Writers’ Block

The lack of activity on this site is mirrored in the lack of any real creative activity in any other area of life. This is due to a case of writers block. That is not an excuse, well it is, and it is a pretty piss poor one at that. But the facts are the facts and it is no use shirking it.

The main issue, and it is surprisingly not the neglect of the blog, is that I was asked to do a piece for my mothers wedding in the summer. I am more than happy to do it as it will hopefully please my mother. And as Norman Bates will affirm that it is important to make Mother happy. But I cannot think of a single way to start it or what tone to write it in. One could aim for the Hallmark Card style sentimental bollocks. And there in lies the problem, it is bollocks. Most poems written for weddings or for a specific occasion tend to be rubbish. I am thinking mainly that Sir Andrew Motion disliked most of the poems he wrote as Poet Laureate. The occasion constrains the writing which causes it to be stunted, forced and uninspiring.

I could write about my impressions of love, what it means to love and be loved but then who wants to hear that at a wedding? It has to be short and simple but convey meaning. It has to be emotive but not sentimental. It has to be relevant but somehow, universal. It can be funny but it has to be gentle.

This is what is concerning me. I could do with looking round and finding something appropriate. Or bash out reams and reams of drivel until I stumble across something. Amongst the shite we find the profound.

In other news, was reading http://agatharuncibleforever.wordpress.com/ and she wrote a great article in response to an article. The article was about female personal trimming and it’s relation to pornography. I am not a woman but I found my self agreeing with the author of the blog. To suggest all women trim their pubic hair to emulate porn stars and thus please men is, I think, a step too far. Sarah missed a small point that Porn stars shave their pubic hair so that the gynecological aspect of the film are undisturbed. Or less nicely so that the penerative view is undisturbed. Also, there is a niche market of the porn industry that demands the women are unshaven. Not my bag, but someones. Somewhere.

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I am a long haired, infrequent blogger and Literature enthusiast. I also watch an unhealthy amount of Football (Soccer) and am the rarest of things as I support my local team. "I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know the best" Frida Kahlo
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4 Responses to Writers’ Block

  1. jjhiii24 says:

    Here is a poem I recently wrote by request for my nephew and his bride:

    The Divine Light of Love by John J. Hyland, III

    As the sun slowly exhales, and sinks
    Behind its sleepy, late day horizon,
    Two hearts, two souls, two destinies-
    Keep their appointment with the season of joining,
    And merge with the tentative light
    Seeping out over the lip of the evening sky,
    Bathing each of the two, who were once asunder,
    With the hopes and fears, joys and tears,
    Storms and serenity, of a oneness yet to be.

    Whispers of thoughts in contemplation of doubt—evaporate;
    As harmony of the heart takes them in its tender grasp.
    Each moment in time, each pulse of affection,
    Each crystal of love’s ancient, eternal memory
    Now floats past their mind’s eyes
    Like specs of dust dancing in sunbeams,
    Lingering just long enough to invite their gaze,
    Before trailing off into obscurity, invisible,
    Never again to be repeated in exactly the same way.

    Divine light, we believe, is the source of such thoughts;
    Their living, breathing, part or parcel of God;
    Illuminating their hearts desires, and revealing their lives,
    As branches on the tree of life.

    There is no wisdom path they can see;
    No obvious highway begins at the tree.
    The path leading forward, now hidden, is dark,
    But the light that will guide them has detected their spark.

    The heavenly hosts, how they sing, how they sigh;
    The angels have taken again to the sky.
    Their probing and beautiful showers divine
    Send streams of ambiguous, bittersweet wine.

    There are many among us today who shed tears,
    For we know and have traveled love’s pathways for years.
    While we knew on our journey bitter droplets of pain,
    Today tears of joy wet our faces like rain.

    So now as these lovers seek the solace of love,
    They ask every blessing and hope from above;
    Their souls, steeped in hunger; their roots have been shaken-
    God sent them each other, their hearts to awaken.

    There’s nothing to do-let the story unfold.
    For Natalia and Stephen, this day is pure gold.
    All we can do is embrace them and pray,
    That the divine light of love will be with them each day.

    © September 2010 by JJHIII

    This was the first time I ever combined two poetic forms into one, and although no specific form is suggested, I like the way it feels, switching between the two about midway through.

    In my view, if the poem expresses something genuine and resonates with the poet and his audience, that is sufficient. I’m not sure that I agree completely with your parameters: “It has to be short and simple but convey meaning. It has to be emotive but not sentimental. It has to be relevant but somehow, universal. It can be funny but it has to be gentle.” While each of these traits are desirable, it seems to me more important that the work enhances the experience in some way.

    Just thinking out loud. JJH

  2. Niamh says:

    Hmm, tis tough to decide what direction to go, in terms of the wedding poem, not the ahem, hirsute dilemma.
    I’d stay simple, personal, as you say funny if possible, honest, and short.
    Easy really.
    Same rules could be applied to the question of the hair too. Actually that sentence above
    covers every possible problem you could ever face in life.

  3. Hi John,
    Thanks for the post, and the poem. That is a good example of the kind of thing I am looking for. The change in the rhyme scheme does disrupt the flow of the poem but I think it is used to quite good effect it here. And, the main thing is that the intended audience liked it. Thanks again.

    Simple is hardest to do. But as ye say, it is best in almost all situations. I will most likely bombard you with questions such as: “did you have a poem at your wedding?” and “if so, which one was it?”.How is everything with you?

  4. Niamh says:

    no poems read at my wedding, I read a piece from my diary written shortly after I’d met himself tho, covered personal, honest, short, and funny (maybe not funny “ha ha” tho). Things are good with me, well embedded here in Cork and expanding at an alarming rate, new job is working out well so far.

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