems from high school. The first one I wrote for graduation, the second for a friend of mine, and the third was something I scrawled on a bag upon waking up New Year's Day 1986 with a wicked hangover.

Senior Year 1986
One more time
one last dance
one quick look
one less chance
one hot night
one pink dawn
one world beginning
one world gone
one brief touch
one short smile
one for forever
one for awhile
one sure hand
one strong heart
one together
one apart
one young face
one bitter tear
one last embrace
one final year
one more game
one good friend
one goodbye...
childhood' s end.
Sophia
(1986)
Fish net legs
hold the magic
to tempt the world.
Down
on your knees.
Crawl.
Stay.
I
have the power
to hold you
at my will
in my spell
under my thumb
with my eyes.
1st Poem of 1986
misty
wistful
alcoholic
dreams
of little demons

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Question for you Gaby -

Looking back at your old poems (from high school) and then at your more recent work - do you find that you are writing the same poem (not actually, but thematically) over and over again?

I find that when I write - it all feels completely new and different. But when I am finished I look at it and I think..."god, bixby you are just trying to work out the same ol shit over and over".

Not that this is a bad thing - many people think it is actually a good thing...Edward Albee, for example, is always writing the same play again and again (issues with his family, mother, life as an outsider, some sort of baby thing that I am not 100% sure of...)

I guess, more simply put, do you see certain themes or ideas that have haunted you and filled your work over the years?

Gosh - I am long winded today - and fairly incoherent! :)

xo
Bixby

gabrielle said...

1. I think every poet has a certain "dialect" with which they speak, and although they may occasionally stray from that, it generally dominates their writing style.

2. I think writing, like most things in life, is colored by the person's life experiences. I'm sure that there are certain things we keep writing out until our subconscious feels we have competently dealt with them - like reincarnation of whatever that issue is.

3. So many of the poems I have written throughout my life address fear and loneliness and pain. Is that because I'm just a depressed person, or because I tend to only write when I am upset and need to work things out?

4. One of the reasons I proposed the weekly assignment was to try and make myself think in different directions. You know, with C.R., people kept telling me "Autistics need routine." Our life was not conducive to that, however. And I believe that helped him, because it shocked his mind to see differently. And that has been proven for typical people as well. You must exercise your brain, to keep it limber.

What do you think?

Unknown said...

My short stories have recurring themes, which is only disconcerting on the level of "why haven't I worked this out by now?" But I'm OK with that.
I have different impulses for writing poetry and have not yet found too many thematic similarities from one to another.

NEEK

bobbleheaddoll said...

gab,i think life has basic, underlying themes...life, death, lonliness, joy, etc. these are inescapable, run throughout life and are the basis for all scenarios. the thing that should develop in your writing is how eloquent you are in writing about them and the perspective with which you view these scenarios. an event, such as a death, when you are young would be viewed and written about in a different way than if the death occured later in your life. the actual theme of death has not changed, but how you view death and how you express what you feel about it should.

John Giza said...

Well said by you Bobbles.
I am in complete agreement.
My favorite term for it is
Paradigm Shift.

A.D.D. Novelist said...

I look at the things I've written over the years and I see the progression of my life. I see how my perceptions and opinions have changed. I see events memorialized, loves won and lost, and my own sense of mortality evolving.

To me, writing should be a journey, forever moving forward.

Marianne