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Muddling through my thoughts for writing a sonnet for The Art Garden; feedback would be loved
I haven't slept well, the last few nights, so I'm too fuzzy-headed to actually try composing anything, so I'm just going to rattle on here, in this post, just to get my thoughts out in some sort of concrete form. This is also Exact-a-ly the thing I would call my Dad to talk about, and he'd give feedback that would help break through the writer's block (So maybe that's why I've been thinking about him, a lot, lately)...
Anyway: the ramble commences here:
Anyway, on Tuesday, I was listening to the OnPoint Radio Show, and since April is (In America) National Poetry Month, they were doing an hour dedicated to 500 years of the sonnet. A sonnet was described as a fourteen-line poem, with a "turn" in it, and that it was originally based on rhetorical writings of the Italian Renaisance court, where the eight lines lay out one situation or scene, and the last six reply, or turns and looks at the scene from a different angle.
And they were going on about how the sonnet is a near perfect form of poetry, and almost infinitely flexible, that I got the inspiration to write a sonnet for this Art Garden. It would let me lay out my ideas about the whole concept of guilt, with metaphor and all, without having to come up with a scenerio for a story.
Anyway, here are the thoughts that I want to put into the sonnet -- rhymes and iambic meter must wait until I've had some sleep. But I want to get these vague ideas into words, so I can come back and reread them (and so, also, maybe, you can read them, and take one end of one of these threads, and help me untangle them, a bit):
Okay. That's enough thimking for now. Time to wind down toward bed...
*yawn*
I think I know why I'm blocked on ScriptFrenzy. At the end of April is The Art Garden, and my conscience is nagging at me, a little bit, to write that first, before I think about my play.
If I'd known that skrenzy was going to be in April before I started thinking about what I wanted to do for The Art Garden, I might've made room for both in my brain, but, you know.... Of course, it doesn't help that the theme, this time around. is "Guilt;" The editor/producer always picks the difficult themes for the spring, and the warm fuzzies for the winter/Holiday one**.
*A "Literary Magazine" that I've been a part of for eighteen years, where instead of writers getting their work collected and printed in a publication and mailed to anonymous readers, the writers collect at a theater, and read their works aloud before a living audience.
**The winter/Holiday theme will be "Kindness."
Anyway: the ramble commences here:
Anyway, on Tuesday, I was listening to the OnPoint Radio Show, and since April is (In America) National Poetry Month, they were doing an hour dedicated to 500 years of the sonnet. A sonnet was described as a fourteen-line poem, with a "turn" in it, and that it was originally based on rhetorical writings of the Italian Renaisance court, where the eight lines lay out one situation or scene, and the last six reply, or turns and looks at the scene from a different angle.
And they were going on about how the sonnet is a near perfect form of poetry, and almost infinitely flexible, that I got the inspiration to write a sonnet for this Art Garden. It would let me lay out my ideas about the whole concept of guilt, with metaphor and all, without having to come up with a scenerio for a story.
Anyway, here are the thoughts that I want to put into the sonnet -- rhymes and iambic meter must wait until I've had some sleep. But I want to get these vague ideas into words, so I can come back and reread them (and so, also, maybe, you can read them, and take one end of one of these threads, and help me untangle them, a bit):
- Definition of 'Guilt': Being responsible for an offense
- The guilt we (I?) feel for not living up to the life we (I?) imagined
- Who is that an offense against? My potential future Self, that was always ahead of me, when I was younger.
- The Turn: My present self forgiving my remembered past Self for her failings.
- Turning the key to let myself out of the prison of my mind.
Okay. That's enough thimking for now. Time to wind down toward bed...
*yawn*
I think I know why I'm blocked on ScriptFrenzy. At the end of April is The Art Garden, and my conscience is nagging at me, a little bit, to write that first, before I think about my play.
If I'd known that skrenzy was going to be in April before I started thinking about what I wanted to do for The Art Garden, I might've made room for both in my brain, but, you know.... Of course, it doesn't help that the theme, this time around. is "Guilt;" The editor/producer always picks the difficult themes for the spring, and the warm fuzzies for the winter/Holiday one**.
*A "Literary Magazine" that I've been a part of for eighteen years, where instead of writers getting their work collected and printed in a publication and mailed to anonymous readers, the writers collect at a theater, and read their works aloud before a living audience.
**The winter/Holiday theme will be "Kindness."
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Hm.