Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Before the Fall by Noah Hawley- Book Review- Grand Central Publishing

Each time I see the words Breaking News on a TV screen I think no not another disaster.  I am desensitized to disasters from the never-ending images on the 24/7 news cycle. It takes a while to get to the truth and news stations milk this on the hour to captivate viewers, ratings matter.

Before the Fall by Noah Hawley is about this 24/7 news cycle and a story they are covering. A plane crashed with two influential wealthy men aboard, Michael Bateman the head of a major news conglomerate and Ben Kipling a Wall Street financial tycoon. Their families including two young children were aboard. These men were powerful movers and shakers with ties to the top levels of government.  A relentless narrative is spun by the anchor of the news station Michael Bateman headed. It concerns the cause of the crash and questions the motivates of one survivor suggesting he may have instigated the crash.

The most compelling thing about Before The Fall was not only the way the book reflects society and the 24/7 news cycle mirroring viewers' insatiable need to watch news to know who is doing what to whom, but the humanity Hawley showed toward each of the characters on the plane whether they survived or not and to the family members not on the plane whose lives were changed.

At moments the news and the horror of the crash became secondary to the way the characters were revealed to the reader. Hawley juxtaposed chapters that moved the main story line forward with chapters dealing with passengers' pasts. As much as I welcomed the information, I feel that the way these chapters were placed in the story was jarring. I found myself wanting the story’s plot to progress. I had to delay this need to know as the remnants of the plane were found and read a chapter about one of the characters on the plane.  Eventually I realized it was worth it since each person from the stewardess to the copilot was humanized, I am not sure how else Hawley could have gotten so much background information in the book without this continual interruption of plot.
Hawley like all good writers told this story scenically. Objects become important in the scenes. Being the bodyguard of a newsman who has threats on his life for controversial views is tense business. Bateman’s bodyguard "slept with his finger on the trigger of a Glock.”  There were other images like this of objects that enhanced the whole thriller aspect off the story as well as believable dialogues often missing from thrillers.

The narrator’s voice added to the mystery of the plane crash and life in general by searching for meaning in the face of tragedy.  One of the character’s hero was Jack LaLanne the fitness expert who is known for his 50’s TV show. The narrator said, “Where Sartre saw ennui, Jack saw energy. When Camus saw pointlessness and death, Jack saw the broad breaking power of repetition.”

When you read the book you will see how Jack LaLanne influenced one of the characters in a way that enabled him to survive.
Before the Fall is the story of people who happened to be in the wrong plane at the wrong time, the story of the need for connection the news provides to the world, the story of  despair and survival. Despite the way the press sensationalized the crash and tried to defame people's character I invite you to see if the power of  love, integrity and truth wins in the end.

Monday, April 11, 2016

Before the Fall by Noah Hawley

I finished reading Before the Fall by Noah Hawley. After I have had time to reflect on the story, I will post a review. This was quite an amazing   thriller (a contemporary who or what did it  tale)that reflects not only the human response to loss and tragedy but also shows what it is like to be in the news business today. It "ain't" your mama's news anymore.  A disturbing and moving story.

Monday, February 22, 2016

Bringing More Soul Into Society- The Power and Place of Poetry

Recently I was given a CD called the Power and Place of Poetry (1995), an Irish radio interview with David Whyte.  I had not heard of him before. I highly recommend  this CD. I found it uplifting.

 From the  back cover jacket.

 Whyte  "speaks persuasively to the role of poet and poetry in the life of individuals and society. He makes it clear that what we are truly yearning for can only be found through our imagination."

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Cut Paper Illustrations/Matisse's Garden (Book) Friedman and Amodeo Museum of Modern Art /Video Tate Museum London "painting with scissors."

 MATISSE'S GARDEN is a great introduction  to Henri Matisse's cut paper art. It is a book created for children.  It  is a joy to view the book even if you are an adult. It suggests Matisse's creative process.

The book was published by the Museum of Modern Art in New York.

Check out this You Tube Video and see Henri Matisse's cut outs. He created these late in his career.
 Matisse was ill and confined to a wheel chair at times and he still created such inspiring, joyous and  innovative work.

Monday, January 11, 2016

1/11/16 Today's Art Post/ Mixed Media Collage/- InVision: 2D & 3D Landscape/ Davis Gallery

This collage called "Hidden" was in  the Davis Gallery's Landscape show. The show closes today so I decided to post the collage for all to see.

