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Monday, September 08, 2008

The Game of Writing - Literary/Mystical Puzzles for Writers


Jill Dearman
Letter Meditation #3: Gimmel, The Long Run
The third letter of the Hebrew Alphebet, Gimmel, is often discussed by Talmudic rabbis, as a symbol of the rich man running after the poor man to give him charity. Gimmel shares the same Hebrew root as the word "Gamel", meaning camel. That image makes us think about the ability to walk through the desert for long stretches, without water, without sustenance.

The camel image takes me back to the first time I read The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles (film adaption by Bertolucci was weaker than it should've been, and yet memorable in its own way). I was returning home from a trip to Africa, where I had gone to visit my friend Suz in the Peace Corps. Laidover in Paris, I laid on the floor at Charles DeGaulle, on a makeshift bed made out of my duffel bag, and picked up where I'd left off in The Sheltering Sky. Without spoiling the plot, suffice to say, one of the Americans becomes ill during his travels and things take a very bad turn.

I too had a bad turn during my journey, though everything else about it was wonderful. While biking in the hot sun, to help my friend help the African mothers she was working for as a health care practitioner, I found myself dehydrated, sick, scared. An African woman, a friend of my friend's helped me by giving me water and a place to rest. For a dumb, young American in her early 20s this experience was poignant, humbling, meaningful.

As the summer, season of travel, fades into fall, I am left to think about journeys, short and long. Writing projects, short and long. I am curious as to what it takes, for each different artist, to find his or her Gimmel / or Camel like energy to see a project through from beginning to end. It's not easy.
Some scholars describe the image of the letter Gimmel as being similar to a three-legged stool and suggested that we take that image as an inspiration to find balance. Balance between what is the question?

I have seen, in myself, my writing clients, my writer friends … the intensity to get the words down on paper, to finish something "before we die." Then, as time passes, we see that more time is necessary to go on with a project. To go through another draft, another revision, another way of imagining it.

There is something to be learned from a Gimmel-esque camel. Can we see our way through the desert, and go for many miles in difficult weather without outer sustenance? How?
Clues, perhaps, can be found in the previous two letters. The first letter, Aleph, shows us that we are at one with the universe. We can internalize the power of that universe and then when it is time, externalize it, by producing our work, our one individual piece of the universe. Beit, the second letter, shows us that we must find a home for our work –– first in ourselves and then in the world. Can we find, through the strength of those first two letters, more strength to keep going -- through the wind and the dark?

Don't forget to hydrate … and to rest!

Letter Exercise: Use the image of a camel, or another animal of your choice as a jumping off point to tell a story, fiction or nonfiction. In prose, poetry or play form.

Puzzle of the Moment: When you do your writing at a slow, camel like pace, what is the experience like, and the results? Try "slow writing" for ten minutes, thinking about each word.

Please comment with your thoughts!

Additional reading:
The Sheltering Sky (novel) by Paul Bowles

Jill Dearman is the author of the forthcoming book for writers, BANG THE KEYS. Her prose has been published in numerous literary magazines including Lilith, New York Stories, The Portland Review and North Atlantic Review. She is a part-time Professor of Journalism at New York University, and a writing coach with a large private clientele. For more: www.jilldearman.com
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Thursday, August 07, 2008

The Game of Writing: Literary-Mystical Puzzles for Writers



Jill Dearman

Letter Meditation Number Two: Beit. Is Home a Place?
The home row of the keyboard is the most important to the touch-typist. When at rest the typist's fingers are positioned, lightly, on the A-S-D-F keys for the left hand, and the J-K-L-; keys for the right hand. For writers in the modern world this skill is essential, But what if, like me, and so many users of the Mac iBookG4, the home letters on your keyboard have rubbed off? (Though mercifully my beloved semicolon refuses to disappear). That, dear scribes, is a rabbit hole I shan't go down! However, I think we all know the feeling of being right with the world when we are poised to write. Everything is possible as are fingers rest upon those keys; it must be similar to what a competitive runner feels as he steadies himself against the blocks before the shot of the starter pistol.

In the Hebrew alphabet, the second letter, Beit, contains within it (as all the letters do), a primordial meaning. Beit's meaning? Home.
Constructed of three "vav"s (the sixth letter of the Hebrew Alphabet, meaning connection) with the north side open, Beit explores the idea of finding not just a physical home but a spiritual one. For me, I can't help but connect that open wall to the North with the concept of finding one's North Star, one's home in the world. But what does that mean for a writer?

As writers we are very much like performers. If an actor shows up and plays his part on the stage, and no one comes to see him, did he really perform? Did the performance take place? Beit seems to ask that question as well, with its open "fourth wall", like the fourth wall in the theater, or on film.

