Friday, March 9, 2012

Poem of the Week: Sonnet 116: William Shakespeare's "Let me not to the marriage of true minds..."

Shakespeare was a total genius. (Late news just in!) Not only could he write plays and sonnets with the best of them, he could write better plays and sonnets than his contemporaries, and of course he is the gold standard by which all other writers are judged (and fall short).


At that time there were certain conventions in play-writing and poetry which lesser poets observed religiously. Shakespeare didn't. He used the forms and traditions while at the same time working incredible changes on them. Example: Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy, correct? Lots of killing and the "star cross'd lovers" tragically dead at the end. (I think they're a couple of hormonal idiots, but that's just me.) The change Shakespeare rings on the play is that it begins as a comedy (there are lovers separated by an obstacle--the families' feud--who nonetheless come together with the help of not one but two tricky servants (the Nurse, Friar Lawrence) and there is a wedding. Up until Romeo kills himself, the play could have been a comedy (I know, Tybalt and Mercutio die, but they're collateral damage of sorts. And hot-headed fools.). In fact, the Victorians hated sad endings and so re-wrote the last scene. Juliet wakes up in time; Romeo doesn't kill himself and they run away and live happily ever after. But the ending as originally written is, you know, tragic.


Same thing with the sonnets. The tradition form and themes are worked with and worked over. The sonnet tradition said, "Tell us what love is in your sonnet." William Shakespeare said, "Because I am an overwhelming genius, I will tell you what love is not in my sonnet." And he did:


Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Ideas for Writers: Hints for Taking the Essay Portion of the SAT

I know, I know, the demographic for Biscuit City is not exactly one that will be taking the SAT (I'm not sure just what the demographic for BC is, but I somehow think it doesn't include a lot of high school readers). Anyhow,  I figure some of you have children or grandchildren who are taking the test so I thought this week's writing advice should be about taking the essay portion of the SAT. Or maybe you're headed for college for the first time at age 83. Good for you! Rock on!


I would consider myself an expert at what makes a good SAT essay without bragging  since I have personally scored over 100,000 of the writings. I can't say how or why I was able to do this or we'd all have to go under the Witness Protection to prevent a large and anonymous company from finding us and making us the victims of "extreme renditions" to obscure places like Newark or Bangor.

So we'll just assume I know what I'm talking about. That said, here are my tips for writing a good SAT essay:

1. Answer the prompt! Stay on the subject. Essays peripherally connected to the subject count, but I wouldn't stray too far afield. If the subject is the influence of media on culture, don't write about your lacrosse career.

2. Be specific! Use examples and stories. Factual accuracy does not count in this test so you can make up facts ("Benjamin Franklin invented the light bulb"), but it doesn't make scorers happy. The College Board says this is a test of writing and critical thinking, not of factual recall. But the better writers get it right. I'm just sayin'.

3, Don't waste time doing a rough draft. You're writing a timed test, not the Great American Novel. Jot down a few ideas if you need to, and then write.

4. Be organized. Transitions are your friends. Do a quick outline or web or jot list or whatever makes you happy. Don't take all day doing it, though.

5. If you see you're running out of time and you're not finished, start throwing down ideas. If it's there, the scorers can count it. If it's still in your mind they can't read that, as good as they might be.

6. Remember the test is one of critical thinking. Show some evidence of that, somehow.

7. Reserve the last one to two minutes for proofreading. Spelling errors and miswritings don't count against you, but they don't help, either.

8. Relax and enjoy yourself. Make us proud!

9. Practice before the test. There are sample prompts and papers on line Write, write, write! Good luck!

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Local Writer of the Week, an Extra Gravy Feature of Biscuit City: DeeDee Sauter

Introduction:

Good morning and welcome to Extra Gravy, a Harrison Bergeron Production coming to you from the glass-enclosed studios in Biscuit City, a wonderful magical land where all your dreams come true, everyone is intelligent and beautiful and has a ton of money! And it’s 72 degrees and sunny year ‘round. Our guest today is DeeDee Corbitt-Sauter, mom,  nurse, my Facebook friend, and author of  the “Tambourines and Elephants” column for Prince William Living, a monthly “lifestyle” magazine for Prince William County and greater Manassas. 
  
Dan: Welcome, DeeDee, to Extra Gravy, probably the world’s only virtual radio show without an audio.In fact, it's all in your head unless you have a friend over and take turns reading it aloud! 

It’s nice to be able to talk with you!
  
DeeDee: Thank you and for the record, I enjoy anything with gravy. That was lovely introduction with only a few corrections. You can go ahead and get rid of the “Corbitt.” That’s my maiden name and is only useful when searching for my juvenile record. I use it on FaceBook so my old friends can find me although I really have no desire to go that far back in life. I was never a school nurse, although I think that would be really funny. My background is mostly ICU. But I have also taught nursing and supervised home health.

Dan: I first became aware of you because my daughter Amy said you were a very funny person and had a column. I read your work and fell on the floor laughing. You are a very funny lady. Could you say something funny right now?