"InVision: 2D & 3D Landscape

2D & 3D artwork with a broad interpretation of "Landscape," including physical, spiritual, cultural, and ecological. The artwork is created in many different media—drawing, painting, mixed media, photography and more.


Thursday, September 10, 2015, 5–7 pm "

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Sunday, December 27, 2015

12/27/15 Flowers

I never get tired of looking at flowers whether they are flower images on household objects, clothing, furniture or the real deal flowers: wildflowers, exotic hot house or tropical flowers (Orchids), indoor flowers on plants like African Violets or flowers on weeds like Jewelweed.

Beside the beauty inherent in flowers and their often alluring odors especially to bees and birds, they offer other benefits. Folklore says you can use the juice of Jewelweed for the itch of poison ivy. I tired  using it on a rash once and the rash did disappear. There is truth in tales passed down the medicinal generational tree.


My grandmother on my maternal side was a millinery and had a fabric store.  Her husband upholstered furniture for many years. I inherited fabric (lots of chintz with floral patterns*) from my grandmother and also a love of making things from her and my grandfather. My grandmother was from the Victorian era where flowers were on lots of things and held certain meaning besides  their visual beauty.

Here are a few of my flower pictures.

 Here is a very old Christmas Cactus that lives with me. She bloomed the whole month of December in honor of the  season.

All Images Copyrighted  Elizabeth P. Glixman


Monday, December 21, 2015

12/21/15 One Too Many Robo Calls

I've been getting robo calls lately. Too many. I think everyone has. The robo callers have ramped up the calls this holiday season. A few years ago I had a bunch of these calls too and like any person who is wordy, I wrote a poem to tell someone, anyone how I felt about the calls and the caller Rachel.

This is a poem about technological powerlessness. You can't do much in the face of anonymity. There is no one to respond to only a dial tone. This feeling is like the feeling I imagine the man in the movie "Her " felt when the voice he loved  said it was over.

Even though the poem is not recent and todays four  time caller's name is Brittany, it doesn't matter. It was and is all the same experience. Brittany might be Rachael in disguise. She sounds like the same voices on the GPS system my friend has.

 This poem was published in Frigg in 2013.

It’s Me—Rachel
Elizabeth P. Glixman

The phone rings
It’s Rachel again
with her voice that sparkles
like blue mouthwash
She could tell you anything
She could be the news anchor
telling you about a mass killing
say it with her white bright teeth showing
the edges of her lips curved upward
Her voice could give Chris Matthews’ leg
a tingle.

Read the rest

Sunday, December 13, 2015

12/13/15 I Am Not a One Trick Pony - New Art

First of all I don't want to insult any ponies. Ponies who know how to do one thing are perfectly fine. It is okay to do one thing. I've learned from watching horse whisperer type movies at Netflix that there are horses that are trained for one task like barrel racers at rodeos and dressage horses and roping horses so I repeat there is nothing wrong with doing one task and doing it well or learning to do it well. It takes practice and time.

 I don't know if there are horses who do multiple things. If anyone reads this and knows, please comment.

 Back to people. I believe it is best to focus on one thing. That is my dream. Be a novelist. Be a poet. Be an artist. Be a potter. When you keep at one thing the mysteries of that "thing" begin to reveal themselves, newness arrives.  In the previous post I mentioned my writer/ artist dilemma  and my decision to have a writer/ artist blog. So here goes. Ta Da. First art post.

© 2015 Elizabeth P. Glixman

 I am into texture and color in new work. I  have a series of these abstract images called That's A Wrap. I  used fabric and ribbon in this  8" x 10" piece. I want the pieces in this series to be eye candy and hand candy (if there is such a thing). Of course I don't want  viewers to touch the art but I want them to imagine how it will feel.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

12/12/15 New Blog Title- A Writer and Artist in the Moment: I Can Do Two Things At the Same Time- Going With the Flow

Many years ago I made art like a person breathes air. I was completely enamored with the process of placing color and line on paper and canvas. I went to art school and received a BFA degree and years later became certified to teach art in the public school system. One of my greatest joys was cutting wood to make stretcher sticks for large canvases, stretching the canvas, gessoing it and applying the paint.

I also have been a life long lover of the written word. Another great pleasure is reading fiction and poetry and so I began to write stories. Then I began to write poetry. I was completely enamored with that too. My art was left for the most part by the side of the street. Lately it has been hollering at me. Oh, no! Where to put my attention?

I've decided. I can do both. I can't ignore both sides of my creative coin.

