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Sporadic photos and notes from a Psyche-midwife, cheerleader, anthropologist--aka clinical social worker in therapy practice. Photos are usually mine except for those of historical events/famous people. Music relevant to the daily topic is often included in a web video embedded below the blog. Click on highlighted links in the copy to get to source or supplemental material. For contact information, see my website @ janasvoboda.com or click on the button to the right below. Join in the conversation.

Saturday, January 14, 2012

January 15th Challenge: Channelled Poems

WW(X)D?

Today, ask your muse to make contact with another poet, living or dead, and write a poem in their style.  Psuedo-cummings?  Ersatz Suess?  Fake Frost?  Give it a go.

For super-bonus points, write a poem meta-channelling--  Mary Oliver in Shakespeare style, or Billy Collins as voiced by Poe.

PS:   I found out at least one reason why the comment section is tricky--it's hard to find on some browsers. To  post your entries,  to post there, look BELOW each blog and click the tiny "comment" link. 

Friday, January 13, 2012

January 14 Challenge: Turn a Headline into a Poem

Now that you've sharpened your teeth a little, take a bite out of this challenge:
Find a headline that intrigues you, and turn it into a poem.  You've got a whole leisurely Saturday to do it.

I hear the commenting section is buggy.  If you can't use it, e it to me on the contact link or via my facebook page and I'll post it for you.  Make sure to let me know it's ok to post it.

Boog pre-empted  us during haiku day by shear serendipity.  He's always been ahead of the curve.

The bishop busted
Six hundred naughty pix and
A handheld device

Source:  http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/05/world/americas/canada-judge-frees-jailed-bishop.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=%22handheld+device%22+priest&st=cse

Mine's old, from a Gazette Times Headline:


 It starts out innocently enough. 
The llama had been seeking the field mint
It knew grew sweetly on the south hillside,
The mint had been seeking a bit of shade there,
Near the edge where the forest bled into the
Pasture.  The cougar had been seeking deer,
Having no geographic or recent genetic reason,
Before such animals bled from one land to another,
To want for the taste of llama.  The trapper
Was after nutria, another import wreaking havoc.
But a job’s a job, and the llama owner, taking all
Of this much too personally, is after revenge.
We are all seeking one thing or another.  We have
Lost track of our edges, we want to pretend we can
Move outside where we belong, and no one will
Notice; nothing will end up bleeding.  This is the
Misfortune of poorly directed hungers. 


Thursday, January 12, 2012

January 13 challenge: Create Your Own Superstitions (and PRIZES!)

 EASY PEASY FRIDAY CHALLENGE
the scary fine print
this could be yours!

It's Friday the 13th, a perfect day to make up new superstitions.  Bonus points for convincing someone else they are old ones.  Fake proverbs also encouraged.

with superior cracked paint
"A potato a day keeps the bedbugs away".
"See Prada by noon, it's a bad hair day soon".
"Friend in a Jetta?  You better forget her."

does it go with the sofa?
The weekend's a great time to catch up on the first two weeks of challenges.  Check the sidebar for your prize possibilities.  From a piece of bad art to a random selection from my eclectic book collection-- the possibilities are as varied and frightening as one of my desk drawers.




Wednesday, January 11, 2012

January 12 Challenge: Book Titles

these clowns want to know why you're not writing
Ok, kiddos.  I can see the translating just wore your muses plumb out. Or maybe you're in the midweek doldrums.  I had a total of two entries to the Jan 10th challenge.  Don't worry:  you can still answer any or all challenges until the Feb. 1st deadline.

To appease your weary brains, I'll narrow the focus.  Give me three to five book titles. You don't even have to write the books.

Try one or more of these categories for inspiration:  Self Help, Memoir/autobiography, Current Events, Science, Cookbook, Crafts, Sociological or Other Academic, Religion, History.  Humor and imagination encouraged.  Posting here encouraged.

I have some tougher challenges in store, so whittle those pencils.
Jana

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

January 11 Challenge: First Letter Poem

What lovely little muses you have!  There were great submissions to the Jan. 10th challenge, with many sent via private methods.  Wish I could share them all.  Remember to check back in at the end of the game to see the original translation of the Icelandic poem.

I'm tempted to give you a Turkish poem to translate, but I promised a new game a day.  When this blog goes back to Regular Programming, any of you hungry to keep poeting are inviting to join me under a new format.

Today's challenge is to take the letters below and create a poem around them.   You're seeing the first letters of two poems by two authors.  Punctuation is intact, including capitalization.  Try either or both.  Let your muse talk for you.


