Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Santa's Off Season (POEM)


I post this poem I wrote every Christmas Season because it makes me laugh. I wrote it and yes I still laugh at it. I wrote it for a contest years ago.

:) I hope you laugh too.

Tirzah
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Santa’s Off Season

No, I ain’t gonna sit in your lap.
Don’t want no presents, no gifts,
don’t need no old man to give my skirt a lift.
You got a belly like jelly,
and crumbs in your beard.
And what's that smell? Wet reindeer?

And it’s none of your business
if I’ve been naughty or nice...
Sober up, fool, and go home to you wife.
Your cheeks are all rosy, your eyes have a shine,
I know that look...too much wine.
And breaking into houses,
that, moron, is a crime.

I just came over to say...
that you, old man, you're in my way,
so move that god-forsaken sleigh.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Iconic Publishing ---Published!

















Hey Bunnies,

SAID AND UNSAID--the poetry collection I'm in from TNBW will be published by a real print pubilsher. YEAH!

As you know (probably), I have a self-published poetry book called Love and Lighter Fluid: poems of a Wild Tirzah. What you might not know is that besides my published magazine poems and that book, I also have ten poems in an anthology.

The Anthology is called SAID AND UNSAID.

Originally members from my writer's group (The Next Big Writer)did a self-published book. Luckily or happly...okay hapuckily---Iconic Publishing has picked up our Anthology to traditionally publish under their new poetry imprint.

I'm happy!

Can you tell?

I don't have the date yet---don't worry you'll hear all about it.

Plus I'll also talk about my fellow poets from the anthology as the book gets closer to publication. Maybe I'll interview them on here.

New poets are hard to find. At least ones that don't make your eyes bleed.

These guys are not eye bleeders.

As for those looking to publish, you should check out this up and coming publisher. Iconic is wonderful to work with and is going to be publishing some books that you'll drool over in the next year.

Yours,

Tirz

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Like tHIS?










LIttle changes like moving the title can alter the mood of the cover as well. Putting Poetry on the finger defines the book. THis book is poems.

Where the cover where Said is on the finger is more open to intepretation.

Poetry books are hard sells to begin with, ambiguity is not your friend.

This cover says poetry, secrets and angst.

Just the mood that's wanted.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Guest host on Online Internet Poetry Show














Hey Bunnies,

Yes, the guests will be older than the kids in the picture. Three of which are related to me.

Most of you know I listen to a live internet poetry show each week on BlogTalkRadio.
I've been invited to be a guest co-host for the night. Before you get all impressed, he asks a different poet each week but I'm happy anyway.

It pays no money, give me no fame, but I do get to comment on all the open mike poetry readings. You don't have to sign up to listen. You can listen by just having a computer with sound. Don't have a computer with sound? You can also call or Skype in. Skype is free.

POETRY SHOW LINK

I find spoken word poetry to be different from poetry written for the page. I'm learning to listen more to how my words sound as opposed to how they appear in my head or on the page.

If you want to read one of your poems, just call or Skype in. You'll be put on a call list and when it's your turn, you'll get to read and talk about your poem.

Great exposure.

Usually about 30 to 40 participating listeners to the show. And there are several call ins that are never listed.

Show starts at 8pm EST. It ends after 10:30pm sometime.

Tirz

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Podcasting


I did my very first podcast today for my poetry book. I know, I know I made you listen to my blurb about Windows Media Player but this is different.

(Well, actually, it's not all that different but I'm interested in it so there you go).

I've never done a podcast before. I've always thought it was one of those things that only radio personalities and technical people did. I was so wrong.

A friend of mine turned me onto the My Podcast website. I downloaded their recorder, bought a cheap microphone, and I was in business.

Check out the website at:
www.mypodcast.com

Cost: FREE

I'm horrible with new technology so I was surprised that within the hour I had recorded my first poem and had it loaded.

And I didn't even swear. Miracles never cease.

I recorded Mister, I Aint' Afraid fairly easily except for the dog constantly barking in the background. But how do you tell a deaf dog to shut up? I dunno.

I will probably re-record this poem again because it's a bit pitchy at the end but overall, I thought this first attempt was a success.

Mister (POEM)



What I liked about My Podcas
t:
*Easy to record.
*Ease of uploading.
*Quick to do.

What I didn't like:

*I couldn't adjust the recording when I got pitchy.

*Directions for subtle changes were a little vague. By this, I mean that on the recorder, I would drag the button back to re-record but what it didn't tell me was that I'd have to hit the rewind button to get the last 20 seconds. Several other small things like that ran me in circles for a bit. However, I quickly figured out the problem on my own and a solution.

*The files are ONLY offered in MP3 files.

Overall Score: 3.5 out of 5
If they add some sound editing this would easily be a 4.5 or a 5.

Technical Skill needed: 1.5
0 being no skill at all
5 being a technical genius

Time Needed
: 1
0 being done under a ten minutes.
5 being five days later I'm still trying to figure it out.

I'm still on the lookout for a program that is as easy to use as this one but has better audio tools.

I'd also like one with better descriptions of what I'm doing before I do it.

Overall, this was a fairly easy way to podcast. If you want to try your hand at it, start here.

Or don't.

I'm easy. I won't make you do it.

Honest.

Tirz

Monday, January 18, 2010

Poetry Book


I'm trying to organize a book of my poems and I'm driving myself crazy. Why is it when you go to put something in print, you start to second guess yourself?

Is that line really strong enough?

Is that poem good enough to be printed?

Am I wasting my time putting together a self-published book of poems?

IS the title right?

Is the artwork good enough? (Post picture is my cover art)

Because once you self-publish poems in a book, you can't send them in to magazines any longer. They are dead poems.

