Showing posts with label Writers' Pantry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writers' Pantry. Show all posts

Sunday, October 10, 2021

Writers' Pantry #91: Musing on the Factual and the Imaginary

(and the possible effect of cultural differences)

My recent Weekly Scribblings prompt, Keeping it Real, proved difficult for most to adhere to. Don't feel bad – this is partly down to the prompter. I didn’t spell it out that Realism in art and literature involves looking from the outside and portraying / describing that.

However, I did give plenty of examples, and my prompt didn’t ask people to write about realism (though I am thinking in hindsight I'd have done well to give you that option) but to write ‘realistically’ / ‘from a realistic perspective’.

So I found it fascinating – why did so many have so much trouble being able to do that? 

The Subjective

First of all, it seems we have huge trouble not being subjective – myself included. It's as if some of us simply can't. (Which is rather scary, as objectivity is so often needed when navigating life!) It is possible to write Realism with oneself as subject, but it's more difficult. One needs to stand outside oneself mentally, as an onlooker.

I am thinking there is, perhaps, a cultural aspect. Individualism is highly valued in our culture and has long been so, to the extent that its value is taken for granted and we're probably all conditioned that way from an early age without even realising it. (In some other societies – the tribal, the Socialist, many other species – the group as a whole is considered more important.) A subjective point of view seems to follow naturally from our focus on the rights and importance of the individual.

The Imagined

Also, in what we think of as the Western world, poetry is the realm of the metaphorical. Stories, too, it is agreed, come at least partly from the imagination.

The best-known form of Japanese literature, the haiku, is rooted in nature, whether observed or recollected. Even when the writer’s feelings are included, they are those directly experienced, not imagined. Metaphor is eschewed in traditional haiku. Instead we may have a juxtaposition of two apparently unconnected images, which allows for a mental leap, an understanding beyond what is written on the page. That, however, is still in the realm of reality, not fiction.

Many Westerners have enormous difficulty understanding how to write haiku, instead producing three-line verses of 5, 7 and 5 syllables per line, which are not haiku. Many things make them ‘not haiku’; the use of metaphor, internal dialogue and imagination are some.

Realism and Naturalism

Realism in art became synonymous with the early days of Communism in Russia, as a departure from what was seen as Western decadence (one reason I included the photo of Lenin’s statue in my Scribblings post). It was fashionable to extol the workers by depicting them engaged in their work – in fact not always very truthfully, though purporting to be. Manual labour was officially regarded as a noble calling. This is not something given much attention in non-Communist countries – where realism tends to pertain only to landscapes and portraits (and not all of them).

This article on realism in 19th Century Russian literature tells us:

The general characteristics of 19th-century Russian realism include the urge to explore the human condition in a spirit of serious enquiry, although without excluding humor and satire; the tendency to set works of fiction in the Russia of the writer’s own day; the cultivation of a straightforward style, but one also involving factual detail; an emphasis on character and atmosphere rather than on plot and action; and an underlying tolerance of human weakness and wickedness.  The leading realists began to be published in the late 1840s: the novelists Ivan Turgenev, Ivan Goncharov, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, and Count Leo Tolstoy; the playwright Aleksandr Ostrovsky; the poet Nikolai Nekrasov; and the novelist and political thinker Aleksandr Herzen.

The author goes on to explain how this movement, portraying the condition of the people under Tsarist rule, actually led to the Communist revolution of 1917.

There are some parallels in the literature of non-Communist countries, e.g. (just to take one example) John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath, about the terrible conditions for farm labourers and others during the Great Depression, published in 1939. In fact this book has been cited as an example of Naturalism, which takes Realism further. This site, which goes into detail about both, differentiates them thus: 

Realism is a literary movement that began in the middle of the nineteenth century in France and spread across Europe. This movement can be defined as a reaction against Romanticism. Realistic literature depicts ordinary people in everyday situations. They depicted events that could happen to anyone in real life.  Realism portrays life as it is, without idealizing, flattering or romanticizing. 

Naturalism proceeded from realism [and] is often referred to as a logical outgrowth of literary Realism. It can be considered as an exaggerated form of realism since it used detailed realism to propose that social conditions, heredity, and environment were the three main forces in shaping human character.

Wikipedia tells us that The Grapes of Wrath ‘won the National Book Award and Pulitzer Prize for fiction, and it was cited prominently when Steinbeck was awarded the Nobel Prize in 1962.’ However, we are also told that it was a controversial book at the time of its publication and in some quarters was denounced as socialist propaganda. Now known as a great classic, it was banned in many places.

Summing Up

Whatever the reasons, it seems those of us in this community are used to using our imaginations in our writing. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, and I’d hate to see it change! It produces some beautiful and wondrous results.

However, I think it’s good to expand our techniques. Describing something ‘from the outside’ in such a way that we – in the famous phrase – ‘show, don’t tell’ can be a useful exercise.  

I’ll leave you with that suggestion, to take up or not.

Meanwhile, for our next Weekly Scribblings
, Magaly invites us to write poetry or prose inspired by personal symbols. Not a symbol that holds the same meaning for everyone, but something special to you. For example, Serena Williams has a lucky pair of socks; Helen Mirren has a lucky pair of shoes; Benicio del Toro says that he wears a ring with a wooden core so he can always knock on wood whenever needed.

And, for our Writers' Pantry today,  you may let your imaginations run as wild as you like, and share whatever you will – poetry or prose; new or old; any subject, form or style. Only, if it’s prose, we ask that you restrict it to 369 words.