P
----
W  h. W
w  i  i  i  w
I  w.  O  t.  B  t.


W I M J
---------
O t, l a b d. M
t, f, b i y h.
B m t. A g f b a.
J c, v
d.  S f k, a f
A. E t h m, o t b.
C t l n, t n c
a.  D o, t k
t t g. C i c.
L o. M t y a
a n g.  P y k e
b y c f t.  S t
i l s, m m.

January 10 Challenge: Translate a poem

Gets your pencils out.  You don't need to know Icelandic to play this game-- and if you do, email me and I'll send another in a language you don't speak.

Sound out the words and listen for the poem inside, and write your translation.  I'll post poem and author info in a few days in the comments section.  If you're playing catch up, don't peek til your poem is done.  

Fjord on, brave poets-- hope you made someone smile Monday and took some time to go to that nicest place.
Jana

nótt sítrónunnar

glitrandi 
mistur af hafi 
götuljósin stækkuðu 
eitt ljósker skein í hverjum dropa 
á gleraugunum mínum 
við sátum úti á svölum 
og skárum sítrónur 
köstuðum sneiðunum fram af 
svo þær þöktu götuna 
glitrandi 
augu og augu 
í nóttinni 
  
(sítrónunnar) 




Sunday, January 8, 2012

January 9 challenge: Make somebody smile

it's ok, little rabbit
Creativity comes in all forms, and even though I had a poet game for you, I feel compelled to interrupt our poeting to give you a different sort of task for Monday.

Make someone smile.

Don't care how you do it, but I want to hear about it.  Comments section preferred, but you can e me if you'd rather.

There are all sorts of therapists in the world too, and some are those blank slate types and by gosh they have their place.  But I've always figured that if I am going to spend the majority of my waking hours at a job, Real Me should show up.  So most of you know that I lost both my father and my ability to enjoy food/smell this year.  And tonight that combination felt like a sucker punch.  Two nurturing possibilities are now out of there.  I was a sad sack.

When I stumbled on this link a few minutes ago (posted at the end), I got not only a smile but a good cry out of it.

We're human.  We enjoy, and we suffer.  And we need each other.

Go out there and increase joy in the world.  What a radical Monday idea.

Jana
Click me:  http://thenicestplaceontheinter.net/

Saturday, January 7, 2012

January 8 Challenge: Turn a Recipe Into a Poem

On this sabbath
turn thy muse to that which sustainteth thee,
and craft your poem from a favorite recipe. 

Any form is fine-- haiku, sonnet, bad poetry, limerick. 
Here's mine.  Yeah, it's old-- whatever.  I'm challenged enough just coming up with 31 days of this stuff.
Gumbo Sonnet(ish)

when one makes a seafood gumbo
first procure a stewpot, jumbo
sized. and the holy trinity
of onion, bell pepper, celery.
to the market for crustaceans;
dispatch them with proper ministrations.
separate body from shell, in manner caesarian
out of sight of persons vegetarian.
as to this meat, refrigerate,
while stock materials you congregate.
into pot throw shell and claw
of crab, oyster and fish-(craw),
or shrimp if mudbug you have not,
then also throw into that pot
a bell pepper, seeded, and some grease
(i use canola-- but most like beast),
a carrot, some celery, an onion or two.
don't fuss-- coarsely chopped will do.
bay leaves-- two-- and garlic cloves- four;
cayenne, enough to make one roar,
now basil, thyme and oregano.
while it simmers, turn on the radio
to Bodreaux on Monroe's KJUN;
you can two-step while the roux's begun.
here's the hard part-- listen well:
if you burn the roux, it's gone to hell.
take one part oil, to one part flour
in a heavy skillet, stir a quarter hour
til the color's gone coffee au lait
(or darker if you're of cajun sway).
put it aside in a little jar;
stock needs three hours, or four.
spend the time how you like best:
listen to "slow soup" if you need suggest-
ions. after stock has made a lovely smell
get a colander; strain it well.
in a skillet: holy trinity, diced;
a pound of okra, freshly sliced,
two more bay leafs and some salt
(tears if you wish-- but it's no one's fault)--
some savory, more oregano;
saute it up ala Thibedeaux.
when the onions start to clear
the time for gumbo's getting near.
best to start a pot of rice.
any kind's fine; basmati's nice.
throw the saute in with the now-strained stock
crank up Beausoleil, hide the clock.
scour the cabinets for the file'
(sassafras to you not out creole-way)
and put in in along with the roux
to thicken up this tasty stew.
throw in tomatoes, paste and diced,
simmer till the rice is riced.
last minute throw in the crustaceans
and begin thankful prostrations.
dish some rice into your bowl
ladle on gumbo and let the good times roll.

for while this may be bad poetry
it's one hell of a good recipe.