DeeDee: Wow. That is a great deal of pressure for someone who is not a part of the original cast of Saturday Night Live. If you were my 10 year old son, all I would have to say is “sexy.” Follow that with a synonym for lower intestinal gaseous emission and I could have you laughing half the day.

Dan: Have you always had this sense of humor and where did it come from? Did you grow up in a funny family? Or what?

DeeDee: I have always been funny in my head. Inside that cavernous abyss, especially late at night, I regale the house with amazing wit and a sharp tongue. But, for the early part of my life, my humor was hidden behind  coke bottle glasses and Pippi Longstocking pigtails. Wait, maybe that was the genesis of it all. Actually, I give significant credit to my dad. He worked long, hard hours and his time at home was greatly valued. My sister and I would tell him outrageous tales of our made-up adventures or dreams. If you have children, you know these stories want to make you poke your eyes out with a fork. So, as we inhaled to start whatever nonsense, he would look at his watch and say, “Is this going to take long?” She and I both learned how to tell a story that keeps the audience paying attention. I never said I was succinct though…

Dan: Your column is frequently about your family. Your last column was about you’re your children were going to be when they grow up. You wrote about children who aspired to be inanimate objects, right? That was so funny. Can you tell us about that?

DeeDee: Frankly, it’s poor form to mock other people’s families. I mean without their permission. I often do, but change the names…. So, I am forced to make my family the center of my writing. I worry about them enough, might as well use my writing as therapy. That column started at Thanksgiving when I was asked, for the 100th time, what I thought Henry, my youngest, would be when he grew up. Since I didn’t have a good answer, the question was repeated at Christmas. He is two. I am hoping he is potty trained. I would sit with young moms and they would ply me with stories of their children’s genius and their potential futures. Made my eyes hurt. So, as I was ranting to an old friend, (she is older than I am) she honestly told me that her daughter wanted to be a stop sign. And an umbrella. But can you imagine the power you would wield if you could be a stop sign? Phenomenal.

Dan: I’m getting a little ahead of myself. How did you learn to write, and who encouraged you?

DeeDee: I have a vague recollection of learning to write my name in kindergarten. I recall being proud… little did I understand that my name consisted of 2 letters. Later in life, my mother told me that I was in the slow reading group because I just refused to cooperate. I am fascinated by the sentence that can portray a feeling or conjure a smell or reveal a memory… so I started with newsletters. My friends have always encouraged me. I have never believed them.

Dan: So how did you come to write your column?

DeeDee: I know the editor, Elizabeth Kirkland, and she asked me if I would be willing to take my writing to her new magazine. Naturally, not being able to say no, and not understanding the pressure, I agreed. Now that I know all those things, I would still say yes!

Dan: Do you ever get interesting comments from your readers? Could you tell us about those, please?

DeeDee: I have no idea. I never actually get feedback from the column. My friends often tell me they laughed or give me an anecdote that is similar to the storyline and I love that. Love it. But other than that, I don’t hear much!

Dan: How do your husband and family regard your writing? Do they give you special treatment?

DeeDee: I get a great deal of special treatment because I am that wonderful. Has nothing to do with my writing, simply because I am so lovely, easy going, laid back and sweet. Like June Cleaver. My husband is very supportive of my writing… he never even edits it and that drives me crazy because I know it needs it. 

Dan: Are you from this area? If not, where are you from?

DeeDee: I was born in DC, started out in Georgetown and then was raised in a townhouse in Lake Ridge. Lake Ridge was nothing back then and Manassas was considered “the sticks.” If my parents said we were going to Manassas, we would moan with how far that trip would be. I left for college, did stupid things, got married, and eventually ended up back here. My husband is also from the area and we moved back here from Connecticut to be closer to our aging parents.

Dan: What can you tell us about your day job?

DeeDee: Exhausting. I often read organizational magazines to get a better handle on the house. I don’t follow the advice but I am fascinated by the sheer work it takes to come up with those ideas. I like to pretend I am the Mistress of the house and I must run about to ensure the house staff are doing their jobs properly and with respect. Is “staff” plural or singular? But when I start barking orders with a Britsh accent, I realize I have to stop watching Masterpiece Theatre.

Dan:Well, if you're British, "staff" is plural. "The staff are going go on holiday together." (Collective nouns in England always take a plural verb.) If you're American, collective nouns like "tribe" are singular. "The tribe is going to sue the socks off the Redskins for defamation and a few other things." So you must be British, as you suggest at the end of your answer. 

Mr. Grammar Person is pleased to answer all your grammar questions. That will be 25 cents, please.

I see you graduated from East Carolina University. My wife Becky is an ECU grad, but in music. Can you tell us about your time at ECU? (Go, Pirates!)

DeeDee: I did my undergrad at UVA and Grad school was ECU. Wow, that place has grown. Loved it. Grad students never have the same experience as the younger folk, but I lived the majority of that time in a complex called Tar River Estates which was a mecca for the drunken collegiate. It worked out well, as I worked nights when they were their loudest and I slept all day. It is a great school and the South is something everyone should experience.