We all know what it feels like when our writing, our art, kicks into gear, when we enter "the zone." Are we home then? No one is watching us "perform", we are simply channeling some part of ourselves, something greater than ourselves and we feel grounded yet liberated. (JD Salinger induces us to believe that he somehow understands this. He published works pure and true and then turned his back on publishing, though legend has it he continues to write) We may dreamily fantasize about an imaginary reader, for whom we are writing, the way a child talks aloud to an imaginary playmate (after all, within Beit's home three vavs, symbolic of emotional connection to others, are embedded), but we are ultimately alone and we are all right with that. We are at home within ourselves, at least in those moments.

Certain works of literature, film, music and art make me feel at home. There are probably (definitely!) too many to name, and like Hilary Swank at the Oscars (did she really need to win that second time?) I fear I may forget someone I hold close to my heart, but at the risk of offending the many I love, I commit now in the moment to these few:

For Further Reading, Listening and Looking and in No Particular Order:

An American Tragedy (novel) by Theodore Dreiser
The Talented Mr. Ripley (novel) by Patricia Highsmith
"The Lovely Leave" (short story) by Dorothy Parker
"In Dreams Begin Responsibilities" (short story collection) by Delmore Schwartz
"Nine Stories" (short story collection) by JD Salinger
"Fever" (short story by Raymond Carver)

Eyes Wide Shut (film) by Stanley Kubrick
The 400 Blows (film) by Francois Truffaut
Manhattan Murder Mystery (film) by Woody Allen
Double Indemnity (film) by Billy Wilder
Vertigo (film) by Alfred Hitchcock
Night of the Hunter (film) by Charles Laughton
Silence of the Lambs (film) by Jonathan Demme
Akira Kurasawa's Dreams (film) by Akira Kurasawa

"The Shadow" (painting) by Pablo Picasso
A painting I cannot remember the title of, but which I suspected is one of his Untitled, by Willem De Kooning (it's full of bold yellow, somewhat cubist, and full of negative space. anyone know?)

Juno Soundtrack (album by various artists)
Hounds of Love (album by Kate Bush)
52nd Street (album by Billy Joel)
Born to Run (album by Bruce Springsteen)
Making Movies (album by Dire Straits)
The Boy With the Arab Strap (album by Belle and Sebastian)
"Taking the Long Way Around" and "Voice Inside My Head" (songs by the Dixie Chicks)
"Satellite of Love" by Lou Reed
Fantasie in F Minor (composed by Franz Schubert)
Waltz 2 from Jazz Suite Royal ConcertGebouw Orchestra (composed by Dmitri Shostakovich)
A swirl of Burt Bacharach, Chet Baker and Cole Porter …

And the world of Yael Kanarek:
http://www.worldofawe.net/woa2008/journal.php

And now dear writer/reader I ask you to attempt the following

Jill Dearman - Letter Exercise #1 "Beit": Write one page in which you follow a character on a journey home. Try to capture the physical experience and details as well as the feeling of the journey. Inspired? Keep writing!

Puzzle of the Moment #1: Conjure up a few works of art (book, film, music, painting, sculpture, etc.) that make you feel at home. Use a character from one piece, an image from another and a sound from another to write a one page story about home.

AND …please write in with illuminating comments on your writing experience; the works of art cited, etc.

Jill Dearman, the "BLOCKS-Busting Writing Coach" is the author of the forthcoming book for writers, Bang the Keys. Her short stories, essays and journalism have been published widely in books, magazines and newspapers. Jill is a writing coach and editor as well as a part-time Professor of Journalism at New York University. Please visit her at www.jilldearman.com and write to her at JillDearman@gmail.com for more.
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Sunday, July 13, 2008

THE GAME OF WRITING

Literary-Mystical Puzzles for Writers

Jill Dearman

Letter Meditation Number One: The Aleph

I get my best ideas in the country.

Although I was raised on the mean streets of Queens, New York (there's a reason Archie Bunker called the borough his home!) and spent much of my life as a certified city mouse, in recent years my soul has pulled me (feet first) into the country. Over 4th of July weekend we were upstate with our good friend, our good dog, and a cavalcade of wild life. Chipmunks and cows, rabbits and vultures, hawks and hummingbirds, foxes and badgers, deer and fish, horses and frogs, cats and crows, and so many other creatures that we did not have strong enough sensory powers to see.

Ah, to be a human with six lame and lazily developed senses!

Driving up from Brooklyn on Friday, the 4th, I felt at one with the universe, so very peaceful and alive as we turned off the main highway into our weekend town. We rolled down the windows to breathe in the country air. Within moments I felt a jolt of adrenalin surge through me as a low-flying Buteo Hawk, holding a gopher in its beak, passed right in front of our windshield, so close we could almost hear its broad wings flap. I'd already eased my foot onto the brake, in silent sync with the predatory bird. There was a thrill of life and death existing all at once; my mind immediately flew back in time to countless rides through Times Square with my cab driver father, now dead for over two decades. He hadn't lived long enough to teach me to drive; and I waited till I was 33 before getting my license. But driving out of the boroughs, and into Colombia County, made me feel like I was traversing a series of opposite universes: the living and the dead, the animal and the human, the city and the country. At once I was inside of all of them, and my vantage point was clear and clean; I could see through each lens, with no overlap, no confusion.