Some days you will see my art and art I love on this blog and other days poetry.
This blog will be about both words and images. That's my decision today.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Thoughts:The Arts and Elitism/ Nancy Pelosi suggested it is a good thing for people to not work. They can then pursue things like poetry and art. Hmm. The Arts and Patrons and Confessional Poetry.

I love this article in Poets & Writers by Rachel Zucker

I came upon it while searching the web on the topic of  is poetry an elitist activity? Nancy Pelosi suggested it is a good thing  for people to not work.  At least that is the sound bite I have heard repeatedly lately on the news concerning healthcare and food stamps. The jobless (those not tied to having to work to gain these benefits ) can then pursue things like poetry and art or other interests. Hmm, I thought. I've been writing and creating art for my whole life and believe me I  have not lived an elitist life as an adult. I also think work is a good thing and creating art and writing is a lot of work. Imo most art worth (has an impact or affect) viewing, hearing, or reading is created by some type of struggle or passion, appreciation or question and the process is not  for people who like "easy." Ms Pelosi makes the arts seem like frivolous fluff only the rich can do. That may not have been been  what she meant but it sure sounded like it.

Who Makes Art, Why and Financially How?

 It is true many writers and artists have had charmed lives (they did not work or work in the traditional sense, 40 hours a week) and it is also true many have not. I don't thing Vincent Van Gogh, Rembrandt or Sylvia Plath had charmed lives fianancially or emotionally. Since money is the topic I am sure there are many artists who struggled with money while creating art whose lives I know nothing about.

Some artists and writers have had patrons as in the Renaissance  period. Lorenzo Medici was a patron of the arts in the 15th century. The patron could be the government or the church or anyone with disposable cash.

Charles Erlandson writes about art patrons through the ages in The Lost Art of Patronage. Erlandson does expouse a "religious" connection to making art in his essay which I  don't  think applies to all  artistic creations. However if you dig deep enough into a poem or painting or piece of music there is a world view and a view of creation if not direct, it is implied.  You can read his essay to  further examine the idea of who funds the arts and why and is art a frivilous  past time with no meaning other than self indulgence. which lead me to the Zucker confessional article (read more on this at the end of the post).

Charles Erlandson writes:

"The concept of the patron which is still with us originated in the times of Rome and designated a Roman citizen who was a protector (the patronus) of a foreigner who had settled in Roman territory (the cliens). The relationship between the patron and his client (clientala) was an especially close one and involved many of the terms found in feudal contracts between lords and vassals. This Roman concept of the patron was extended into the medieval and Renaissance times, during which artists were afforded protection and sponsorship by various nobles and merchant princes.
In contemporary society the word 'patron' has lost some of its original connotation. Today we usually reserve the term for one who is specifically a "patron of the arts". Certainly, the closeness of the original relationship between a patron and his client is no longer implied in the term.
To better understand how a patron might or should function in our contemporary world, I would like to sketch a brief history of patronage through the ages and then examine how we might be able to interpret the role to the patron in the past to our present. But before I turn to my sketch pad, allow me to offer a brief apology for the necessity of the patron." 

 More About How Artists Supported Their Art in the Renaissance

"Serving Patrons
But artists were still a service business. Unlike today, artists did not create whatever they liked then put it up for sale. Art served specific functions, which were mainly religious at the beginning of the Renaissance. Artists were paid to produce exactly what the patron wanted."

 Many contemporary artist have been employed as teachers, professors, doctors, commercial artists, store clerks and laborers at times in their careers or in these occupations as full time money makers. Then there are women artists who create while being mothers using the sparse time when kids are asleep or at school to further their craft. Artists also can apply for financial support from  federal,state and local government grants like the National Endowment for the Arts in the U.S. This is a form of patronage in some ways similar to that in the Renaissance times imo.

The poet William Carlos Williams was a doctor and writer.
The abstract expressionist painter Ronald Rauschenberg was a graphic designer.

 Making art costs money and or making art requires the time to create. In my opinion art is never frivolous as an act and an object.

 The article about confessional poetry by Rachel Zucker looks at  writing poems from the "I" perspective. Is that self indulgent is one of the questions that comes up. I guess for me work, relevance, government, patronage, money, motivation, and process  are the words for the day as related to the making of art.

 The Zucker article includes a quiz to find out if you a confessional poet.

