Friday, July 15, 2011

Wide Open Spaces

It seems like most of my recent posts here have been about spaces, whether it has been my new home or the rural area I live in. So when I saw this recent article on writing spaces in the Chicago Tribune, courtesy of Hayden's Ferry Review, I was interested in what, if any, new revelations regarding space were to be had.

But, I must admit, I was a tad disappointed. Based on this (very limited) list of five (best-selling) authors, a writer needs a clean, quiet place near nature, preferably a beach or babbling brook. And, apparently, these folks also get up early and then write for hours (hours!) straight. Now, obviously, I know these are people who must write volumes in order to keep up their publishing schedule. And, these are the types of people who can afford, say, beach homes in Nantucket. But what about the rest of us? Where do the rabble write? What kind of "space" do we need?

When I really think about my writing process, I realize that most of my composing is done in my car on my way to or from work. The long drive from my little farming town to the larger city where my office is located takes me past farms, orchards, and vineyards, dilapidated barns and huge manor houses, cows, trucks, and hay-balers. I hold the lines in my head until I get to my destination, to type or write out. But by then, most of the work is done. My car is not exactly clean or quiet, and it certainly doesn't have any freshly sharpened pencils or internet connections (or plastic statues of Greek gods, although, now that I think about it, it probably should). But it works.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Weekend on the Farm

It's been a long time since I've had a weekend on the farm. My new old home in town tends to keep me away. But I'm finally heading to Walnut Grove this weekend to reconnect with all things rural and celebrate in true country style.

Kicking off my celebration, I'm indulging in a little late-afternoon reading of a new favorite blog, The Art of the Rural, who is publishing a Rural Poetry series. The series includes a favorite of mine, Lorine Niedecker, as well as new names I am overjoyed to discover. I hope you are, too. Happy Independence Day!

I knew a clean man
but he was not for me.
Now I sew green aprons
over covered seats. He

wades the muddy water fishing,
fall in, dries his last pay-check
in the sun, smooths it out
in Leaves Of Grass. He's
the one for me.

~by Lorine Niedecker