Still kicking

I have been silent as far as this blog is concerned as I have been writing longer poems for what will eventually be a volume of verse – free, tanka, acrostic and reworkings of other great poems.

One source of my ‘inspiration’ has also been the cause of my silence as I daily strive to remain clear-minded, positive and focussed in the face of a sociopath under whose roof I am living through force of circumstance, and there have been times where one is occupied in mentally counteracting the foul invective of the person in question, rather than having a peaceful environment in which to write, to think, reflect.

Unknowingly, said detractor is providing me with a great deal of material, and will doubtless provide a back story to a future novel.

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Reflections 2: extract

It is polling day in the USA. This haiku is from my verse ‘Red I‘, from the section Atlantic, in Vol 2 of my Reflections series, available at Amazon Books and on Kindle. [Type Poetry/Genre/Haiku/RC Clermont]

 

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Socialised healthcare?

        No – God and guns. In droves they

        vote against what is right.

© RC Clermont 2013

 

Autumn Poem #3- an extract

I am in the process of writing a fifth volume of poetry for self-publication via Amazon Create Space (following my four books of haikuReflections)

In book five, I shall be writing multi-stanza verses, experimenting with sonnets, villanelles, quatrains, quintets, sextets, octets and other forms,as well as acrostic chance and reworkings of works by other poets.

I attach an extract from Stanza 2 of Autumn #3 (Autumn 1 and 2, both single verse poems, have already been published on this blog).

  That Indian summer, the golden

  Time before the quarter’s end, when

  The clocks retreat and stock taken

  Before winter’s introspection.

© RC Clermont 2016

Thanks to my readers and followers.

Notes on Posted Notes: Solitude #2 and #3

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Notes on Posted Notes:  Solitude #2 and #3

Solitude # 2:

Here, the rhyme scheme is aaaa if one scans the assonance of vowel sounds of the end words of the four lines:  cognition/contemplation/freedom/poison. The full end rhymes would be: cognition/contemplation (L1/L2), so that freedom/poison (L3/L4) are pararhymes. There is an internal rhyme matching the L1/L2 end rhymes: seclusion. The other internal rhyme is: animus/garrulous.

For consonance there are the ‘s’ sounds one’s/animus/one’s (L1) and the full line 4: ‘Garrulous cretins spouting poison, with variations of the phonetic  z  (one’s/cretins/poison) and s pronunciations (garrulous/spouting).

There is also repetition and consonance in the use of ‘for’, as in L1 ‘for one’s/for one’s, as well as internal rhyme consonance by beginning L 1,2 and 4 with a word commencing with ‘f’ as well as the last word in L3: for/for/freedom/from.

The imagery is that of a monastery, where the writer (though it doesn’t have to be), the philosopher or the person who prefers solitude rather than crowds can seclude oneself in a Trappist-like existence, without the need to speak or talk to anyone, or, to be spoken to (perhaps in a one-way flow or verbal diarrhoea), or at, incessantly. Spouting is the second image, of the interlocutor who will simply not shut up, talking like a tap that will not shut up, and in this verse, that person is also a vitriolic type, one, perhaps which exists in most shared households. The need for solitude, in monastic seclusion, is therefore paramount.

The syllable pattern is 10/10/10/10, but I did not deliberately set out to create an iambic or trochaic beat pattern, and stresses are where they naturally occur in British English. Once I created the first line, I found 10 syllables fitted naturally how I wanted to say the opening line.   There is a caesura exactly halfway into L1 after syllable 5, by way of a comma, to separate the two half- phrases ‘for one’s animus/for one’s cognition, and other caesurae occur in L2, 3, and part of syllable 5 in L4 (see below) where there are elisions between syllables 5 and 6 when those elisions cause the mouth to change shape at that point; I would suggest that is a sort of caesura. That would be my own observation and perhaps those with Linguistics qualifications might concur. Ergo:

L2 philosophi  calcontemplation  (philosophical contemplation)

L3 seclu sionis (seclusion is)

L4 garrulou scretins (garrulous cretins– here, at the end of ‘garrulous’, when spoken naturally, the ‘s’ adheres to the cre– ; one doesn’t hold one’s breath between ‘garrulous and cretins)

Solitude #3:

The rhyme scheme here is aaaa, as in #2. Here, the end rhymes are: reflection/seclusion/alien/infotainment. The last rhyme is a pararhyme, and if one mentally or deliberately mutes the ‘t’ in infotainment, one can create the consonance with the other three. There is an internal rhyme of ‘separation’ which matches the end rhymes.

The syllable pattern is 9/9/10/10. I tried to create a pattern of matching syllabic words in each line.

L1: 2 x 3 syllables: universe/reflection

L2: 2 x 2 syllables : private/ temple

L3 : 2 x 3 syllables : separation/the alien

L4 :  2 x 3 syllables: universe/infotainment

As in #2 I wished to create the imagery a place of mental retreat if one could not physically retreat to a place in the mountains, this time a temple, and again explored the idea of trappism, by saying this place is silent. One is in one’s own universe, and like the cosmos we see at night, it is silent. In one’s universe, one is in one’s own world, one’s own dimension, above the world. Here, as the writer, as the thinker, as the philosopher, one can create one’s own universe in one’s imagination, with one’s pen.

The ‘alien universe’ is that invasion by the incessant noise of the TV, or tablets, of non-stop 24-hour news, of tacky talent shows, celeb chit-chat, and quiz shows beloved of the non-thinkers in one’s own household. If one hasn’t got a place in the hills, a den, an attic, a shed, outbuilding, or a gazebo, then one finds one’s own space, or room and closes the door. The sounds from the other dimension, alien to the writer, thinker, philosopher, is anathema. The world of ‘unthink’, of that blaring TV and what it broadcasts, is alien, invasive.

 

© RC Clermont 2016