Showing posts with label COVID-19. Show all posts
Showing posts with label COVID-19. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Weekly Scribblings #18: Art (and turmoil, it seems) Begets Art

Greetings, inkers of lived words. I hope everyone is doing as well as they can. Things around my bit of New York City have been quiet. Well, except at 7 in the evening, when most New Yorkers follow in the steps of Spain, Italy and the U.K., and explode in cheers for the heroes risking the front lines of the COVID-19 pandemic. I didn’t always join the expressive shouts of support (I might’ve thought them to be a tad silly, even annoying). Then, the other day, I saw an EMT team step out of their ambulance and take a quick bow. The smiles on their faces were... splendorous. Since that day, I have screamed (even whistled) as loudy and exuberantly as all the rest (while remembering those warm smiles).

I guess, some good things have sprouted out of these horrible times. One of them is inspiration to create all sorts of reactive, rebellious, informative, therapeutic… arts (not that we would know a thing about that *cough*). Keeping in mind the thought that Art Begets Art, for our 18th Weekly Scribblings, I invite you to birth new poetry or prose inspired by Pandemic Street Art from around the world.


For inspiration, Im offering these pieces borrowed from Atlas Obscura and a rather provocative bit of advice from the NYC Health Department. But please, feel free to surf for something different, if none of the offerings speak to you (do let us know/see which piece(s) inspired your contribution. And if you choose to create prose, let your word count be 369 words or fewer).

Add the direct link to your contribution to Mr. Linky. This prompt will remain open for a week. Visit other poets and storytellers. See what their muses birthed out of other muses’ children. Let them know what their inked-offspring make you feel.

As always, stay safe (and healthily creative).

Friday, April 24, 2020

Wild Fridays #16: Roving the Web

The things you find! I couldn't resist this one.


















I think the plums in the icebox must be one of the best-known poems ever – only surpassed by the red wheelbarrow (by the same poet, William Carlos Williams – but you knew that, didn't you?). I always thought that if I'd been on the receiving end of his little note that morning, I might not have felt too forgiving, even if it was in poetry.

Then there's this. Seems I'm not the only one to have this problem!  (If you read my haibun for Weekly Scribblings #15.)


There! Hope that boosted your immune system – laughter, we are told, being the best medicine.

They both came from facebook, actually. (It has its uses!) This one, which seems to have most things covered, came from there too:



Someone has pointed out, re item 4, that one shouldn't really need a to-do list to ensure tending to a child in one's care. Too true! But if we do have a child, a pet or a plant to look after, that's one item we can be sure of crossing off virtuously as 'done'. (I am keeping my plants alive; I am, I am! I'm just not weeding around them as often as I might....)

You probably saw Helen's terrific anti-meme poem in response to the latest Writers' Pantry. If not, scroll back a couple of posts from this to pick it up. Going back for a second read, I finally had a proper look at the meme she used as illustration. Oh yeah, I could get into that one – it's about writers!
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That's the trouble with memes, isn't it? Mostly they are a pest, but then one will pull you in. If you want to know (or even if you don't) as I told Helen, it's House #5 for me, no question. Not only does it include some of my favourite writers, but even more importantly, there is no-one there I dislike, or am merely lukewarm about.

I can forego Plath in order to spare myself Ayn Rand; Wilde and Brecht so as to miss Hunter S. Thompson; and even James Baldwin (sigh) if it means not encountering L. Ron Hubbard. And the combination of Mailer and Hemingway – and yes, even Joyce – would be way too misogynist for me. (Though it might be fun to watch Dorothy Parker deal with them.)

How about you? You are allowed to play in the Comments.

So I didn't have to rove far and wide through the web for those; rather they came to me. So did a newsletter in my email from Jean Shinoda Bolen, author and Goddess-centred feminist. (She describes herself as 'author, Jungian analyst, activist'.)

Her newsletter contained links to two YouTube videos of empty streets, along with some wise words presented as a poem. One shows streets in Ireland, the other America. Here is the Irish version, which includes audio.





In case you can't quite get all the words through the lovely accent, let me tell you what they tell us: that when when we see the empty streets, either when out walking or watching the news, what we are seeing is love in action. We are seeing how much we do care for each other – and that even though jobs, businesses and lives will be lost, 'It isn't the end of the world. It is the most remarkable act of global solidarity we may ever witness.' We are urged to let 'all that love' fill and sustain us.

May it indeed be so!

Stay safe and well, my friends.


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Friday, April 17, 2020

Wild Fridays #15: I Wish I'd Written This

Pandemic

pandemic
stifling a cough
on the checkout line

deli encounter
giving my neighbor
the Vulcan salute 

pandemic meal plan
stretching the pasta and sauce
to last a second day

pandemic
my hands raw
from washing

pandemic news
I take a break
to do my taxes

panning for gold
finding hand wipes
inside my purse

pandemic
eating all
the chocolate

out for a quick walk
a wren warbles on the top
of a weeping cherry

pandemic
eating days-old
pizza

pandemic
even the deer
disappear

pandemic
the dogwoods
wait to bloom

pandemic
the anxiety
of extroverts

pandemic
millions of lab rats
in cages

home not alone
a couple watches TV
in separate rooms

empty cities
the sound of a virus
spreading

pandemic spring
the weeping cherries
bloom without me

– By Amy Losak

This is a small selection of haiku and senryu inspired by the current pandemic, which Amy has shared in my facebook group Haiku on Friday as well as on her own facebook page. (Sometimes she goes for the traditional 5-7-5 syllables per line; most are simply short-long-short, which is acceptable nowadays too.) Although they can't help but build up a collective picture, each is to be read separately. I just grabbed some of the ones I like best – so far – from even more which she's been posting over recent days. (These were not necessarily written to follow each other in the sequence you see here.) I don't expect she'll run out of inspiration any time soon!

