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Thursday, May 23, 2013

L.I.T.E.R.A.L. #6: Whose Career Do You Wish You Had?

L.I.T.E.R.A.L. is an occasional blog meme/writing prompt for authors hosted at Indie Books. Indie Books created it to serve as a support group for participants of the Author at Once workshops, but they welcome all writers (from anywhere in the world) who’d like to respond to their writing prompts!

Here's the question from BronzeAge.ph: When we visualize our success as writers, we usually have "career pegs." Whose career do you wish you had?

My answer: 

Three Js

My first reaction was: J.K. Rowling.

J.K. Rowling reads from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone at the Easter Egg Roll at White House.
Photo by Daniel Ogren. 
Why? Because she's rolling in money due to a fascinating story that she genuinely loves. But then I'll have to recant my choice. Precisely because of her fame and success...I don't want to choose her career as my only peg. I need to remind myself that fame and success are nice byproducts but not at all the motivation for my writing. And I bet...neither was it J.K. Rowling's motivation either. Like many other writers...she probably just wanted to be read. And not just by her kids or her family or her neighbors. She wanted Harry Potter to reach every child. I guess...maybe that side of her career can be my peg.

The next writer that came to mind was Jane Hirshfield.

In "Come, Thief," Jane Hirshfield reflects on the landmarks of a life, including the fact that she found true love at age 49. Photo by VOA - A. Philipps.
Why? Because she's a deeply meditative poet. That's what I want my writing to be: a reflection, a mindfulness of my life, of the lives around me, of creation. She not only has a deep passion for writing but also for biology and physics. While her work has roots in Zen and Buddhism, she doesn't want to be stuck in a label. She has been quoted to say: “I always feel a slight dismay if I’m called a “Zen” poet. I am not. I am a human poet, that’s all.” I truly admire her work and I want that kind of life: a life of writing poetry, studying poetry and writing about poetry. That's not what my life is like right now...but it's a career that I could imagine for myself. From Hirshfield, I take the discipline of mindfulness and craft.

But in the end, I'll have to refer to another writer that I've never read: Julianna Baggott...only because she writes so poignantly about being a writer, a mother, and a professional. She says: "Put your elbows out, protect your time. "

This is Julianna Baggott, pen names: Bridget Asher and N.E. Bode. Picture from www.english.fsu.edu. 
She talks about the brass tacks that come with writing: discussions with a partner, grappling with limited resources, going at it with "efficient creativity" (i.e. writing while nursing while vacuuming). Just because she captures so much of the difficulties that come with writing and bringing up children and working...I think I'll go buy her book, Pure. She admits to raising two children under poverty level at some point in her life. This girl has got guts! From Baggott, I'll take the strength, the perseverance, and the cross between optimism and realism that got her to where she is.

Career....calling...I don't know what the right word is. I look at the lives of each of these women (whose names all coincidentally start with J) and I can see some facet of their writerly lives that inspires me.

Once again...thanks for the question Indie Books and BronzeAge.ph. These are great reflections for me and a good way to inspire myself and others to keep writing.

And a big Thank You to Indie Books for featuring my poetry book in their e-newsletter today! :-)

L.I.T.E.R.A.L.



Sunday, April 07, 2013

NaPoWriMo#7: Breasts

Breasts
By Justine C. Tajonera

They titillate and arouse,
they sell cars, beer, and tuna.

They give life, they give children
a valley of comfort and soothe their cries.

I imagine kings, popes, presidents and prime
ministers once helpless children in their
mothers' arms, cradled at midnight,
rocked in warm embraces.

They are covered up obsessively
or strategically displayed.

They are painful, bloated, turgid
until they are suckled by a hungry child.

I remember my son with a high fever,
his tiny body wracked with vomiting,
still seeking my breasts even with eyes
closed, even in pain.

There is a language for breasts that
make them fruits or puppies or things.

There is a language for breasts that only
children speak and it is sacred.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Chagall Peering Over My Desk


by Justine C. Tajonera

I bought the art magnet
at a Guggeinheim exhibit
in Las Vegas.

I only bought it
because Chagall
was one of my mother's
favorite
artists.

But it has come
to mean
so many things:

transition through work,
three weeks in
Europe,
impossible dreams.

The Eiffel tower,
the Cubist forms,
the Janus-faced man,
the inimitable orange
tabby
watch over
my desk,
reminding me
of a different
world.

Just today
I looked back
at the window:
so many interpretations,
only one
life.

Where am I
in this little imitation
of the painting:

I thought I was
the observant
feline:

watching from
a window,
in the middle of
worlds,
unaware of being
the center
of focus.

But I am outside
the canvas
where everything is
considered,
and where anything
can be
done.

(Dec. 10, 2009)

Marc Chagall (1887-1985), a Russian-French painter, pioneer of modernism and one of the greatest figurative artists of the twentieth century. 

Image from http://keithperkins.net/2008/07/25/paris-through-the-window

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Res Gestae

by Justine C. Tajonera

This thing has been done.
This thing cannot
be taken
away.

There are no words
to describe
the sound of her
voice
as she saw
her grave
already
prepared.

Evidence is hardly
the appropriate
word
for her
horror or her
fear.

There is hardly any
place to stand
as things public
cross into
the hearth.

Women and scribes,
who will
protect you
now?


These things
have been
done.

Children,
listen to your mother.
There is no hope
in retribution.


They must not
be done
again.

(Nov. 26, 2009)
For Genalyn Mangudadatu, the massacred civilians, lawyers and journalists of Maguindanao and the children who were left behind


'Res gestae' - Collins English Dictionary definition
1. things done or accomplished; achievements
2. (Law) Law incidental facts and circumstances that are admissible in evidence because they introduce or explain the matter in issue

Image from http://www.chippewa.com/articles/2009/11/25/ap/headlines/as_philippines_hostages_killed.txt


AP Photo/Aaron Favila

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