*In supplement with light readings from The Discovery of Poetry by Frances Mayes and Making Your Days by Kenneth Koch. I urge my readers to read this excerpt with intent and self-reflection.
The Ode Less Travelled is an introduction to poetry written from the viewpoint of Stephen Fry, an English comedian. Why on earth is a comedian writing a poetry handbook? I don’t know, but his book is an absolutely fantastic introduction to the ins and outs of poetry. He was able to communicate concepts that are not easily digestible in a clear, efficient, and pretty humorous manner. The light readings that I have done only supplemented the ideas present in The Ode Less Travelled, and in terms of introductions, they might be heavier reads as compared to Stephen’s book as they were written much more formally. If anyone is looking for an introduction to the meters, rhyming structures, forms, and other facets of poetry, I highly recommend the Ode Less Travelled.
There is a certain appreciation for the written word by these authors. Of course, if one attempts to write a book about poetry, they surely must have some sort of appreciation, or else their words would simply fall flat. That’s the thing about these poets, including Stephen Fry who is a poet in his spare time: they see the world differently. Their eyes are sharply directed at extracting their daily experiences and feelings and converting them into some written form of art. Art in one of its highest form, I might say. Art unparalleled in its nature, with an ability to truly move the soul to those willing to accept it. I think it’s just absolutely beautiful. These people literally see the world differently. They do not experience the world with passing thoughts, no, they cannot afford to do so! Every thought is savored, its root explored and the feelings it stirs recorded in the poet’s mind. These writers, they live for their craft. They live and breathe their craft. It’s their honor, their calling, to take up a pencil and start writing. Drafting. Editing. Publishing. They rejoice in rejections, and rejoice when their work is accepted. This is a lifelong game of of storytelling, with millions of unique voices all sitting around the campfire. These writers, they write with a certain type of language. One of high awareness and appreciation for their lives. An appreciation for the good sunny days and the bad rainy ones. An appreciation of life’s all-encompassing nature as we are guided towards our own Illuminating Paths. Such is the mind of an artist. These writers, they’re wholeheartedly reveling in reverie.
All this discussion invites a natural question: why am I reading these books in the first place? Why, yes, that’s a great question, and I am still searching for a precise answer. Firstly, before attempting at any new venture, it is wise to build a strong foundation within this specific venture or trade. Prior to these readings, I had no base in the teachings of poetry except for school’s tedious poetry analysis methods, which made me shy away from poetry because of how pretentious I believed it to be. No, poetry is not read only to realize that it uses this form or that, or that it means this or that, and then neglected. The poem needs to sit a bit longer, linger on the mind, to be engaged with in deep thought. That is how one truly tastes the full range of flavors provided by a new poem, while unfortunately, the school’s way of reading only leaves a bland taste. Now, through these readings, I have read about a bajillion forms and rules and meters, and I do not have them all mentally memorized, but I have practiced these teachings through exercises. I have also written down a summary of The Ode Less Travelled within my green notebook of the basics that I need to know about poetry. A foundation has been built, and is being currently supplemented by readings of poetry collections as well to gain a higher understanding and appreciation for the art of poetry. The question remains unanswered: why am I reading these books? The simple answer is for the love of the craft. For the passion that possesses me for this sublime art. This question, although, invites even more questions. What is the end goal? Am I thinking of publication? Why even publish? Is it important to do so? Is it for money? Recognition? All these things have to be considered, and the craft must remain at the forefront of the vision. A plan is surely needed for a long-term vision, or else a goal is not set and not worked towards, but there is one thing that I find myself clearly exhibiting from these questions: I love this craft, and I do want to lift my pencil and write down my stories.
Naturally, next in line is the writing. The honing of the craft in a lifelong manner. Simply having the will to write is not enough, and it will never be. Immense discipline is required, as that may be the deciding factor that separates an artist from Crazy Uncle Abdullah down the street who can sometimes draw a perfect leaf (see “Leaf by Niggle” by J. R. R. Tolkien for an insightful short story on discipline). So, I realize what I have to do. I cannot await inspiration, or “feeling ready” (whatever that means), or when I have free time (we know how that is probably going to work out). I simply have to write. Write, write, write. Just get up and write. Inspiration does not come along unless I call upon my muse, as I was able to do for the poems on this blog. Many of my writings only came to me when I actually started my attempts at writing, and not beforehand. This principle can be applied to anything one wants to work on, of course. Picasso was not globally recognized because he only painted when he felt inspired, but because he practiced every single day. Consistency is key. Now, another idea: to stand out, one has to be different, and thankfully, we’re all born different. To bring that “different” element out, though, is also immensely difficult. To find your voice as an artist is your lifelong calling, as it is the only factor that will separate your work from others. To find your voice, discipline is required, as is consistency. Write, write write. Find your voice and let the world hear it. Listen to it. See how everything is connected? It’s a simple job to connect the dots once everything is laid out. All this, however, requires deep self-reflection for any aspiring artist, and to push this further, for any aspiring individual.
Taking the first step carries with it an element of natural fear. Yes, the unknown can be a terrifying venture. But here’s the thing: to chase after something that one has never chased after before, one has to do something that one has never done before. It’s a simple concept. A simple principle. The first step has never been easy, but that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t take it. The mere fact that it scares us is only more reason to take it. New experiences only await those who are willing to take that first step, and now is the time for me to take mine. It is time to now write for venues outside of this blog, if only for the love of the craft. Write, write, write. With these books read and dusted, the time for me to take that first step has finally cometh.
I thank the fellow authors mentioned above for their literary contributions and for sparking this discussion. I thank you all sincerely for reading.
As part of my writing, here is a short exercise draft that I wrote yesterday, practicing iambic pentameter and trochaic substitutions, as well as playing around with rhymes (all found within The Ode Less Travelled). I tried placing myself in the feet of a sixteenth century European player of the lute. The road ahead is a long one indeed:
The Lute
Thy sweet sprucy caramel allures glamour
Wandering eyes in awe of elegance
Enchanted by thy silky eminence
Patterned by working hands in reverence
Thy tunes and melodies deep into the night
Awaken dreams of melancholy far
Profound than rainy streets and faint cigars
Awaken dreams of beautiful joy and glee
Lilacs and violets and a kiss from thee
Great Lute! Play my heart strings and verse recite!