A Brief Guide to Confessional Poetry


"Confessional poetry is the poetry of the personal or "I." This style of writing emerged in the late 1950s and early 1960s and is associated with poets such as Robert Lowell, Sylvia Plath, Anne Sexton, and W.D. Snodgrass. Lowell's book Life Studies was a highly personal account of his life and familial ties, and had a significant impact on American poetry. Plath and Sexton were both students of Lowell and noted that his work influenced their own writing.
The confessional poetry of the mid-twentieth century dealt with subject matter that previously had not been openly discussed in American poetry. Private experiences with and feelings about death, trauma, depression and relationships were addressed in this type of poetry, often in an autobiographical manner. Sexton in particular was interested in the psychological aspect of poetry, having started writing at the suggestion of her therapist."


Sunday, November 17, 2013

HEArt Online- "Promoting the roll of artists as human rights activists." I LUV this Publication. Check it out.

The arts educate, inspire and entertain us. Words, images and sounds have the possibility to alter the human psyche for a moment or for decades. The arts show us who we are as a society and as individuals.  The arts show us what kind of personal or public space we have created and want to create.

We are bombarded by words, images and sounds daily much of which is from advertising on TV,  our computers and phones. It is powerful stuff and as people in a society it benefits us to understand how all this shapes our views and consumerism, our relationships, everything. Being conscious consumers of images, sounds and words is important so we can make our own decisions about our lives and not be subconsciously directed by the power of sound, words and images to embrace their underlying message if it is not in harmony with how we feel or what we want to create.

Do you react  first with a feeling? Do you react  by thinking?  Do you listen to the tone of a politician's voice and ignore the content if the tone is sweet or powerful or angry ( if you like anger)? Do you vote for him or her because you like how they dress? Do you gather information about what foods to eat not by the nutrition content on a label but by the color or texture of the food or an ad that shows smiling happy people eating the food? Are you an intuitive person who just knows what is right for him or her and your choices are much of the time right? If you are an intuitive you are fortunate. On the other hand are you  totally influenced by others and never give your choices a thought?

What does this all have to do with the online magazine HEArt? For me this publication focuses on the idea that we do have choices and we need to consciously choose. We need to consider choosing  "fairness and equality"  if we want peace in this world. What "fairness and equality" means can be different things to different people. For me it means recognizing our shared humanity and the suffering discrimination can bring to those whose humanity is not respected. I believe poetry and fiction, all the arts- dance included, can humanize people awaken them and hopefully when this happens encourage us all  to create a  peaceful world where respect and fairness ( basic human rights) for all exists. When you see or read that another person is just like you, you begin to see them less as an enemy or force to oppose than as a fellow human being living on this "crazy" planet who is trying to survive and live a life of happiness or at least one where the struggle for daily survival is not so all consuming there is room for nothing else.

HEArt online has a mission.  It is a one of a kind publication.

Fall Frigg Issue 42 is Online! Powerful Fiction and Poetry- Four Poems by Elizabeth P. Glixman

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Interview by Lynn Alexander at PRATE with Novelist, Poet, Small Press Publisher, Editor Leah Angstman

"Leah Angstman has been at this for years, producing books and spaces and relationships between writers and artists. Some of the answers cover things you know, and some might just surprise you. We threw Leah a few curve balls here because we knew that she would rise to the challenge and we knew that she would bring her independent spirit to the process and we weren’t disappointed. Interviewed by Lynn Alexander, for Full Of Crow, December 2012. 
LA: I’m sure many people want to know, in your words: Why do you want to be part of the small press?..." 

Read the rest of the interview at

Monday, September 23, 2013

"This date in science: Pablo Neruda and the beauty of the universe" from EARTH SKY

"September 23, 1973. Today is the 40th anniversary of the death of the great Chilean poet Pablo Neruda (1904-1973). Michael West, Director of the Maria Mitchell Observatory, sent this image. He wrote:
Astronomical imagery often figured in Neruda’s poetry, for example one of his poems begins: Every day you play with the light of the universe. Another poem titled “The Future is Space” describes black space with room for many dreams.
In the attached composite image (made from photos I took in Chile) I’ve included a portion of Neruda’s poem titled “La Poesia” in which the Nobel Prize winner described the feeling of discovering poetry as a youth, comparing it to the beauty of the universe."
 Read the rest

Sunday, September 15, 2013

9/16/13 If You Enjoy Reading Short Stories, Check This Site Out! Go Read Your Lunch. Today's Story If Only Her Husband was a Member of The Brotherhood of Flying Things- by Elizabeth P. Glixman

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Thursday, August 1, 2013

Guest Poetry Editor Linnet's Wings Summer 2013

There is a lot of good writing  and art in the summer issue of Linnet's Wings: flash fiction, short stories, micro fiction, photography, creative non-fiction, poetry. I was the summer Guest Poetry Editor.  Poets included in this issue are:

