Carol is over there at Paris Breakfasts torturing me with more paintings and photos of Fauchon, which she KNOWS I am no longer allowed into. (Even though, seriously, the reason was not my fault.)
And I just noticed that they have the two winning love sonnets from The State of Things contest for copies of Blame It on Paris posted. (The contest they ran for the Valentine’s Day interview last week.) I have to say, I am impressed. Because when they popped back into the green room 1 minute before the show and said they’d decided to make the contest for the best love sonnet, I thought, “Wait, are you nuts? You will get NO entries. Sonnets are HARD.”
But not only did they get entries, they got great entries. In fact, I strongly suspect that the two winners did NOT just whip those things out there after they heard the interview, that they were carefully crafted over time by two poets in the audience.
That always fascinates me, the things people are doing usually unperceived by most of the people they cross paths with–writing poetry or stories, creating art… The blogging world also seems to have an extremely high density of people who are doing things like that, or maybe it’s just that blogging is a medium that allows that side to be seen more clearly, as opposed to the side that goes and buys groceries and deals with cable companies.
I also have a theory that blogging might encourage creativity. Take food bloggers, for example. Mimi might have thoughts about this to share, but it seems to me blogging about food must in itself help to focus on all the detailed pleasures of a dish and of making it just as it must be an inspiration/encouragement to think of another dish for the next time. Maybe without the blog and the inspiration it brings back to the blogger, food-blogging households would be eating a lot more take-out.
Speaking of food-blogging, I did a very idiotic thing and submitted my Truffles Nefarious story to the food-blogging world’s monthly Sugar High Fridays. And now it is just sitting there humbly among all these glorious dishes and photos. Which I knew it would be. Given Some People’s accusations that I am obsessed with food it’s probably obvious that I have looked at food blogs before. But I got carried away with the story of it and forgot that the people actually looking at the SHF roundup would be focusing a little bit more on the Food. And the gorgeous photos.
Meanwhile, since we are on my shortcomings, not only am I not up to food blogger standards but I have never been able to write a single good sonnet. BUT, you see how I’m sneaking around to a brag, because I HAVE mastered the…wait for it, it’s a hard one…almost no one masters it…the…VILLANELLE.
In FACT, I have only won 2 poetry contests and had 3 published poems in my life, and one of them was in a journal that published 500 poems by different poets and paid the poets $2 each and then offered the journal, if they wanted a copy of their published poem, at the regular price of $8. Which I thought was pretty smart on their part.
And one of them was a villanelle. Fortunately, it was one of the poetry contest winners and not one of the published ones. I say “fortunately” because, you know, it IS a fantastic villanelle in terms of poetry. Really. But I prefer to TELL you that rather than expose it to you and leave you to judge for yourself.
Because the poetry contest was a children’s poetry contest, and I was a child (which I just mention in case anyone thought I was entering children’s poetry contests as an adult). And which, you know, might be what caught the judges’ attention. How many other villanelles could possible have been entered? Which is not to say that my villanelle isn’t fantastic. It IS. It scans like anything. But it is MAYBE just a tad overwrought and sentimental in terms of its actual subject material.
I had this passionate belief in whales and dolphins and Earth back then, you see. Which I still have, especially now that I have actually seen whales and dolphins. And when you have seen Dusky Dolphins leaping and doing twin somersaults over the waves, and you have seen a giant sperm whale flip up its giant tail to dive and get away from those pesky, hyperactive little dolphins that keep coming around to interfere with its peace and quiet; well, then, you definitely believe in them.
You just don’t believe in writing about them in overwrought and sentimental fashion which includes lines like…well, I’m just not going to go into it.
Still, if I ever have another truffle contest (which I will NOT; I can’t take giving away truffles anymore; my doctor said it was wrecking my health), it will be for the best villanelle. Because I am getting more crafty as time goes on and bet nobody would enter, so I could eat all the truffles myself…