Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Female Representation

When I was at the Maryland Live Casino at Arundel Mills, I couldn't help but be taken aback by their unique women's restroom sign (figure 1). This female figure appears more mature than the traditional figure we are used to seeing (figure 2). Figure 1 is slender, wearing what appears to be a business dress, and has hair.  Figure 2 looks like a little girl given the exaggerated dress shape and rounded head and limbs. It has me wondering what defines us as women? In previous eras, all women wore dresses--this is no longer a fact and most likely women who wear dresses or skirts every day are a minority. I was watching the fourth episode of Downtown Abbey the other day, and it ends with the youngest daughter donning pants much to the surprise of her family--it made me chuckle to think that women were not allowed to wear pants (don't get me started on side-saddle). Another symbol of women used to be their long hair (their crowning jewel, as my mom would say), but that is definitely not the case now. How do we define ourselves as women--through our womanly curves, our breasts? Many females have mastectomies, but that doesn't mean they are no longer women. So if not through our body shape, then what about our ability to give birth? (I don't expect anyone will rush to put that image on a restroom.) Oh, but wait, not all women are fertile.

So where does this leave us? How do we scale ourselves down to one image to represent an entire population? Alas, I argue that we are too complex to capture in a few line strokes and fill color.

PS: If you see Adam, tell him he can have his rib back.

Figure 1
Figure 2

Friday, December 7, 2012

Show & Tell: More Inspiration

In addition to the arts, I am inspired by people. There are several ways that people inspire me: through their actions, through their talents, and through the way they live their lives. Here is a list of people who inspire me:

  • Ryna May: My partner. She is the most intelligent person I know; she inspires me to be the best possible version of myself.
  • Sandra White: My mother. She sacrificed her life to take care of my youngest sister who was born with severe cerebral palsy, in addition to taking care of my me and my other three sisters and my dad, who had diabetes.
  • Tara Hart: My friend and the subject of my article. Tara is my zen inspiration. She is very spiritual and reminds me to keep light in my life. She is also hands down the best card writer I've ever met.
  • Samantha Walton: My younger sister. She is my best friend and the best mom I've ever met. She is a genuine soul who always puts other people before herself. I've never met anyone as selfless as she.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Dodge Poetry Festival

Have I mentioned how much I love the Geraldine Dodge Poetry Festival? In case you don't recall from another post, the Geraldine Dodge Poetry Festival is a biennial festival celebrates accomplished and emerging poets from all over the world and is recognized as the largest poetry event in North America. Some of the festival's major poets have included Derek Walcott, Billy Collins, Lucille Clifton, Sharon Olds, Robert Hass, and Charles Simic. I have only been to the festival twice and would have gone this year for a third time had I not been in Words & Images with all you lovely designers (sigh).

My partner Ryna May recently wrote a blog post for HoCoPoLitSo about the Festival--check it out:

The Dodge Poetry Festival Leaves One Asking, “More Bread, Please!”


Here are a few pictures from my first festival, the last one held in Waterloo NJ (pictured are Sharon Olds, Lucille Clifton, and Mark Doty):



Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Poetry and Typography Fall in Love

There is something magical when two arts collide--they might be shy at first, sneaking glances at each other, not sure if they belong together. Then one art inches closer and closer until she is touches the other art and---sparks! The most common art pairings are music and dance, but other pairings are hitting the scene. One in particular I've seen a lot of lately is poetry and painting. In Columbia, the Artist's Gallery hosts a Poets and Painters exhibit where they invite poets to submit a complimentary poem and then show them together. This exhibit is young but widely popular and will celebrate its third year in March. I hope you'll check it out!

Another pairing is poetry and typography. Taylor Mali is a nationally acclaimed spoken word poet and the host of Page Meets Stage, a poetry showcase which pairs slam poets with traditional poets.  Mali taught junior high students for many years, and his experiences as a teacher inform many of his poems, such as "What Teachers Make" and "Like Lily, Like Wilson." Ronnie Bruce, a film student at Temple University, put type to Mali's voice. Powerful stuff.



