Poetry Exercises - The Power of Three

Poetry Exercises.

Ho Ho Ho. Well what can I say? This one is going to be interesting for me. You see, I'm a very uneducated poet. Oh I have much knowledge in the way of music; art; literature; design; football; the human condition and other such things. But I don’t know much about what things are called.

I write poetry from a creative point of view. When I learn some rules I try them out, discipline is very much part of the creative process. So when setting this poetry exercises please understand, I’m flying by the seat of your pants on this one.

I'm running the workshop at the end of December. The wonderful Vicky will be away and like a fool on roller-skaters, I stumbled through the second verse of ABBA’s ‘Dancing Queen’ and fell flat on my arse on the floor of agreeing to do it.

This workshop, as all the workshop are, will be linked to the theme of the following open mic night. In my case it will be ‘The Future’

So how does someone with a grade 3 CSE in English Lit go about creating something that will teach, help and inspire people. Well, I think I can rely on an old friend of mine, and the ‘future’ of poetry, performance.

Not that I have qualifications from RADA. It’s more an understanding of spoken words. Many years back I experience the power of delivering my words to a sitting audience. It felt amazing, hearing how you have so many people hanging on your every word.

One of the great writing for performance tricks is to use the power of three. You will here all public speakers from comedians to politicians use this one. It adds power, meaning and connects with the audience. It’s like thumbing your fist on the table, the lectern or punching the air. It is the first, the second and the third.

It is a very powerful tool that can be used at the beginning, the middle or the end of a poem. OK I think I've made my point there however, it is worth playing with.

You have to work out the order of the words to use. Sometimes this is because you want to rhyme, though personally I use it as a rise so that the final word is delivered as affirmation to the idea.

To really play with this trick try writing a three line poem, each line being a ‘power of three’ delivery. You could try doing this as a Haiku if you really want to test yourself.

Remember, this is about delivery, connection, performance.

Stop, desist, No more
Together, united, as one.
A better now, a better future, a better society

Give it a change, have a go and feel the power. The power of words, of meaning, the power of three.

Ok I’ll stop now, that’s enough, I'm going.

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Being Human

It seems only right that I asked my daughter, Raven, to join me on the blog this week.  She memorised the eponymous poem some time ago but most of it has now been replaced in her head by less useful material such as the periodic table, quotes from Supernatural and unforgettable scenes from fanfiction.  Personally, I think if your name is Poe you're going to write poetry.  Likewise, if your name is Raven you're going to rave, or make a lot of noise, or scare sickly writers.  Something like that.

Raven decided to honour 'he of the macabre symbol' with this poem:

Poe

Edgar Allen Poe quoth the word nevermore
Eighty five years before the Second World War
Wed his sickly cousin, who was only thirteen
Then killed off his players like young Usher Madeline.
Renowned world wide as an author workaholic
But also for his tenancy as demon alcoholic.
His image is iconic, as is his facial fur
His hands were always busy with ink or liqueur.
Til his untimely demise put a stop to his quill
Discovered in the early hours of Boston's autumn chill.


And from the words of a long dead poet inspiring a young, new poet to a very short review of something equally wonderful.  Last night David Riley and I drove to Manchester University to see the staging of Neil Astley's incredibly popular poetry collection, Being Human.  Three players took to an economical set to perform a selection of poems from the anthology.  If you want to read what the audiences and critics have said, go here. I don't think the praise goes far enough.  David and I are ruined for poetic performances for the foreseeable future.  Je ne regrette rien.

Being Human: Poetry in Performance is like a concentration of every momentous life event from birth to death, wrapped up in all those quiet moments, the shrieks and the murmurs.  It pulls in love and war, fear and hope and it reminds at every moment what it is to be human, to share this experience of living.  These powerful, rich, poignant, careful poems are embodied by the players so that the emotions are raw and close.  I cried several times.  I cried out of sadness, at the futility of war and harm, I cried at the beauty of the human condition, at the depth of loss and at the empathy which reminds us that we are the same for all our differences.  More than anything else, this performance nourished me to my core.  I can still feel its warmth at my centre.

Put simply, I cannot recommend this highly enough.  This is exactly what poetry in performance should do.  Every word was clear and every image delivered with a simple honesty.  I can honestly say I understood every poem.  One piece, an excerpt from Turkish Poet Edip Cansever's Table, was performed several times with a different emphasis on each occasion.  The poem is about life and what we choose to put on our table.  By performing it with a positive slant, then with an angry attitude and finally as a group performance, an extra dimension was added to that poem which neatly summed up the idea that life is what you make of it.  Both David and I were moved by Doris Kareva's poem, Shape of Time, and its hopeful message of unity.  There wasn't a dull moment in the hour long event.

If you want to see how powerful poetry is.  If you want to know how poetry must be performed.  If you want to know what binds us and why we need each other.  If you are breathing.  You must see this performance.  You'll have to travel a bit further to catch it next but trust me on this, it is absolutely worth the journey. 

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