Where I’ve been and The Untitled Poet Society

I know I posted a while back (a long long while back) about how there would be an unexpected hiatus and how I promised to come back with some new material.  Well I was gone a bit (just a bit) longer than I expected but I do have some new material just like I promised.  There is a slight catch, however.  I’m currently working on another project called  The Untitled Poet Society, and I’m trying to get the ball rolling there, so I’ll be posting most of my new poems at the new site but providing links here.  For clarification, The Untitled P.S. won’t be replacing this blog at all–they’re two very separate and different beasts.  I’m very excited about my new project and it’s a collaborative one, so if you happen to stumble upon reading this post, please, please, please check out the submission guidelines  at The Untitled and submit one of your own poems there!…Wow, this is starting to sound like one really bad advertisement, however, believe me when I say this, your collaboration at The Untitled would be greatly appreciated! For now, you can continue checking here for links to my new poems.  I’ll try to update again regularly.

Thank you for keeping on reading,

-Ethan

*Lightbulb* *ding!* IDEA!

So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and that thinking has produced an idea (imagine that?). I’ve been wanting to do a short story (novel, novella, story-in-general, not sure the exact format yet) series on Mr. Brewding–I mentioned that before in a previous post.  Before, I wasn’t quite sure the best way to do this; originally, I thought I may just begin writing it, and post it one day on the internet when it was all finally finished.  I’m not going to do that.

For one, I don’t think I’d actually ever finish if I were to do it that way.  I have a much better idea.

Beginning next Monday, (June 13th, I believe?) I’m going to write the first chapter in the Mr. Brewding stories, then I’ll post it.  The following day, I’ll write the next chapter, and post it.  The idea is that I’ll do this for the next month.  And by July 13th, I’m hoping to have about a 30 chapter story.  I realize that potentially this story could be better if I planned it in its entirety.  If I sat down and mulled over my work, compulsively changing a line here, or a word there, that my writing would be more, perfect.  Mr. Brewding isn’t perfect.

In the spirit of being spontaneously creative (or, creatively spontaneous? hehe…) I want this story to reflect it.  I want it to be fluid.  I want it to be able to change if I need it to, and I want all of you to be able to see it change if need be.

I think I can do a lot of interesting things with this idea.  I like that because of the improvisation of this story, the plot may not be all linear.  I may right a point here in one chapter, and decide in the next chapter something happened before it that I want to reveal or add upon.  It may be difficult to follow, but I’m not doing this for the sake of confusion.  I want to have continuity, and I want it to be coherent.  So I’m going to do my best to make this story tight, regardless of its complexity–or, simplicity, even.  Who knows?  It isn’t written yet.

I’m not planning on stopping with just writing this story either. I’m thinking about doing an audio-book format, or performance format of the story as well once it’s finally concluded.  Possibly even releasing an economically, umm, reasonable version of the book online for purchase where all the proceeds go to charity.  I’m not looking to make money off of this.  I want to do something creative and different, and I want to share it with everyone–if someone else can benefit in the process then I think that would be great!

Still, this doesn’t stop with me or my story.  I’d like to challenge any writer reading this blog (I hope I may actually have more than one, and that this challenge may bring you out of the shadows), to write and post something each day.  It can be a short story, daily chapters (like what I’m doing), poems, etc.–I don’t really care, just make it creative and make it daily.

If you’re interested, please comment here. I’d like to know who I can subscribe to so I can read your daily creativity as well.

I truly believe this is a great idea, and I hope others are out there reading this and are willing to participate.  If you do decide to participate, or know some one else who would like to, please spread the word.  I want to make this as big of an event as possible.

Cheers and stuff!

-B

New Poem: “Masquerade”

This is a new poem I’ve been playing around with this weekend–it’ll probably change a bit as I’m not entirely satisfied with some stanza breaks and general organization, but seeing as how today is Memorial Day, I figured the poem was somewhat fitting; granted, I didn’t write this poem for this holiday and it isn’t really about soldiers in that sense. Anyways, you’ll see, and please let me know what you think!