Typography from Ronnie Bruce on Vimeo.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Show & Tell: Inspiration

There are two things that inspire me most: art and other artists. And when I say art, I mean all the various art forms: paint, design, dance, music, theatre, etc. I draw inspiration from seeing other's creativity and talents put to use, and I'd like to think that each time I view art it secretly implants some coding that I can put to use at later times--for example, if I see an exciting painting, I am hoping my brain will at least subconsciously store why it is so delightful--is it the composition, the subject matter, the colors, the shadows? Whatever the greatness is, I hope it is stored in my brain to be decoded as I practice and grow in my arts--graphic design/poetry writing.
Here are just a few examples of what inspires me:


Graphic Art

Unknown designer (perhaps a UB student or staff member); I am constantly inspired by the UB posters I see:


 

Art

My first and only (thus far) trip to MoMa (The Museum of Modern Art in NY). I adore Cezanne (apparently I was trying to blend with that shirt choice)! 



Dance

Ballet is my favorite dance form. This is my 13-year-old niece:



Music

I don't have pictures for music, but while I love all music genres, classical moves me most and my favorite instrument is the cello (Yo Yo Ma, anyone?).

Poetry

From one of my other blogs, you already know I like Billy Collins and Lucille Clifton. I also love Pablo Neruda.

Bird

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

~Pablo Neruda







Monday, November 26, 2012

Project 7 Article Take II

I changed some things and have written more. I am still not finished...


Tara Hart: her call to poetry

Tara Hart makes her living through words—not by selling them, but by teaching them—so it is not surprising that she turned to words to help her cope with a traumatic life event. After earning her Ph.D. in English Language and Literature from the University of Maryland, College Park, Hart began her teaching career as an associate professor at Howard Community College in 1997. She spent years teaching freshman how to formulate and research essays in college composition and imparting her love for the classics to students of English and British literature. While Hart taught an occasional creative writing class, her primary focus was on teaching composition and literature. She worked her way up the ranks to full professor and in 2001 Hart was appointed chair of the English/World Languages Division at Howard Community College. Once chair, her teaching duties lessened and eventually halted so she could focus on the numerous administrative duties that the position entailed.

Hart is very much connected to the literary world. In 2004, she facilitated a formal partnership between the college and the Howard County Poetry and Literature Society (HoCoPoLitSo). HoCoPoLitSo, whose mission is to enlarge the audience for the appreciation of contemporary literature, brings nationally and internationally renowned poets and writers to our community. She co-chairs the HoCoPoLitSo Board of Directors and is also on the Friends of the Howard County Library System Board.

While Hart is an avid supporter and appreciator of poetry, at this time in her life, “poet” was not a role that came to mind. Though she began writing poetry at age eight (a poem of hers was published in grade school) and wrote on and off through the years, she did not fervently pursue the art. And while elated to have a poem, “The Platform of Absolute Rest”, published in the Baltimore City Paper in 2001, Hart primarily kept her writing to herself and had no strong desire to send her poems out. In 2004, however, this would change.

Hart and her husband Stephen Horvath, also an administrator at Howard Community College, were expecting their first child in 2004. Hart went into labor four months early and delivered Tessa Hart Horvath on October 12 who weighed just over one pound. In addition to being severely premature, Tessa was born with a rare blood disease—she died just five days later. No one can ever prepare for the death of a loved one, especially a child. Hart and her husband were drowning in sorrow and it was at this time poetry became as vital to Hart as breathing.

I sat down with Hart in April 2011 to talk about her poetry. She told me that the loss of her first daughter filled her with a “compelling need to read more poetry and to write to try to capture for [herself] or articulate what [she] was going through.” For Hart, poetry is not so much a profession as it is a calling, and a poet is something that you become. She thinks we are all poets, but in varying degrees of practice and acknowledgment. In 2004, poetry called to her in a way it had not before; it became her sustenance, something she needed, and a necessary part of her day and life.

The loss of Hart’s daughter filled her not only with sorrow, but also with anger. She was angry at circumstance, angry at God, angry at the church’s lack of solace in her time of need and grief. In 200?, Hart penned “Patronized,” the pinnacle poem that pushed her to reexamine the role of poetry in her life. “Patronized” is about the inadequacy of Catholic St. Gerard, the patron saint of expectant mothers, to ease Hart’s pain at the loss of her daughter. In the summer of 2010, Hart submitted “Patronized” for consideration in the Little Patuxent Review, Columbia, Maryland’s literary journal. “Patronized” was published and subsequently nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

The Pushcart Prize, awarded by Pushcart Press, honors writers of short stories, poetry, and essays who have been published in small presses. Hundreds of presses and thousands of writers of short stories, poetry and essays have been represented in the pages of their annual collections. Writers who were first noticed here include: Raymond Carver, Tim O’Brien, Jayne Anne Phillips, Charles Baxter, Andre Dubus, Susan Minot, Mona Simpson, John Irving, Rick Moody, and many more.       
   