The first two above were labelled as being written before the stay-at-home orders, and I read them in a facebook group she recently asked me to join: Haiku in the time of COVID-19.  (The group is administered by Johannes S. H. Berg, whose own one-liner there is superb: 'we'll meet as winds over the mustard field'.)

In fact, although I plucked individual pieces from Amy's various postings, the sequence I arrived at is roughly chronological and does (even unintentionally) reflect the progress of our response to the disease, from stifling a cough at the checkout line (before lockdown) to couples watching TV in separate rooms!

And yes, by now a number of people are writing on this topic – after all, it's the subject uppermost in all our minds – and even writing haiku on it. Just now, of course, members of this community have been focusing our attention on it together, in response to Magaly's Weekly Scribblings #15. (Scroll back one post if by any chance you missed that.) And I have recently discovered that Rajani, who blogs at Thotpurge and is no stranger to this community, has been doing a wonderful series of haibun since March 24, recording her reflections during India's lockdown, under the ongoing title Curfew deeply thoughtful and original work, as one has come to expect from her.

But Amy's haiku on the subject, which began even earlier, were the first I saw – surely among the first to be written so consistently, with such commitment to documenting all the small yet momentous experiences involved. I was immediately enraptured, by the verses and the whole concept. I love the pithiness with which she uses this form to address the subject; and I love that she is doing such an extensive series of them, presenting the topic with many fine shades of meaning. I like that I instantly identify with so many of them (e.g. the third above) and also the momentary surprises, or surprised recognition, in others (such as 'pandemic / the anxiety / of extroverts'... I'm an introvert, you see).

Most of them are senryu, dealing with human behaviour, sometimes with a humorous twist.  The few nature-based haiku here might not seem to add up logically – but then, when was poetry about logic? In haiku, juxtapositions of ideas or images can allow for a wealth of meaning in the unsaid. So the dogwoods and deer, whilst presumably factual, might also be suggestive of a mood; and the final piece above is all too clear, and poignant.

When I asked her for some details about herself and her writing, Amy kindly sent me the following, adapted from her bio-sketch on the Haiku Foundation’s website  (its registry of poets):

Amy Losak is a veteran public relations professional specializing in healthcare and science media relations. After decades of excelling at top PR agencies in New York City, today Amy freelances and consults.

Amy's mother, Sydell Rosenberg , was a New York teacher and published writer, and a charter member of the Haiku Society of America in 1968. After Syd's unexpected death in 1996, her family decided to publish one of her poetry manuscripts for children. One of Syd's long-held dreams had been to publish a picture book.

In 2018, Penny Candy Books released Syd's H Is For Haiku: A Treasury of Haiku from A to Z, with illustrations by Sawsan Chalabi. This collection consists of 26 "city haiku"; a number were first published decades ago in leading journals. It also includes a short essay by Sydell which first appeared in Wind Chimes #3, 1981, and a new introduction by Amy (available on Amazon, etc.).

H Is For Haiku has been honored by the National Council for Teachers of English as a "Notable Poetry Book" in 2019.

Amy also is a member of a group of award-winning Jewish children's authors and illustrators, all women, The Book Meshuggenahs.

Today, Amy writes and publishes her own short poetry. She hopes to publish a second picture book that combines her and Sydell’s haiku. 


Penny Candy Books also has on its website a very nice, and more personal account, of Amy's own development as a writer, as well as the details about her mother's book.

At The Book Meshuggenahs, Amy says (and I very much agree):  

Haiku poems are the briefest form of poetry, but arguably the most expansive. While they are traditionally taught to be written in three lines of 5-7-5 syllables, today’s haiku are usually shorter. Content–capturing moments, experiences, feelings, observations–is more important than syllable count. Haiku poetry celebrates “small moments” in our daily lives, and makes them “big.”

It seems to me a particularly apt form of expression whilst so many of us are in social isolation, inevitably turning our immediate focus on the small and everyday, even while staying up-to-date on the global picture.


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Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Weekly Scribblings #15: Poets and Storytellers Ink COVID-19 Quarantine Histories

Greetings, word lovers. In a world where so much is changing, it feels quite good to say that. So, I’ll say it again, a little louder, “Greetings, word lovers!” I hope today offers you (and me) at least one thing to smile (even laugh) about—disaster just shouldn’t have the last laugh.

Around the world, different individuals and some groups have been collecting COVID-19 quarantine inspired stories. The tales are being told through photographs, through song, through ink. For today’s prompt, I invite you to partake in the latter. Let’s write new prose or poetry which describes an instant, or a day, or a week, or a month… during the current pandemic. I would love it if most of our contributions were Slices of Life, but it is not a requirement. Your entry can be fiction or nonfiction, the choice is always yours.

Add the direct link to your contribution to Mr. Linky—one per participant, please. If you choose to write prose, do let your count be 369 words or fewer. This prompt shall remain open until next Wednesday. Visit other poets and storytellers. Let’s ink history.