And then I thought of The Aleph.

Aleph is the first letter of the Hebrew alphabet. Each of the letters contains within it a primordial meaning, in the case of the Aleph it is simultaneously a letter of individuality (the number "one"), and a letter that contains within it the whole universe. "The Aleph", of course, is also an iconic short story by Jorge Luis Borges. A Kabbalist himself, Borges explored the concept of the Aleph as an earthly as well as spiritual creation, which contains multitudes within:

"Does the Aleph exist within the heart of a stone? Did I see it when I saw all things, and then forget it?" Borges wrote.

In Kabbalistic thought (the ancient Jewish mystical tradition) the Aleph is formed by drawing the letter Yud, signifier of the spark of an idea and the momentum that follows, two times, and separating the one above and the one below with the letter Vav, symbol of connection.

As writers, it seems we are always trying to navigate two worlds and find the connection between them –– the world inside, and the world outside. Buddhist Baritone Leonard Cohen nailed the cold, lonely and vivid experience of the former through his song "In My Secret Life". And as for the world of the latter, the world outside, sometimes it seems that we are less connected to it now than ever before, during this era of dominating technology, when each of us is encouraged in a
myriad of different ways to tune out "the other" and claim myspace (sic), how do we look beyond our secret worlds, and into the lives of others? How do we form a meaningful connection between the two?

On Sunday, while I happily puzzled over this, my mind turned to part of our Saturday night entertainment at the country house. On the piano sat the most random and amusing collection of sheet music, all gathered into one silly sing-along book. The songs ranged from the Alka Seltzer commercial theme ("Plop, Plop, Fizz, Fizz, Oh What a Relief It Is!") to Gospel shout-outs, Gershwin tunes, and a whole mess o' '70s and '80s hits –– eternal ("Evergreen") to hysterical ("Eye of the Tiger"). I practiced "As Time Goes By" (it was easier than I realized), Steven provided bassy anti-Bette vocals for "The Rose", and I karaoked like Krazy as Anne banged out a rocking rendition of "Stairway to Heaven."

What an epic song! And how at one with the universe once more I felt as I sang-bellowed, "And as we wind on down the road, our shadows taller than our souls …there walks a LIIIDY we all know-whoa…!!!" all of us sharing the live experience of our exuberant moment together, yet all of us inside ourselves.

And on that next morning, a mercurial Sunday in which no one could predict whether there'd be sun or rain, as I walked downstairs to make the coffee and take a moment to meditate and to let Roody the dog outside, I had a memory of a Hopper painting, "Stairway". A set of stairs in a country house, an open door exposing a background of mysterious countryside. Although it is a scene far away from the city, because it is Hopper, it contains the feeling of the absence of the city within it.

And so it was that morning, before that first sip of coffee reached my lips, I already felt awakened by a dazzling moment of recognition: every bite of literature and music, taste of art and experience of nature has nourished me, so that within me an entire labyrinth of imagined and observed worlds co-exist magically with the memories of experienced life and the fresh moment of life I experience with each breath. I felt caffeinated and nourished and hungry to write. And so I did. And so can you …so read on, write on and Right On, Baby!

Letter Exercise #1 "The Aleph": Write one page exploring (in whatever form you choose) a scene in which the first moment of an experience is somehow embedded in the last. Try making the first letter of the first word the same as the last letter of the last word. Your job is to use all the words in between to form a connection between the beginning of your tale and the end.

Puzzle of the Moment #1: Write one page (invisibly) using any three of the references (mystical, artistic, animal or otherwise) above as jumping off points. Find a way to narratively connect the dots.

I hope it leads you down a stairway to a shadowy country path that contains within it an endless series of invisible cities! May the Aleph be with you!

Further Reading, Listening and Looking (please write in with illuminating comments on the text above or on the delicious list below!)

"The Aleph" (short story, 1949) by Jorge Luis Borges
Invisible Cities (novel, 1972) by Italo Calvino
"In My Secret Life" (song, 2001) by Leonard Cohen
"Stairway to Heaven" (song, 1971) by Led Zeppelin
"Stairway" (painting, 1949) by Edward Hopper

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Jill Dearman, the "BLOCKS-Busting Writing Coach" is the author of the forthcoming book, Bang the Keys: 4 Steps to a Lifelong Writing Practice. Her short stories, essays and journalism have been published widely in books, magazines and newspapers. Jill is a writing coach and editor as well as a part-time Professor of Journalism at New York University. Please visit her at www.jilldearman.com and write to her at JillDearman@gmail.com for more. Read more!