“In order to write about life first you must live it.” -Ernest Hemingway
The summer is upon us…which means I hide inside on super sunny hot days. However, I will say that today was beautiful. I’m honestly more of a go for a drive when the sun sets type of girl…I’d much rather worry about mosquito bites than sunburn. One of my favorite things to do is go to the beach at night. It’s a much more peaceful experience, spending quiet time with the ocean.
…you know…ebbing with the ocean of life like Whitman.
You’ll be happy to know that I’ve been writing a lot. My bond with poetry is still going strong, and I think that largely has to do with the fact that when I’m not working on my own, I’m reading other poets work. I’m very much in a poetic state of mind every single day, and it feels great. It kind of allows one to look at the world differently, and makes me curious to explore all sorts of things.
I haven’t always been a people watcher. There were so many times that I’d be having a conversation with a fellow writer and they would tell me how they love to go sit at a coffee shop and just watch people. Normally, I’d respond by nodding my head and smiling when I was really thinking, “how in the world does that help you?” Fast forward to present day, and I finally get it. The only trouble is, I’m not quite sure how to explain it…helpful Christine, right? I don’t know how everyone does it, but I don’t exactly sit there are stare at people like a creep. It’s more the atmosphere of it all. Most of the time, I’m writing articles for my Bleeding Cool job so I fade in and out of the happenings around the room. Today, I actually went out to lunch by myself and had a super delicious breakfast sandwich. While I was scarfing that down, I noticed an old couple talking over a newspaper. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but in a weird way, I didn’t need to because my imagination immediately kicked in. Don’t you love when that happens?
It’s safe to say that I’m pretty content with writing poetry, so for now I’m going to continue following that path. Like I mentioned before, I’ve also been reading a lot of poetry. I’m about to finish up a few different poets, and I’ve decided that my next poet to explore further will be Sylvia Plath. It’s funny because I’ve read some of her stuff before, but it wasn’t until I was browsing quotes (as I so often do) one day and came across this one…
It wasn’t the first time I’d read it either. Actually, I’d probably read it several times, but this time was different. I had an overwhelming urge to learn more about her. It’s definitely one of the most truthful statements that’s ever been written. So, I’m happy to say that I snagged copies of her unabridged journals and a collection of poetry. I’ll be sure to report back after I’ve read through it all. I would mention who I’m finishing reading now, but I have so much that I want to say that I won’t even mention his name. I’ll just be mysterious until I decide to write a separate post about him too.
On a completely unrelated note (because I’m cool like that) I’d like to leave you with a piece of one of my favorite poems called “One Art” by Elizabeth Bishop. You can read the full poem here.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;/ so many things seem filled with the intent/ to be lost that their loss is no disaster./Lose something every day. Accept the fluster/of lost door keys, the hour badly spent./The art of losing isn’t hard to master./Then practice losing farther, losing faster:/places, and names, and where it was you meant/to travel. None of these will bring disaster.