Susan Thornton Hobby, consulting editor at the LPR who nominated Tara’s poem, has this to say about “Patronized”: “Its protagonist’s voice–both weary and sassy with grief–speaks a sincere reaction to the sentimentalized saint, who is clearly inadequate to ease her pain. The clever word play and religious imagery contrast and blend to create a poem that both cries out in grief and raises a sarcastic protest to sacred comfort.”

In 2011, “Patronized” won the Pushcart Prize.

Hart explained to me that though being nominated was an honor, she did not expect to win as the Pushcart Prize is very competitive and they receive thousands upon thousands of nominations a year. And when she won, she looked at it as a stroke of luck—that is until an acquaintance made mention to Hart that she knows hundreds of people who’ve been nominated but no one who won. This person told Hart to look at it as a wake-up call from the universe—she listened.

Hart decided to take her poetry more seriously. She was approved for a sabbatical project to revamp the creative writing program, so Hart added the task of writing a poetry chapbook. During her sabbatical, Hart drew inspiration from reading poetry and attending poetry readings. She was particularly inspired by Billy Collins because, as she told me, “he does a wonderful job explaining his craft as well as writing wonderful poems.” Collins inspires Hart to be the best at the craft by reminding her not to be too obscure. By the end of her sabbatical, Hart produced a 24 poem chapbook, The Colors of Absence. Hart’s poems take the reader on a journey of loss and healing, including “Patronized” and other poems written about the loss of her first child and poems written about Hart’s second and third children. 

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Project 7 Article Draft

My topic is poetry and I decided to write a profile piece on my friend Tara Hart, a poet whom I created a chapbook for last year as one of my projects for Visual and Verbal Rhetoric. The obvious choice for this piece is in Poets & Writers magazine--I really don't know if I can see it fitting anywhere else. If you have other magazine suggestions, I'd love to hear them. Stephanie warned me that profiles are difficult to write--any and all feedback is welcome. I only have half of the article written at this time.


Tara Hart: her call to poetry

Tara Hart makes her living through words—not by selling them, but by teaching them—so it is not surprising that she turned to words to help her cope with a traumatic life event. After earning her Ph.D. in English Language and Literature from the University of Maryland, College Park, Hart began her teaching career as an associate professor at Howard Community College in 1997. She spent years teaching freshman how to formulate and research essays in college composition and imparting her love for the classics to students of English and British literature. While Hart taught an occasional creative writing class, her primary focus was on teaching composition and literature. She worked her way up the ranks to full professor and in 2001 Hart was appointed chair of the English/World Languages Division at Howard Community College. Once chair, her teaching duties lessened and eventually halted so she could focus on the numerous administrative duties that the position entailed.

At this time in her life, “poet” was not a title one would associate with Hart. She began writing poetry at age eight and had a poem published in grade school. She wrote on and off growing up and wrote more seriously in graduate school, but she did not fervently pursue the art. Even though Hart was elated to have a poem, “The Platform of Absolute Rest”, published in the Baltimore City Paper in 2001, she primarily kept her writing to herself and had no strong desire to send her poems out. In 2004, however, this would change.

Hart and her husband Stephen Horvath, also an administrator at Howard Community College, were expecting their first child in 2004. Hart went into labor four months early and delivered Tessa Hart Horvath on October 12 who weighed just over one pound. In addition to being severely premature, Tessa was born with a rare blood disease—she died just five days later. No one can ever prepare for the death of a loved one, especially a child. Hart and her husband were drowning in sorrow and it was at this time poetry became as vital to Hart as breathing.

I sat down with Hart in April 2011 to talk about her poetry. She told me that the loss of her first daughter filled her with a “compelling need to read more poetry and to write to try to capture for [herself] or articulate what [she] was going through.” For Hart, poetry is not so much a profession as it is a calling, and a poet is something that you become. She thinks we are all poets, but in varying degrees of practice and acknowledgment. In 2004, poetry called to her in a way it had not before; it became her sustenance, something she needed, and a necessary part of her day and life.

The loss of Hart’s daughter filled her not only with sorrow, but also with anger. She was angry at circumstance, angry at God, angry at the church’s lack of solace in her time of need and grief. In 200?, she wrote “Patronized,” the pinnacle poem that ...[to be continued]