“Masquerade”

Calling all shapes, all sizes,
Preferably in disguises,
March your mantle in parade,
It’s time for the masquerade.

300 men
Not Spartans
Brand an “S”
On latex chests
So a war
Won’t start again.

300 men risk all
In courageous ignorance.

300 men inspire
The cast out and
Bring them in again.

300 men
With beaten banners
And broken battle standards
Patrol ‘til dawn
With their masks on.

Shall we accept
This invitation
When there’s no time
For contemplation?
When consequences
Of future action hides
In its own guise
With masked “avengeance”
And blackened eyes
Only see the night’s
Evil smile
Streaking crooked
From mile to mile,
When demons
Prey in
Secret sermons
And Hell has cooked
In every soup kitchen,
Who answers
The call?
Who answers
For us all?

300 men may
No longer walk
The streets one day

300 empty dreamers
Sleep in
Crimson streamers.

300 played
With wet
And weary matches.

300 lay
In the corpse
Pumpkin patches.

300 men
No longer walk
The streets today.

And when
300 men died
That day
Who gave us the right
To sit and pray
For the lives lost
In shrouds and tossed
At bay?
Who at last
Will answer
For us all?
But a pathetic poet
Who ignored
The call.

“Dents”

I was upset.
Lots of people in the room.
I left.
That smell in the air.
I’m sure it was on her breath.
Bad memories.
Wrong memories.

I should have been there—
In the passenger seat.
I wasn’t—I’m here.
Someone special
Should be here
But isn’t—she was there.

I was upset.
I left.
I didn’t think.
I punched the wall.
It left a dent.
Dents are left when
You don’t think.
Big dents.
Like the one in her car.

Fall 2009

Not Uninspired, Just Stuck.

So I’ve still been writing a lot lately, but mainly all that’s been coming out are strings of words that make “parts” of poems I like.  Nothing that can stand alone as a poem yet.  That’s a bit frustrating for me because that’s not usually how I write poetry.  Usually, an idea comes to me and nags at me until I do something writing-related with it.  Then, I write it down (usually as a poem) in either my notebook, or notes on my phone, spending no more than twenty minutes on it, after which I leave it alone for a few days.  Come back to it with a fresher, more critical mind, comb over it (this time for some hours), and presto, poem, published on my blog.  Like I said before, this hasn’t been happening recently though.  Recently, I’ve been getting ideas in my head that still nag me, but when I finally write them down, I hate them.  So until I figure this all out, I won’t say I’m uninspired–I’m just a bit stuck for the time being.

Until these affairs seem to sort themselves out, I’ll be posting any poems I already wrote, but just haven’t put online.  It’s kinda weird for me because I feel that a lot of these poems, posted in the order that they have been posted (through no fault other than my own), have been taken a bit out of context.  I think if my poems were to be read in order from oldest to newest they could almost tell a story of my development as a person as well as a writer.  Standing alone, they don’t seem right.  Admittedly, I haven’t dated poems in a while and I should probably start that up again.  Actually, I will start that up again because right now, as I’m writing this, it’s kinda starting to bother me that I haven’t kept track of when most of my latest stuff was originally written–if you haven’t figured out yet, I’m pretty neurotic.  I honestly don’t know how my family puts up with me…Actually I do, they don’t really know I’m this neurotic.  Most people don’t.  It all usually just goes on in my head…Okay, now I’m just rambling.  So, to reiterate, a lot of poems you’ll be seeing up for the time being are not new, as in freshly written, but still new to you, my audience, as you’ve never read them before, hopefully–it’d be weird if somehow you had…mind control, eh?  Maybe that could be one of Mr. Brewding’s archenemies, a mind-controlling, mind-reading plagiarist! ha! I like it! Something good did come out of writing this blog after all!  Okay, I’m done blogging for the moment.  I need to sign out!

Peace and stuff!

-B