14 5 / 2012

"Man, can you cook with words!! Not so much with food (yet) but if words were food, and they are for the the brain and heart, you’d be a very young Julia Child." -Edie to me
      While I am delighted by the compliment, I have to correct my trusty mentor, Edie. She is right: I can cook with words. But I can’t “bake” with words. 
        If narrative writing is “cooking” with words, then poetry and song lyrics are “baking” with words. Baking requires science just as poetry and song lyrics require a rhyme scheme and syllable structure to follow. 
       This morning, a very talented guitarist played a few chords for me via Skype. He did the worst thing imaginable, which was: he asked me to improvise song lyrics. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? No! Because the song put this very clear image of a hayride in my head. Now I have spent the better half of my day coming up with lyrics for a hayride-themed song. 
        I literally cannot stop trying to build this rhyming story. It’s infuriating! So far, I have the hayride (obviously), and there’s a boy and girl…and it’s October. The girl has just come back from a terrible summer. It’s changed her. The boy doesn’t know her too well, but he wants to coax her out of the house. He wants to get her to come on a hayride with him and he wants to cheer her up. Now I have a document called: “Hay song” and a headache. Maybe I need to learn? Or maybe poetry/song-writing abilities are genetic. What do you think?

"Man, can you cook with words!! Not so much with food (yet) but if words were food, and they are for the the brain and heart, you’d be a very young Julia Child." -Edie to me

      While I am delighted by the compliment, I have to correct my trusty mentor, Edie. She is right: I can cook with words. But I can’t “bake” with words. 

        If narrative writing is “cooking” with words, then poetry and song lyrics are “baking” with words. Baking requires science just as poetry and song lyrics require a rhyme scheme and syllable structure to follow. 

       This morning, a very talented guitarist played a few chords for me via Skype. He did the worst thing imaginable, which was: he asked me to improvise song lyrics. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? No! Because the song put this very clear image of a hayride in my head. Now I have spent the better half of my day coming up with lyrics for a hayride-themed song. 

        I literally cannot stop trying to build this rhyming story. It’s infuriating! So far, I have the hayride (obviously), and there’s a boy and girl…and it’s October. The girl has just come back from a terrible summer. It’s changed her. The boy doesn’t know her too well, but he wants to coax her out of the house. He wants to get her to come on a hayride with him and he wants to cheer her up. Now I have a document called: “Hay song” and a headache. Maybe I need to learn? Or maybe poetry/song-writing abilities are genetic. What do you think?