 Sheila Black
 Changming Yuan
 Howie Good
 John Saunders
 Joan Colby
 Larry D. Thomas
 Steven Jacobson
 Paul Hostovsky
 Colm Scully

 Diana Ferraro wrote an article Buenos Aires: A Literary City .
 I now know about the literary richness of Buenos Aires and the Tango Poets. Don't miss  this read

 About Linnet's Wings

"The Linnet's Wings was inspired by the ideas and writings of Maria Edgeworth, Lord Byron , Oliver Goldsmith, Jonathan Swift, Padraic Colum and many of the other fine voices-of-old who once lived in and graced the surroundings of this small village.

The Linnet's Wings is supported by an international team of editors who are based in, Republic of Ireland, US, UK and Canada.

Their aim is to showcase writers and artists whose work stimulates and challenges the sensibility and imagination of its readers, and to provide a seedbed of inspiration for writer/artists and readers both, just, as was done by the voices of the past."

Monday, June 24, 2013

Watersongline- Music, Prayer, Indigenous Sacred Songs- All Poetry

Indigenous music (including prayers and chants from many native traditions) is poetry to me.  Prayers, chants, blessings come from the heart of the creator and are presented in ceremonies with clear intentions to fill a need, to extend hope, to connect with the spirit of the land, the air and  water to uplift. They are clear sound from the yearning human soul. In this way they connect the person saying or singing them or hearing them to what is true and "real" about human need and desire, about connection and co-creation.

 Indigenous people


Sacred songs have always been away of our ancestors communing with the all above, giving gratitude, calling in the healing and renewal of self, family, friends, loved ones, communities and all our relations.
Many sacred songs are learned in ceremony. Some have been passed down for millenniums and others arise from the heart of the person. Many of the songs words may not have exact meanings, the meaning is in the intention behind the sacred sound. It is the vibration of that sound combined with the intent of the singer that holds the healing. Therefore, know that we all have sacred songs in our hearts. We can ask for them to come forward through our  prayers, meditations, and dreams. When a sacred song comes forward always remember to give gratitude to the divine source from which it sprang.
The following sacred prayer songs have been kindly shared with us. Look out as more are added."

 Read the rest and Listen....

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Tony Hoagland Poems

Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet

by Tony Hoagland

At this height, Kansas 
is just a concept, 
a checkerboard design of wheat and corn

no larger than the foldout section 
of my neighbor's travel magazine. 
At this stage of the journey

I would estimate the distance 
between myself and my own feelings 
is roughly the same as the mileage

from Seattle to New York, 
so I can lean back into the upholstered interval 
between Muzak and lunch,

a little bored, a little old and strange.
I remember, as a dreamy
backyard kind of kid,

tilting up my head to watch 
those planes engrave the sky 
in lines so steady and so straight

they implied the enormous concentration 
of good men, 
but now my eyes flicker

from the in-flight movie 
to the stewardess's pantyline, 
then back into my book,

where men throw harpoons at something 
much bigger and probably 
better than themselves,

wanting to kill it, 
wanting to see great clouds of blood erupt 
to prove that they exist.

Imagine being born and growing up, 
rushing through the world for sixty years 
at unimaginable speeds.

Imagine a century like a room so large, 
a corridor so long
you could travel for a lifetime

and never find the door, 
until you had forgotten 
that such a thing as doors exist.

Better to be on board the Pequod, 
with a mad one-legged captain 
living for revenge.

Better to feel the salt wind 
spitting in your face, 
to hold your sharpened weapon high,

to see the glisten
of the beast beneath the waves. 
What a relief it would be

to hear someone in the crew 
cry out like a gull, 
Oh Captain, Captain! 
Where are we going now?

Monday, May 13, 2013

Hyperbole- Big White Lies

I am sure you’ve all met people prone to exaggerating who aren’t  intentional writers or poets.  In  conversation they use hyperbole to emphasize the largeness or smallness of  their feelings and observations, to comment on  a situation, to get attention and to entertain. They make an overstatement. They may use hyberbole to express the need for  immediate action. I will pee Lake Michigan in this car if you don't stop at the next rest stop. 

I think tantrums (usually overstated cries for immediate action) can also be hyperbolic. Is that a word?
Oh yes it is 
Nice sound to it.  Hyperbolic tantrums are something to think about when you are with a three year old. Tell the crying kid he or she sounds like a poem having a hyberbole. I wonder if that will get you anywhere. It may if the kid likes poems.