Friday, January 6, 2012

January 7 Challenge: Write some Bad Poetry

Now that you've limbered up with some of the shorter structures, it's on to fresh territory.
Writing crap poetry intentionally can loosen a stubborn writer's block, and getting the bad stuff out of the way may make space for better verse.

If you find you love this form, rush to your nearest independent bookstore and beg them to order "Very Bad Poetry," edited by Ross and Kathryn Petras.  Among the gems you will find this personal favorite:
cheese making, like writing bad poetry, takes skill,
dedication,  and hairnets.

Ode to A Mammoth Cheese

We have seen you, Queen of Cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease
Gently fanned by evening breeze
Thy fair form no flies dare seize--

All gaily dressed soon you'll go
To the great Provencial Show
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto

Cows numerous as a swarm of bees--
or as the leaves upon the trees--
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivaled Queen of Cheese.

May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you as far off as
The great World's show at Paris.

Of the youth-- beware of these--
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek-- then songs or glees
We could not sing o' Queen of Cheese.

We'rt thou suspended from balloon
You'd cast a shade, even at noon;
Folks would think it was the moon,
About to fall and crush them soon.

            ---James McIntyre, 1866


Inspired?  Come on, let's see your worst.


Link of the day:
http://verybadpoetry.com/
Send your masterpiece in for consideration.
  I did, and now I am an internettedly published Very Bad Poet.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

January 6 Daily Challenge: Limericks!

come on, play along, whydoncha?
Some fabulous haiku emerged from yesterday's challenges, and you only saw some of it-- the rest trickled in via facebook and email and the ether.  Looking forward to seeing more of your brave creative selves in the remaining 25 days, especially in the comments section here.  Don't be shy.  OK, be shy-- make yourself a memorable pseudonym and hop on in the game.

Sticking with simple poetic forms, let's wreak some limerick havoc.  The Irish version of  playing the "Dirty Dozens", in a past poetic life we'd have wonderful limerick wars on my online poet game group.

Form:
Long A
Long A
Short B
Short B
Long A

Examples:
good morning my comrades in meter
this poeting couldn't be sweeter
i've loaded my pen
limericking again
don't like 'em? use your deleter--

myself, i'm not so inspired.
my rhymer a little bit tired
but i have a prize
for a verse that draws flies--
back later to see what has transpired

so get going, and with grace and luck
your form here won't completely suck
if i like yours most
be watching the post
for goodies from the usp truck

(i hope this doesn't seem pressure.
do it for fun, for pure pleasure.
five lines, two rhymes
it's limerick time--
all to good end in good measure).


Ta,
das poetrix

January 5 Challenge: Haiku

Our first poem challenge is a haiku.
Simple format:
5 "on" (a Japanese word meaning a phonetic unit-- but in English we usually translate that to syllables)
7 "on"
5 "on"
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Haikus traditionally invoke nature imagery. From Wikipedia:  The essence of haiku is 'cutting' (kiru).[1] This is often represented by the juxtaposition of two images or ideas[2] and a kireji ('cutting word') between them, a kind of verbal punctuation mark which signals the moment of separation and colors the manner in which the juxtaposed elements are related."


Below is my favorite haiku, by Mizuta Masahide  (late 1600s).  In the English translation, it doesn't follow the sound form.  But the haiku essence of opposition, kiru, and imagery remain.


Barn's burnt down
now
I can see the moon


Try one.  Your haiku needn't be formal, or even serious-- but play with the kiru.
---
Till tomorrow--
Jana

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Jan 4 Challenge: TOM SWIFTIES

smiling faces:  more fun-whiz-bang!
The quest continues to limber up your Inner poet.  Today's challenge is to write two or more Tom Swifties:  "adverbial" puns that first appeared in a 1920s comic strip. Here's a few examples (don't moan):
"Love your vintage RayBans", Marge said retrospectively.
"I resent all things apairian", he said begrudgingly.
"I could use a little polishing up my look", he admitted lacklusterly.
"Sure wish I could have won one of those horrific paintings being offered as a prize in the month-long poet games", Chip said artlessly.


Looks like quite a lot of you are playing.  It's great to see your additions in the comment section.  If you're behind, find a friend and play catch up.  Remember, you can add your comments anonymously-- but be sure to email me if you want to be in for the prizes.  Challenge continues all month.

--das poetrix

Monday, January 2, 2012

January 3: Let the Games Begin!

