{"id":183,"date":"2010-09-15T01:38:00","date_gmt":"2010-09-15T01:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/desiwriterslounge.net\/blog\/?p=183"},"modified":"2012-03-28T20:39:55","modified_gmt":"2012-03-28T20:39:55","slug":"the-problem-of-imagery","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/desiwriterslounge.net\/blog\/2010\/09\/the-problem-of-imagery\/","title":{"rendered":"The Problem of Imagery"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cThere is a simple trick at the heart of imaginative writing\u2026The trick is that if you write in words that evoke the senses, if your language is full of things that can be seen, heard, smelled, tasted, and touched, you create a world your reader can enter.\u201d <\/span>

-Imaginative Writing \u2013 The Elements of Craft by Janet Burroway. Second Edition. Page 3. (Not following a standard citation method here).<\/span>

I have often belabored a singular point in my critique to poets who must have come to detest it by now: introduce more concrete images to your poem. When you create a poem, no matter how commonplace the language written, it evidently transforms into a masterpiece in your mind. It is the same instinct that makes a mother love her child beyond its physical appearance. Obviously, the devotion to the poem from the poet is of (slightly) lesser magnitude.<\/p>\n

During my years at DWL, I have come across countless poems that hold great potential. The themes may be very strong and refreshing, the idea nothing short of genius, but more often than not, the poems fall flat once written. The most important thing that the poet must understand is the importance of getting the reader involved. No one cares about your personal suffering, plight, identity crisis, break-up, et cetera, if it doesn\u2019t somehow pull them into the theme of your poem. If readers can\u2019t hold on to the poem by some kind of tactile imagery offered to them, they will not give a damn about the story you have to tell. Essentially, they want to be able to find a world they can enter \u2013 aptly phrased in the quote above.<\/p>\n

In my experience, the best way to check a poem for its impact and quality is to take yourself out of the poem. Invariably, my poems are in first-person. Empathy dictates that a large ratio of a random sample of readers should be able to relate to my experiences as written in the poem. If I am to write about my life however, without giving them a chance to be a part of it, chances are empathy will be flushed down the toilet in 2 seconds flat. Even if I am writing about something that is of extreme personal significance, I must make the poem \u201cfriendly\u201d for my readers. I generally try to do this by introducing the reader to my world, getting them acquainted with my life and surroundings. I mention the pile of dirty laundry at the foot of the bed in passing. A bamboo bowl of two month old potpourri on the nightstand \u2013 almost completely scentless, except the times when a wayward breeze from the broken window teases it. A red lampshade throwing diffuse light on a dried ring of stale chai on the coffee table. These are concrete images. Something the reader can recognize and hold on to. Now if I throw in a hurtful fight with my significant other somewhere between the dirty laundry and the caked ring of chai, with the emotional outburst highlighted metaphorically by the red lampshade \u2013 aha! I have a poem and I have pulled. You. In. I do this by writing out what exactly I want to say in the poem (the fight) and slowly fleshing it out with images, metaphors, and similes \u2013 figures of speech do wonders for your poem. Be creative with them. The way to flesh out your poem is best done by trying to look at what you have to offer beside yourself and your personal experience. So if you take yourself out of the poem, what is left? If you\u2019ve got a handful of articles and a weak line of introduction, then you\u2019ve got work to do. Build a world around yourself in the poem and you\u2019ve got what you are looking for.<\/p>\n

I am going to leave you with a short poem by Yusef Komunyakaa. It is a very personal poem (as most of them are), but please try to look for concrete imagery that he cleverly introduces along with spectacular metaphors and similes. Enjoy \u2013 and of course, happy writing!<\/p>\n

Facing It<\/strong> by Yusef Komunyakaa
My black face fades,
hiding inside the black granite.
I said I wouldn\u2019t,
dammit: No tears.
I am stone. I\u2019m flesh.
My clouded reflection eyes me
like a bird of prey, the profile of night
slanted against morning. I turn
this way \u2013 the stone lets me go.
I turn that way \u2013 I\u2019m inside
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a difference.
I go down the 58,022 names,
half-expecting to find
my own in letters like smoke.
I touch the name Andrew Johnson;
I see the booby trap\u2019s white flash.
Names shimmer on a woman\u2019s blouse
but when she walks away
the names stay on the wall.
Brushstrokes flash, a red bird\u2019s
wings cutting across my stare.
The sky. A plane in the sky.
A white vet\u2019s image floats
closer to me, then his pale eyes
look through mine. I\u2019m a window.
He\u2019s lost his right arm
inside the stone. In the black mirror
a woman\u2019s trying to erase names:
No, she\u2019s brushing a boy\u2019s hair. <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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