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“a quiet passion” movie review

A Quiet Passion

As a writer, I’ve always been enamored with Emily Dickinson. so I was really looking forward to learning more about the reclusive poet — and her beloved Newfoundland, Carlo — in A Quiet Passion.

Well — spoiler alert — Carlo never appears in the movie, which pretty much ruined it for me and made me wonder just how much, uh, poetic license was taken by director Terence Davies about her life.

Okay, that’s a little dramatic. But I do think the dog-loving Emily would agree.

There’s no question that Cynthia Nixon is outstanding, showing us the Emily Dickinson we always hoped for: not a mousy wallflower but a fiery, rebellious woman who was complex and smart and surprisingly funny. If she were alive today, she’d be wearing a pussy hat even though she might not join the march.

We’d all want to be her friend. [Read more…]

resolution #53: read more poetry

Like many teenage girls, I used to write poetry. My poems (a term I am using very loosely, having just cringed my way through notebooks of them, which I discovered while cleaning out my closet) are mostly about love — of course. But because I grew up in the early ‘70’s, there are also a disproportionate number about the fact that war is not healthy for children and other living things.

In my teens, I voraciously read Emily Dickinson and listened to Joni Mitchell (still one of my all-time favorite writers – just spend an afternoon going through The Complete Poems and Lyrics, with or without musical accompaniment, and you’ll remember why you wore out your vinyl copy of Blue). They so eloquently and succinctly expressed what I so often felt.

Although this is really embarrassing, here is a poem from my 17-year-old self:

you used to laugh when i

told you my hopes, my desires.

i confided in you, poured out the

secret wishes from the depths

of my heart

and you waved them off as trivial.

i was reaching for the sky and you

were holding my hands back.

“keep dreaming,” you told me. “you’ll

never do anything really

important.”

you were wrong, though.

i left you.

I’m sharing this for a couple of reasons. One, to give you an example of really bad poetry so you can appreciate the really good kind. But, more importantly, to show you that even bad poetry has its place – in a notebook, journal or on a scrap of paper that’s meant only for you. I’ve been married for so long now that it’s hard to remember who I wrote that about, but the words gave me confidence and provided a solid way for me to express my feelings, take control of the situation and move on. Words on paper can be very powerful, and being able to turn to them again and again can be very comforting.

A couple of years after writing that poem, I met the love of my life and pretty much stopped writing poetry. I guess it’s true that art often comes from a dark place, and happiness can have an inverse effect on creating art.

I didn’t discover poetry again until my daughter was in high school and won the Iron Poet contest in her freshman English class (thank you, Jeannie Chufo, teacher extraordinaire, for inspiring both of us to explore and fall in love with poetry). Although I never felt compelled to start writing poetry again, I began sending e.e. cummings poems to my husband (“i carry your heart with me …”), devouring Mary Oliver’s work and buying all the books in Roger Housden’s Ten Poems to … series.

Recently, my good friend Midge Raymond – five second commercial break: if you haven’t read her short story collection, Forgetting English, stop right now and order it on Amazon. I promise you will be blown away. The writing is gorgeous and the stories are like tiny, amazing novels. Anyway, Midge graciously introduced me to the work of two brilliant female poets whose books need to be on your bedside table where you can sip and savor them and let their words languish in your head and heart.

Elizabeth Austen has written what just may be the modern female anthem. The title poem of her chapbook, The Girl Who Goes Alone, will take your breath away with its simplicity and truth. It is the kind of poem you want to share with your best friends and your daughters. Each poem in this slim but meaty volume is a gem, thanks to the poet’s mastery of language. Her On Punctuation should be required reading in every English class, and Her, at Two, which you can read in Sightline, should be carved into the headboard of every baby girl’s crib.

The poems of Susan Rich explore the world around and inside us with raw emotion and sensitivity. The words themselves are lyrical and often haunting, and titles like An Army of Ellipses Traveling Over All She Does Not Say … beckon you in with their humanity and universality. Her collection, The Alchemist’s Kitchen, is a warm and welcoming place which will feed and nurture your soul.

I know poetry can be intimidating and seem like a mishmash of words. But, trust me, if you spend some time with the poems I’ve talked about here, you will see – and feel – the surprising power and beauty of words which are hand-picked and lovingly placed together. Good poetry forces you to read slowly, think about what you’re reading and appreciate both the message and the way each word is used to convey that message.

Good poetry is that little flower growing out of the crack in a city sidewalk.