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on Jan. 5 2012

A minor treatise on cliche

How do you decide when to use or not use cliche?

The most important thing to understand is what cliche is: replacement of thought with a shorthand representation of thought.

Technically, I suppose, all writing is just that, but in the case of cliche, it's a bit more insidious. The tendency of many of us is to whip right through the thought and jot it down.

Cliches are shortcuts. Instead of forming the whole thought, we skip right ahead to the description of the thought neatly provided by common words and phrases. This is the antithesis of poetry, where the thought itself is supposed to be examined and presented in a unique way.

So, it is correct to say, 'it's fine to use them with a twist' -- because then what you're doing is taking advantage of the audience's prediliction to jump to conclusions based on cliche, and then leading them down a new path and opening up a new line of thought.

When a cliche merely fits in the line, both literally and metaphorically, it is the sign of a lazy writer.


This, I think, extends beyond just the use of certain 'clicheed phrases' and on to entire poems. It is not enough for a poem to paint a lovely picture of a sunset. We all know that sunsets are lovely, to describe it thusly is neither useful, nor enlightening.

If the writer wishes the writing to be something other than cliche, then the trite subject matter must be approached in a different way. This is the key. So much has been written, that it would seem that there is nothing original left to say, and yet, there is.

A sunset begs so many questions, with so many possible answers, the image only requires that the poet ask a question not normally asked, or answer a normally asked question in a different way.

For example, Why is the sunset beautiful? Commonly, poets attribute this to God. Or not. But perhaps asparagus is a better answer -- the vitamins in asparagus giving the poet better vision, and thus more ability to perceive the subtleties of co! lor otherwise imperceptible.

The image is the same regardless, but the context is changed from the cliche of God's painting to the silliness of the poet's musings. Musings which will lead the audience to wonder about the very nature of their own perceptions, and how physicality affects spirituality. Where the lines blur between mauve and metaphysical, that is where the cliche's are burnt away.

I would offer the idea that a poet should throw away high-style while forming the thought. Clarity is far more important then. Strip down the cliche. Slice out the sesquipedalians. Eliminate the inversions.

Before building the poem, find the core of your point. What are you trying to say? If you are saying the same thing a thousand other people have said a thousand other times, that does not mean it's not worth saying. It means that you have to say it differently.

Cliches are the symptom, not the problem. The problem is lack of thought.

If you have no point, do not write. If your point is ridiculous. If your point is to be silly. If your point is to practice some skill or subset of skills for later works, that is more than good enough. Don't be afraid of the critics. Don't cater to them. Think. Do.

Be.

Do not accept the limits, but understand them. Cliches are only one type of constraint, I can think of several more.

When you know the 'why' it is much easier to decide when to say, 'why not?'



on Oct. 1 2008

Sage Brush, Pain and Mounting Anxiety

Hey folks,

Not that i expect you to worry.



Don't be looking to me for sage advice anymore, my wisdom teeth are being removed today.

I definitely won't be around until tomorrow - possibly longer, depending how i feel. If I die or anything, i'm sure Ellen (Anstey Ellen) will let everyone know. She's nice like that.

If I die and you want some of my ashes to spread, just let her know, she'll take care of you.

Not that Wisdom Tooth removal has a high mortality rate -- but i might want to die, and if that's the case, well...

anyways.

I'll be in touch.

Love,
stephan

After these messages..

Hey folks, i'm heading out for a first communion in New Jersey. I'll be home tomorrow morning.

If any of you have any inclination - please pump the contest wherever you can. It's a huge help to me! I'll be back tomorrow to continue working on the site.

 

At the Printer

The magazine is being printed as we speak. Seriously.

First proof will be in my hand this afternoon. The cover proof as well. The finished product tomorrow and thursday. In the mail... to all you people who purchased copies already.

Oh yes.

 

 

Back from Vacation!

Hey folks, I'm back!

Ok, so this week, here's my agenda:

a) Promote Contest, get 20 people to enter!

b) get submission for magazine.

c) Work with Julie to fix some printing issues.

d) Work with Leanne and Tracey to get the flow of material for next issue going.

e) Eat Cheese.

f) Talk to Julie about site etc.

g) Touch base with new members on what isn't working and what is.

h) to comment on some of the great ne4w stuff on the site.

 i) eat cheese.

j) Sell another 25 magazines.

k) sing.

Breakfast

I don't often have breakfast. I usually just wait until lunchtime. Except on the weekends, then I'll indulge.

Am I the only one in the world that really loves cream of wheat?

And just as importantly, lumps. I love lumps in my cream of wheat, and incidentally in my oatmeal as well. I am sure that it'd be wiser for me to have oatmeal, seeing as it's a very good way to keep colestyrol down, but today I wanted cream of wheat. So sue me. 

catching up

Sometimes, I make poor choices. Ok, usually, I make poor choices. You really don't have to make such a big thing of it.
Well, I have been writing quite a bit, but it's a bit of a hodgepodge. I have a ton of work to do for work. But I feel ready to submit for the first time.

Well, technically, not the first time, but it's been maybe 15 years or more.

I am good enough to get into journals at this point, there's no reason not to submit. If i'm rejected, I am tough enough to handle it. that wasn't the case a couple of years ago. My confidence is a lot higher now.

Let's see how it goes.

couple of things

hey Folks, Sorry for being sparse today. I really haven't felt great, just a cold, you all know how it goes. Anyways...

I'm going to try to catch up before i go to bed. But in the advent i don't get too far before I drift off...

a) I've got a reading on Wednesday, any suggestions what I should read?

b) Comcast.net email addresses are having a problem from this particular webhost. They're working on the problem. IN the meantime, I don't have any pallatable solution. I believe this affects about a half-dozen members. Sorry.

c) Upgrade to the software coming this week, hopefully improve some speed issues. Fingers crossed on that. (also it'll have a fix for the links to the specific pages)

d) Other stuff that I'm forgetting. blah blah blah. Um. yeah. Ok then. When I think of it, I'll post it.

Death's first name is Eugene

This is why he has no compassion. His parents didn't even have the heart to call him Gene. Oh no. Always Eugene.

I feel pity for death really.

Sure he's anti-social. Anti-life. Anti-Healthcare and Anti-Laundry Detergent. But it goes much deeper than that.

Death's problems are rooted deeply in a neglectful home, and parents unwilling to give the proper nurturing. 

All death wanted was tuba lessons, a pack of smokes, and peach iced cream. Is that too much for a young skeletal man to ask?  Of course not. 

He never got any of that. He just walked around the house lethargically muttering, "dum dum DEE dum DUM dee dum dum dum DUM dum" and sighing a lot. Oh for want of a tuba.

Then to make matters worse, he hardly ever got fed, until he withered away to nothing but bones. Not even any skin.

Unforgivable.

His parents were just awful. When I meet death, it'll be with a hug and a tuba. That's what I say. 

Does Stephan Suck?

Yes, but i the good way.
Yes. ... Just yes.
Not often enough.
No, not really.
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