Post it on your blog, add the link to your post to Mister Linky below, enjoy reading each other and leaving what encouraging comments you’re moved to. Also we’re always interested to  receive your comments here.

The prompt will stay open a week.

Enjoy! 



Sunday, September 19, 2021

Writers' Pantry #88: The Season Turns

Hello again, dear Wordsmiths. Here we are in a time of transition once more.

In Australia we are in the first month of Spring, with that lovely feeling of renewal as the weather warms up and flowers burst out all over. Let me share with you the delight of the first rose in my street! (The neighbours are used to me by now, happily snapping all their best blooms on my trusty iPhone.)

 


For most of our P&SU community, living in the Northern Hemisphere, you’ll be entering Autumn. Or Fall, but we don’t call it that here – not only because we tend to follow English usage, but also because the majority of our trees are evergreens whose leaves don’t fall.  (I know many people love the distinct demarcation of the seasons. While I agree that Autumn colours en masse are very beautiful, I don’t envy you the stark, bare branches of Winter.)

Either way, it’s a time to take stock: to think about what we’ll let go of along with the season just departed, and what we’ll seek to harvest (if we’re entering Autumn) or what new seeds we’ll plant in our lives (if we’re at the beginning of Spring).

Meanwhile let’s share our writings on these or any matters, in poetry or prose, old or new. (Please keep prose to 369 words max.) Link us up to you in Mister Linky below, leave a link to us too in your post if you’d be so kind, and enjoy each other’s inspired and varied words!

Thinking ahead: Next Wednesday, Magaly will ask us to write poetry or prose which includes one (or all 3) of the following phrases: 1. “Happy and strange words are my home.” 2. “I see you.” 3. “Reason is music to a jaded heart.”

STOP PRESS
I just heard from our friend Old Egg's daughter that he is OK. He has had computer issues which are now resolved, however is in a writer's block at present. Hopefully we'll be reading him again soon!


Sunday, September 12, 2021

Writers’ Pantry #87: Words Never Die

“A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.” And since I agree with Emily Dickinson, dear poets and storytellers, lets say our lived words in ink (pixels?).  

The Writers’ Pantry is open to all! Let’s share poetry or prose that is new or old, fiction or nonfiction, short or longish (if choosing prose, your word count should be 369 words or fewer). One link per participant, please. This prompt shall remain open for a week. Write on!

- on Wednesday, our Rommy would like us to write about one (or more) things we might find at a fair. Possibilities include (but are not limited to) cotton candy, Ferris wheels, ring toss, merry-go-rounds, corn dogs, and roller coasters.

 

Sunday, March 7, 2021

Writers' Pantry #60: What Got You Started?

G’day, wonderful wordsmiths! I hope you are enjoying the beginnings of welcome Spring if you’re in the Northern Hemisphere, or of lovely Autumn if you’re somewhere DownUnder like me.

Today I have a question for you – the same one a friend of mine recently asked on facebook:

Hey my comrade writers, why, how and when did you start writing?

 


My reply was:

I was in love with poetry (which my Dad used to read to me). I thought poetry was the most beautiful thing that human beings could create. I was also in love with beauty. It seemed natural to me to want to spend my life creating beauty – which obviously meant making poems. I was 7 when I made up my first poem. I wrote it down. I have been doing it ever since. I am now 81, and I'm not tired of it yet. Fairly soon I wanted to create other things in poetry, not only beauty. I don't always succeed in creating what I want to, but it all still seems worth the attempt. 


Yes, that answer was all about poetry and only poetry. Definitely my ‘thing’.

 

 

 

I never was very good at, or very interested in writing fiction. I did have a couple of short stories published in literary magazines many years ago but they’re very thinly disguised autobiography.

I’m unable to sustain a novel. I tried twice, also years ago. One started happening in my ‘morning pages’ (journalling whatever is in one’s head first thing) but after a while I found the characters so boring that I thought they’d hardly interest anyone else either, and let go of them. Another year I tried NaNoWriMo (writing 50,000 words of a novel in November). I did finish it, but it got really silly towards the end.

I never cared enough about either of these projects to resurrect them. I liked writing non-fiction: blog posts, book reviews, personal letters…. Attempts at memoir, though, usually got abandoned fairly quickly. Again, I could never sustain my own interest.

My real start in writing stories came when our Magaly introduced me to the concept that non-fiction can also be storytelling, and (needing to keep them shortish) we hit on the idea of a 369-word limit for P&SU prose pieces. For some reason that length suits me. (I usually write more and have to pare back, which improves the writing.) I have even done an occasional piece of fiction and quite a few bits of memoir this way.

I guess it’s true on one level to say I began writing stories as school essays, long ago. But I couldn’t wait to stop that, so my real beginning in embracing storytelling was in 2019 in this community.

Many of my writer friends, however, dreamed first of telling stories and found their way to poetry later.

How about you? 

Who would like to tell us what started you writing? We’d love to read about it in the Comments below!

And now:

As always, the actual writing is what we’re really here for. It being Sunday, you may choose your own topic and share any piece of writing old or new, poetry or prose. (Prose pieces need to be 369 words maximum, please, excluding title.)

Advance notice:

On Wednesday, Magaly will invite us to write new poetry or prose using “a troubled relationship”—literal or metaphorical—as inspiration.

 

Images from Unsplash: 1 by Aaron Burden, 2 by Andrew Neel.