Poetry in Fiction, Samples – The Old American Artist, Part 3 Chapter 2
Pictured Left : “The Old American Artist”, available on Amazon Books.
Fiction, 36,000 + words.
Also in process to become an Audio book before Christmas 😉
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Poetry in Fiction, Samples – The Old American Artist, Part 3 Chapter 2
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Linked to dVersePoets OpenLinkNight # 117, hosted by Brian
Brian, co-founder of dVersePoets with Claudia, he in the U.S., she in Europe, has this to say in his prompt –
Tonight, someone will choose to share a poem for the first time, unsure what people will think. Tonight someone will put their heart on paper because they think it is about to stop beating. Tonight, someone will risk and love. Tonight, someone will open a door and another will close it. Tonight, someone will spill their drink when they stand up to carry the computer to their spouse so they can read the poem that just rocked their world.
In comparing my fiction piece to the poetry depiction, there are pieces left out, breaks added, meaning both clarified, and mutated.
They’re almost the same words.
But behave distinctly.
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Happy autumn!
My new header for my site is finally up.
Mr or Ms Lizard (my wife and I both think it’s a “she”) is still around, though the two inch baby is off somewhere growing up (hopefully). It’s nice to know our potted plant is a multi-use project. 🙂
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Poetry in Fiction, A New Series of Posts
This Post
My first installment in this series has an excerpt from this same novel.
I’d intended to do another poetry from fiction sample from a different work, but have had these lines minimized in a text file for weeks, and knew that weren’t going away til I released them. 😉
Considering that my narrator is nearing completion for final review of the audio version of this work, it’s probably a good thing to do this excerpt anyway. When the audio book is available on Amazon, iTunes, and Audible, he and I hope to do a co-interview with each other, finding out what the process was like for both author and narrator. It should be an interesting fun interview. 😉
Below, is an intro to this series, that I included in the first installment of posts in this series.
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Intro to Series
Several times, I’ve written about how poetry can lead to better, or, for the writer, a more interesting writing experience.
In this new series, I hope to show examples, from my own work, I feel are poetic. And, if not in a work of fiction, could stand alone as a work of poetry.
My only criteria will be: would I have posted this as a poem if I hadn’t written it into one of my fiction works?
Some will be short, some long, some very long or short.
I’ll post the fictional out take, including title it’s from, and any chapter information, if applicable.
Then, I’ll break it down, into stanzas, like a poem. With minimal editing. Respecting each medium.
Which, I’m assuming, will be very much like what it would also sound like, if read as a poem.
I’m anticipating this will be fun. 🙂
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Fiction & Poetry, Pros & Cons
It’s kinda ironic that, the strength I see most in each, is in its context.
The fiction excerpt has much more power in its context within thousands of other words to give it associated meaning.
And the poetry rendition of that excerpt, gains its power, from its opening to whatever it is the reader brings to the lines. Isolated from everything, except the reader.
I like both. 🙂
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Part 3 Chapter 2, The Old American Artist
Fiction
What persisted in not working was Arturo’s art. He liked what he saw in the land around him, but didn’t know how to start making sense of such new variety into his style of abstracts. Countrysides of meadows and hillsides and riverbanks didn’t lie flat as in his part of Texas. The land rumpled and rolled. Not in one large movement, but in turns and tucks, glades and ridges that tilted and swerved, as if the land was not earth but tossed water set still with coverings of grasses and tall trees green as the intensest blue-green viridian Arturo had ever found in paint.
“It’s a new visual language for me,” he told Rosetta at a local artists’ show of hills rolling in multiple directions, flood plains larger than football fields laid side by side around rivers, and ice dripped landscapes painted in dozens of whites.
Even the few painted abstracts he saw mirrored ice crystals and snow flakes frozen in sunlights in an air he couldn’t quite grasp.
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Poetry
Countrysides
meadows and hillsides and riverbanks
didn’t lie flat as in his part of Texas.
The land rumpled
and rolled.
Not in one large movement
but
in turns and tucks, glades and
ridges
that tilted and swerved
as if
the land was not earth
but
tossed water
set still
with coverings of grasses
tall trees
green as the intensest
blue-green viridian
Arturo had ever found in paint.
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hills
rolling in multiple
directions, flood
plains
larger than football fields laid side by side
around rivers and ice dripped
landscapes
painted in dozens of whites.
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Even the few painted abstracts
he saw
mirrored ice crystals
snow flakes
frozen in sunlights
in an air
he couldn’t quite grasp.
© felipe adan lerma
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The Indie Spotlight : “The Old American Artist, a Love Story”
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