2012 vision board, created
by one of our participants.  WOW!
Flex your brain.
To ready for the harder core poet games, let's start with some simple creativity-flexing exercises-- two or three small ones a day.  Try to do them all, but if your brain sticks, don't sweat it.  Something's better than nothing.  We'll begin by working to increase inter-cranial connectivity.

Today:  Sensory blending.  Synethesia (when one sense is interpreted in ways usually associated with another sense) is often correlated with creativity.  Some folks are born that way-- but you can build yours up.

1)  SMELLS:   Research suggests that language and other forms of cognition often trump olfaction.  That's allegedly why most of us have a hard time describing smells in any uniform way.  And during one study, people in a scent filled room being directed on a time-intensive task never noticed they were being blasted with lavender or vanilla.  Our brains like to do one thing well, and make the rest background.

Go smell something,  Now write about it.  A line or two will do.  Describe it as best you are able.  Does it bring up any associations?  Emotions?  What color is the smell?  What is it's texture?

2)  VOICE:  I've always been synethesiac to sounds.  They have heft and texture.  Describe a favorite singer's (or instrument) voice.  Use color, texture, or feel analogies.

3)  FEEL/TOUCH:  find something with a texture.  Any texture.  What personality traits can you associate with the way it feels?  Does a color come to mind when you think of that particular texture?

See you tomorrow...
And don't forget, if you're willing, to post all or some of your responses in the comments.
Jana
 

Don't Blink- It's already Jan 2! Time to Get Your Genius In the House

Bill's Shrine.  He liked a good poet game.
Today's challenge is to learn a little more about creativity by watching a short talk with author Elizabeth Gilbert. Find it at the end of this post.  Then take a little time to create an inviting shrine to your muse/genius.  It can be tiny and portable; elaborate and juicy, or written in your imagination.  CHOICES, you get choices.  Trust me, these get easier.

My shrine is made of a matchbox cover with Joss paper.  It has a shell, a rock, a little burning bowl for the isolation of block, a sweet for enticement, and a mirror.  It can be opened and inviting, and I really like that it can be shut when muse is regenerating.

Your version of this assignment could be physical like mine, or much simpler (a special tablecloth at your writing desk).  It could be a written proposal for your ideal shrine.  It could be symbolic-- a seed you carry in your pocket.

Get the drift?  Get your shrine on.
The's poeting afoot.
Jana



Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year! Day One Challenge

let's get jiggy with it, folks.
Hope some of you've had a chance to do our first Challenge of Burning The Old Year.

If you're catching up:  I'll be posting a new creativity-inducing challenge every day during January.  Most will take thirty minutes or (much) less.  Please invite friends to join us!

See how many of the 31 challenges you can complete.   Post your results in the comment section if you're willing to share-- I'd love that.

And this year, I have prizes!  I am creatively reducing my biomass by lovingly recycling some old crap beloved belongings to participants.  JUST FOR PLAYING (one or more efforts posted) you win your choice of a 4X6 pic print from the blog or the collector's version of the One Less A$$hole bumper sticker.

Anyone brave or creative enough to do ten or more will receive something rummaged from my attic a bigger prize. It may be a genuine piece of Bad Art from my carefully curated collection, a book of poems, a strange artifact or found object.  Who knows?  You'll be surprised.  Maybe not pleased, but definitely surprised.

Be the first to do all thirty-one and get thirty one tiny surprises mailed to your door.  

You don't have to do them the day they are posted, but to receive the Grand Prize all challenges should be met before 02/01/12 11:59 pm PST.

Shy but still want to compete?  E your efforts through the contact button, or just say "Done!" in the comments section.
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READY for today's quest?
The Challenge :  You've burned 2011, now invite 2012.  Make a list of what you want to see manifest in 2012.  For super-over-achievers, do a vision board (click for instructions).  Otherwise a simple list is fine.  This ain't for Santa Claus-- focus on positive ways you'd like to expand your potential and what sorts of feelings/awareness/characteristics you want in your life this year.  Peggy's video offers great ideas.  
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Let me know if you did it, and if you like, share one or two things from your list.

Hope you had a good start to your new year--
back tomorrow,
Jana

Saturday, December 31, 2011

BURN BABY BURN

Ok, this is going to be a little late for most of you-- since it's usually a ritual for before the new year begins.  And yes, tomorrow starts the official 31 Day Challenge.  If you don't get to this one before 2012, see if you can do it in the first week of it.  It's a sweet way to clear the slate for some new beginnings.

Make a list of what you'd like to let go from 2011.  Be specific, general, wildly optimistic, whatever.  These are intentions, not contracts.

