Free Hand #42

Heat’s driving me up a wall, can’t wait for autumn.

Here’s something silly.

 


Fur and whiskers, a deep purrrrr. The body is soft

and lumpy on the chair. Why do you bellow so loudly at night?

My do you look up and away whenever I talk to you.

The attitude of a cat…


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

Free Hand #40

Melting under the sun. Blood hot, red hot that burns and boils.

How the skin peels back like a snakes after drying for so long.

Keep the mouth shut or it will fill with sand. Keep your

shadow covered or the darkness will blaze. The body runs

along the skyline, the mountains press upon us.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope that you will return in the future!

-Alina

Thoughts on Collecting Words and Memorizing Poems

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Alina Happy Hansen’s Word Notebook 2017

 

Thoughts on Collecting Words and Memorizing Poems

by

Alina Happy Hansen

 

Words are the blood and bone for all poets. It is crucial for poets to understand that one’s poetry can only evolve and mature by a constant habit of studying words, styles, forms and the memorization of poetry. I admit, I need to work on these habits myself but I do try to keep up with one particular exercise and that is collecting and studying words.

I have a small notebook (pictured above) that I keep close to my desk or latest pile of books at all times. Inside are pages of words that I want to learn, memorize, and use in my poetry. Usually I start a new entry by writing down the date then writing down the words I want to add. Occasionally I will write a specific definition that makes it easier for me to learn the word. I have not memorized or utilized all the words in my ‘Word Notebook’ yet since there are too many but this habit keeps me on the look out for new words, strange or unknown, that fascinate me.

An expansive knowledge of words and their meanings benefits a poet in their writing since every single words counts. Poems are created through a concise and condensed build up of words. Each word is crucial in the construction of a poem because it only takes a few words to create a memorable outstanding poem, or a few words to ruin an entire piece (but honestly you can have 2/3rd s of an amazing poem and then a 3rd of so-so and still love the poem to death).

The habit of memorizing poems (often great classics) benefits the poet by teaching them the importance of rhythm and punctuation. After a poet learns to read poetry, much like reading music, it is then a whole new challenge for a poet (or anybody!) to perform a poem. I say ‘perform’ because poetry is not like other forms of writing. Poetry originates in ballads and songs sung in the ancient past usually about heroes, conquests, wars, and love. Poetry is an art form created with words and like art it must be presented in an appropriate manner to audiences.

The form of poetry depends entirely on the placement of words and punctuation (or lack thereof) knowing how to read a poem is a step away from knowing how to read aloud a poem (to perform the piece). Acknowledgement of these aspects of learning and studying poetry helps the poet grow as a reader and writer. It is the same concept that a musician has to music. Study it, learn it, perform it THEN creating it yourself suddenly becomes an exciting venture.


 

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-Alina

Free Hand #38 (Cave of Expressions)

Cave of Expressions

 

The words pull me under,

tide sweeps overhead. Trying

to dive into nowhere into

nothing and burning, my

mind, my head. My only

sickness that plagues

me is a cave of

expressions

that molds

in the

darkness

of my

intellect.


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina

Free Hand #38 (Buried)

Buried

 

The body rolls under

the poison, a hell, a heart

that devours and an endless

mind. Inhale the toxin,

thoughts plague

the distorted imagery

of reality. How does

the ocean sound

to a dead man

buried on the beach?


 

If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing!

I hope you will return in the future!

-Alina