Showing posts with label Titles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Titles. Show all posts

Monday, November 05, 2007

Owl, Dreams, & Titles


How Owl--

Last night while hanging up prayer flags on an arbor, an owl (I think a barn owl), flew directly over me as I was looking up to tie the knot. I've lived here ten years and have never seen an owl. I've heard one once (on Halloween about 7-8 years ago), but I've never seen one.
I'm one of those weird new agey people who believe that animals wander into your lives at certain times to tell you something. There's a great book about it called ANIMAL SPEAK by Ted Andrews. And maybe it's not so weird in my community because we are graced by so many Native Americans around us who share their knowledge of animal totems and the earth as a teacher.
"Owl medicine" (as a friend put it) is about replacing old with new, with getting rid of what doesn't work and replacing it with what does. It came about at an interesting time for me because I've been thinking about that lately, especially after returning from my trip, I'm working on returning to my writing life once again and getting rid of habits, thoughts, etc. that aren't working.
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Unpoetic Dreams--
Last night I had a dream I was walking through this school and all these gold and purple balloons started to fall, then confetti. I started screaming, "This means the Huskies won the Rose Bowl!" Everyone was dancing and laughing. When I woke up, I was a little disappointed as I realized that the Huskies will not win the Rose Bowl this year because nothing I've ever dreamed has come true.
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Desperately Seeking Title
Missed Connection
You: Elusive but interesting, edgy with your black boots and copy of the dictionary in your manbag.

I saw you boarding the ferry. You were intellectual but not in a way that turns people off. Yes black rimmed glasses. No argyle socks. You spoke perfectly. Said everything I haven't been able to.
Your eyes just caught mine, and I saw your smile before I lost you in a crowd.
I should have stopped and turned around.
Me: Poet seeking title. White mohair sweater, jeans, and suede boots. Blue eyes and not much edginess. I think we could work well together.
If by any chance you read this, please write back. I would love to have coffee or a drink with you. You'd be great on the cover of my book. Think about it. I think we were meant to be together.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Hey, it's 5 a.m., let's retitle our manuscripts!

The Art of Titles--

This is earlier than I normally get up, but I woke up at 4 and after an hour of not being able to fall back asleep, I decided to go downstairs and work on my manuscript. (Did I tell you I'm changing titles again?) So for the last 88 minutes I've been looking at the notes I've written about this manuscript and what I'm trying to do. I have two possibilities for new titles, neither seeming too perfect this early in the morning. From my bed, I had it all figured out, but now from here, in the actual pages of my manuscript, what seemed like a solution ends up just being another question.

So I'm thinking about titles this morning.

Some of my favorite titles are from Tupelo Press--

Miracle Fruit by Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Dancing in Odessa by Ilya Kaminsky

I love
Sleeping with the Dictionary by Harryette Mullen
and Jeannine Hall Gailey's Becoming the Villainess

Other favorite titles of mine?

The Cartographer's Tongue by Susan Rich
Albert Goldbarth's Budget Travel Through Space & Time
Richard Blanco's City of a Hundred Fires

and Nin Andrew's has created her own art form with titles:

The Book of Orgasms
Mid-Life Crisis with Dick & Jane
Sleeping With Houdini

So...somewhere out in the pages of the dictionary are the words to my title, I guess I just need to find them, one word at a time.


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