Give some loving respect and compassion for all that you are ready to leave behind.  Then burn that sucker up.  You can be as serious or lighthearted as you choose.  Throw it in the fireplace, or torch it in a nice ceramic bowl.  Let it go, let it go.  Get ready to move on to what you need to learn and how you want to grow/

The page turns to a new day.

love,
Jana

Friday, December 30, 2011

Get Ready to Occupy Your Own Creative Self, 2012

COUNTDOWN to January's 31 days of poet games and creative challenges.  In preparation for take-off, please unloosen those seat belts, sharpen your pencils and call out the muse.
Here's a community invitation to just that courtesy of the luminous Peggy Fitzsimmons.  You might remember her as the encouragement for last January's capstone vision board finale'.
Enjoy and please pass it on.

Friday, December 23, 2011

Gearing Up for The New Year

Mac Forest, Corvallis
Yep, I know, it's been quiet here.  Keep stopping by.  In a few days we'll start the annual daily January Challenge blogs.  I'll be alternating poet games and creativity prompts with Tiny Resolutions.  Hope to hear from some of you who take up the gauntlet.  I'm pretty sure you can post anonymously if you want, but if you can't figure it out, send submissions via the Contact Me button and I'll add it for you.

Last year's challenges can be found (reverse order) here:   http://www.janasvoboda.org/2011_01_01_archive.html

Meanwhile, here's some great tips on happiness.  Thanks to Keith Abhrams for the link.http://www.marcandangel.com/2011/08/30/12-things-happy-people-do-differently/
 
Wishing you restorative, loving and warm holidays,
Jana

Monday, December 12, 2011

Home for the Holidaze

Yep, it's a rerun, kiddos. What can I say-- the muse is on the back porch, smoking cigs and being a jerk.  Plus I really do love that Robert Earl Keen song-- so familiar--
Will try to post something new and upbeat before the new year--  Meanwhile, Tis The Season To Be Challenged.

 "Having a family is like having a bowling alley installed in your head"-- Martin  Mull

Christmas and Hanukkah are boom times for therapists.  What is it about holidays that cause so much trouble?  There's the  obvious:   the extra activities to cram in too already crazy busy lives, the financial strains, the booze and sugar hangovers.

And there's  the poignant and sometimes painful difference between the Hallmark commercials of ideal family communion and reality of messy humans coming together with their messy selves.

We spend the latter years of our family-of-origin time struggling to develop identities that resonate with our souls.  Part of that journey means turning away from the very sources of our safety and nurturing-- to be able to find enough differences between ourselves and our parents that we can leave them.


And then the holidays come.  And with it, questions unconscious or not.


Can I be different and still belong?  Can I be true to me and still be loved by you?

Visiting home, or reuniting with relatives, we bump into our younger selves.  Dependent, less competent, locked into family or community roles we may have long since left.   Oftentimes these self portraits aren't held so much by others as projected by us.  Boundaries shift, alliances conflict, and sometimes we fall apart.
We may also struggle to see others as they see themselves without us, and call them back into roles that no longer fit.

Reunions seem to work best when we notice our thoughts and judgments, and remind ourselves they are just that-- impressions and projections, not facts.  I read in a book on some subject seemingly unrelated to therapy-- I think it was economics-- that people are all looking through their own very narrow aluminum tubes, and thinking they are seeing the same thing that others see, looking at different points through their tubes.  When we can rise above ourselves take an eagle eye view, we gain understanding and compassion.  We get that in any given moment in time, we are acting with the limitations with us right then-- just like everyone else.  Sometimes we are being very limited.  We snap and complain, out of tiredness or just confusion from being out of our element or stretched past our resources.  We overfunction, out of hopes we will be shown the love we need.  We isolate, out of fear we don't belong.  And yet we still want acceptance, or at least recognition of our validity.  As do those we love, acting out of their own limitations of the moment.

If you find yourself with loved ones trying hard to conjure up some love, see if you can show them the same acceptance for who they are as you are hoping them to show you.  Even or especially if you disagree with their choices.  In between reminiscing in the sweetness or horror of how things used to be, remember to be curious about how things are now for them, and who they are becoming.  Relinquish your internalized limitations for them and maybe they can do the same for you.  If worse comes to worst, try the OLA strategy.


As hard as you try, no one can escape the horror of Christmas, so you may as well be with your own family."—Liz Lemon, 30 Rock

May the holidays and the new year find your heart ever expanding,
Jana


Friday, December 2, 2011

funny little bug--

post isn't showing up on blog page unless you access it from facebook.
here's a back door.
http://www.janasvoboda.org/2009/11/grief-and-memories.html