Children's stories and poems are filled with hyberbole.  Pre- schoolers often laugh themselves silly listening to poems where whales are as big as a house ( reverse hyberbole) or where someone  says I am so hungry I could eat a horse. How about when a kid says I  love this story so much I could listen to it one  million five thousand seventy- two times?  Then they tell you their love for you is bigger than the distance to the moon.Young children  laugh because they are making sense of the world and know the comparison  is an exaggeration and they realize the silliness or the "realness" of the emotion behind the stretching of truth

Sarah Cynthia Slyvia Stout Would Not Take The Garbage Out

Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
Would not take the garbage out!
She'd scour the pots and scrape the pans,
Candy the yams and spice the hams,
And though her daddy would scream and shout,
She simply would not take the garbage out.
And so it piled up to the ceilings:
Coffee grounds, potato peelings,
Brown Bananas, rotten peas,
Chunks of sour cottage cheese.
It filled the can, it covered the floor,
It cracked the window and blocked the door
With bacon rinds and chicken bones,
Drippy ends of ice cream cones,
Prune pits, peach pits, orange peel,
Gloppy glumps of cold oatmeal,
Pizza crusts and withered greens,
Soggy beans and tangerines,
Crusts of black burned buttered toast,
Grisly bits of beefy roasts...
The garbage rolled down the hall,
It raised the roof, it broke the wall...
Greasy napkins, cookie crumbs,
Globs of gooey bubble gum,
Cellophane from green baloney,
Rubbery blubbery macaroni,
Peanut butter, caked and dry,
Curdled milk and crusts of pie,
Moldy melons, dried-up mustard,
Eggshells mixed with lemon custard,
Cold french fries and rancid meat,
Yellow lumps of Cream of Wheat.
At last the garbage reached so high
That finally it touched the sky.
And all the neighbors moved away,
And none of her friends would come to play.
And finally Sarah Cynthia Slylvia Stout said,
'Ok, I'll take the garbage out!'
But then, of course, it was too late...
The garbage reached across the state,
From New York to the Golden Gate.
And there, in the garbage she did hate,
Poor Sarah met an awful fate,
That I cannot right now relate
Because the hour is much too late.
But children, remember Sarah Stout
And always take the garbage out!

Love poems are also home to hyberbole. Those overcome with love can't help themselves. Give them time. Then they will write he or she done me wrong or how much money I got or didn't get from the divorce settlement hyperbolic poems and what's love got to do with anything anyways poems.

Here is the dictionary definition of hyperbole

"A hyperbole is an extreme exaggeration used to make a point. It is like the opposite of “understatement.” It is from a Greek word meaning “excess.
Hyperboles can be found in literature and oral communication. They would not be used in nonfiction works, like medical journals or research papers; but, they are perfect for fictional works, especially to add color to a character or humor to the story.
Hyperboles are comparisons, like similes and metaphors, but are extravagant and even ridiculous."

Here is all you want to know about exaggeration and the answer to my question about  psychological  hyperbole.  Thank you, Wikepedia.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Lyrics as Poetry-Joni Mitchell

Where is poetry in our lives?  I think it is everywhere. One obvious place is in song lyrics. I chose to make this post about Joni Mitchell since she has a book out (well, its been out a long time) entitled The Complete Poems and Lyrics of Joni Mitchell. I've  linked a You Tube video of her singing one of her songs/ poems (not sure if it is in the book).   Read  All I Want.  Then listen to the song. Is it the same experience? If there was no music to the words, is this a poem?

 An Amazon Editorial  Reviewer  wrote 

" The sweeping imagery and confessional tone of Joni Mitchell's lyrics have made her a pop icon for decades. Her writing, like that of Paul Simon and Bob Dylan, helped legitimize song lyrics as poetry by adding sophisticated shadings and nuances that earlier rock and folk music often lacked. What's more, as a woman writing in a medium dominated by men, Mitchell became an important role model for young women trying to make sense of their lives during turbulent times.Given her importance as a pop poet and the care and craft with which she approached her craft, it is a treat now to have her work compiled in one volume. Mitchell's has been an aural art, but having the words to read on the page without benefit of melody heightens one's appreciation of the lyrics as poems."

Joni Mitchell: The Complete Poems and Lyrics

Joni Mitchell: The Complete Poems and Lyrics

 Lyrics and Video from You Tube

  All I Want by Joni Mitchell

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some
I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me
I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free