And I know that poetry books don't sell. The chances of me getting anyone who hasn't already met me to buy a copy, is almost nil.

So I'm spending all this time and effort to create a book that no one will read.

It's not that I won't promote it, I will. I'll promote the hell out of it. I'll put it on my blog, twitter, Facebook. I'll post it on all my writer's sites.

But do I think I'll sell even fifty copies?

No.

So why do it?
Why put myself through all this?

Because it's my legacy to the world. I don't have children. I don't plan on having any. I'm not brilliant or gifted. I'm not famous. A book of poems may be all that exists after I die.

And I want that immortality.

I want my book to survive fires, trash days, junk drawers, and so that 100 years after I'm gone, someone will still hear my words.

Maybe my words will say what their words cannot.

That's not too much to ask? Right?

I hope not.

Tirz

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Dizzy Dots: Poem

I wake with rocks in my chest
Mossy, damp ones that sit heavy
And jam rough corners into my ribs
But this, this doesn’t hurt so much,
Not like my lungs hurt
when they are too full for air.

And this wheeze is a normal thing—
--for me.
In its labored mist I see,
The suffocating yellow spots,
Those dizzy dots,
Thick as starving fleas
Already making a meal of me.

How my fingers tingle
As my chest fills with sand,
Lungs bound in tight rubber bands.
Sometimes, I drink coffee—
Hot and black,
Just to try and get my breathing back.

But one day, I might truly dare
To refuse the doctors their tainted air
Then I’ll take a restful sleep
In the airless place in-between
Where that distant ebony sea
Comforts the cold gold stars
who call to me.

In that airless place beyond the sea.

Who Is Dorothy Parker? Women Writers


Dorothy Parker was a poet, an activist and a bitch. She wasn’t an easy woman to get along with and she didn’t care that she was difficult. Born in 1893 in New Jersey, she lost her mother at an early age and she detested her Roman Catholic stepmother. Her stepmother passed on three years later. Her father became incapacitated and Dorothy cared for him until his death when she was twenty.

She married briefly in 1917 to a alcoholic drug-addicted stockbroker. She divorced him in 1919. Setting her pattern of loving men who were incapable of loving her. In all other parts of her life she was a woman of unflinching confidence but when it came to men, she just couldn’t get it right. She had several well-known affairs, an abortion and several suicide attempts. Even when she married her second husband (both times), Arthur Campbell, she still had affairs. She drank too much and the alcohol use aggravated her depressive episodes.

For all her flaws, she was a witty, brilliant woman. She wrote for Vanity Fair from 1916 to 1920. Her play on words made the public squeal and beg for more. Her mouth got her fired in 1920, when she insulted some very important people. Dorothy embroiled herself into the Jazz Age and began turning out poetry and short stories in earnest.

Her first volume of poetry, Enough Rope published in 1926. Several other books followed including Death and Taxes and Sunset Guns. Her commentaries on society, her dark humor and her intelligence won her critical and public attention. By the end of the 1920’s, she started getting more involved in social causes. She involved herself in protests and even got herself arrested for her beliefs.

After the stock market crash of 1929 and the demise of the Jazz Age, Parker became increasingly disturbed by the growth of fascism in Europe. Although, she never joined the Communist Party, she declared herself a communist in the 1930’s. This statement would cause her to be blackballed in Hollywood during the McCarthy Era and the red scare of the 1950’s.

During World War II, she tried repeatedly to be allowed to be a war correspondent but she couldn’t get permission from the government. Her work also became more political. She involved herself in civil right issues and became increasingly vocal about her views.

As her life evolved so did her work. Her poetry is rather ordinary in rhyme and form. Its her voice that captures the audience. Her conversational tone and rebellious views on both society and love hit a respondent in the audience. Yet, many miss the underlying rage of her poems. The dark laughter of her pieces conceal the anger against her expected role in society, in the uselessness of it all, and of the lack of meaning in her life.

This rage against societal expectations is another reason her work is different from the other feminist writings of the 1920’s. Where Hemingway and Fitzgerald’s women refuse to be boxed by society, Parker’s women are trapped by those expectations. This is perhaps why her work has fallen into disfavor since the 1950’s. Her women can’t seem to save themselves. They can’t seem to use the rage they feel to make any real changes in their world

Yet, during the 20’s and 30’s, Dorothy won numerous awards and was published constantly. Her story, “The Big Blonde” won the O award. She worked on the revised script for “A Star is Born” as well as many other films. It is a pity that for many years, her was forgotten. It has only been recently that critics have once again began exploring her body of work.

After the death of her second husband by accidental overdose in 1963, she spent the last four years of her life deserted by everyone she knew. Alone, she died of a heart attack and was discovered by a maid at her hotel. She left the bulk of her estate to Martin Luther King Jr. She believed strongly in civil rights and hoped that what little she had would aid that effort.

My favorite poem of Dorothy Parker’s is Resume. The sound of the poem is upbeat, in contrast to the subject matter which is suicide. All the ending words are about the effect of suicide attempts except two words: live and give. The noose gives and you live and if suicide is so difficult and painful, is the pain of life any worse? Perhaps, its just easier to live than to bother to kill yourself. What intriguing about this poem is that she manages to make the poem truthful, funny and discussion of life’s meaninglessness in less than two sentences.

Example:

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

CRITICAL BIOGRAPHY:
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/parker/bio.htm

DISCUSSION OF RESUME:
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/parker/resume.htm

OTHER LINKS:
http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/parker/parker.htm

AUDIO CLIPS:
http://www.dorothyparker.com/dotaudio.htm

DOROTHY PARKER QUOTATIONS:
http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Dorothy_Parker

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dorothy_Parker
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