Dan: I want to thank you for being with us on Extra Gravy from the Biscuit City studios today. I wish you well with your column. You’ve been a delightful guest.

We’d love to have you back sometime and we’ll look for your column each month. You must be a CCR fan, judging from the name of your column. Right? How did that name come about?

DeeDee: Again, funny story. I had a suggestion but it was considered offensive, which I found offensive. So Elizabeth suggested Tambourines and Elephants because she is a CCR fan. So, about two months ago, someone told her that the title was suggestive of illicit behavior and could be considered offensive. Love it. Full circle.

Dan: More offense than the Redskins have in an entire season in that answer!

Do you have anything you’d like to add to this interview?

DeeDee: Because this was a radio interview without a volume button, no one knew that I was all showered and professional for the occasion. I just wanted to mention that.

Dan: Indeed you were very showered and professional. Thank you...I have one final question. If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be? I would be a Brazilian rosewood tree because they are beautiful and their wood is used in high-end guitars.

DeeDee: Apple. I would be an apple tree because I want people to think of me as traditional, classic, dependable and nutritious.

Dan: And indeed you are, DeeDee!

We’ve been talking with DeeDee Corbitt Sauter, columnist, mother, wife, medical professional and humorist.  
This has been the Local Writer of the Week feature, brought to you on the  Extra Gravy show on the  Biscuit City Network. 

The Local Writer of the Week is a Harrison Bergeron Production and is sponsored by Your Momma’s Biscuits. Your Momma’s Biscuits, made with love like your momma used to do. Remember, Your Momma’s Biscuits taste just like your momma’s biscuits. So if your momma isn’t around, you can still have Your Momma’s Biscuits! Just like those your momma used to make only without all the fussing and smacking you in the head. Remember, if it’s not done by Your Momma Bakers, it’s not going to taste like a Your Momma’s Biscuit! 

This is Dan Verner, bidding you a fond adieu from the glass-enclosed nerve center of the Biscuit City Network  until next time when we’ll talk to another local writer.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Voices United 2012

 Voices United 2012, sponsored by the Manassas Chorale, will take place this Saturday, March 10 at 7:30 PM in Merchant Hall at the Hylton Performing Arts Center, with composer Joseph Martin leading the 150-voice Voices United Choir in a selection of his arrangements. Joe is one of the leading composers of choral music today with over 1200 compositions to his credit. He is also a phenomenal piano player and will play one piece during the concert. 

The first half of the concert will feature the 100-voice Manassas Chorale under the direction of Artistic Director Becky Verner in a program of anthems written, composed or arranged by Joseph Martin. Don't miss this annual event of great and moving music! http://www.manassaschorale.org/home.aspx http://hyltoncenter.org/ http://www.martin88.com/ 

Monday, March 5, 2012

Elementary, My Dear Watson

I read to my daughter Amy's fourth grade class on Read Across America day and also for Mary Ruth Spencer's class (loved her Cat in the Hat hat!) at Signal Hill Elementary.

I chose part of biography about Amelia Earhart and read the last chapter,  about her last attempt to fly around the world at the equator. Then I taught the class the chorus to a song that was popular right after her disappearance in 1939, "Amelia Earhart's Last Flight" and we sang it together. I was amazed at how well-behaved the kids were and how well they sang.

I also had a chance to watch the teachers and students in action. The kids move through the halls to French or P.E. or lunch and are orderly and quiet. Kudos to the teachers and staff at this school, at any elementary school or any school for that matter for the amazing job they are doing nurturing and instructing the future. All you guys--students, teachers, staff, wherever you are--ROCK THE HOUSE!

I'll be back next year! Thanks!

Here's a link to the original song by "Red River Dave." Enjoy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAvtHMJS1O8

Friday, March 2, 2012

Poem of the Week: "Birches" by Robert Frost

I was reminded of this poem yesterday when our papers landed in a puddle and, in spite of being in a plastic bag, ended up soaked. I had to spread them out to dry on the deck railings and was reminded of the image in this poem," Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair/ Before them over their heads to dry in the sun," a sight not often seen in these days of electric hair dryers.

"Birches" is not as well known at "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" or "The Road Less Traveled," but well worth a read.

WHEN I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.
Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them
Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning
After a rain. They click upon themselves
As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored
As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.
Soon the sun’s warmth makes them shed crystal shells
Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust—
Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away
You’d think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.
They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load,
And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair
Before them over their heads to dry in the sun.
But I was going to say when Truth broke in
With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm
(Now am I free to be poetical?)
I should prefer to have some boy bend them
As he went out and in to fetch the cows—
Some boy too far from town to learn baseball,
Whose only play was what he found himself,
Summer or winter, and could play alone.
One by one he subdued his father’s trees
By riding them down over and over again
Until he took the stiffness out of them,
And not one but hung limp, not one was left
For him to conquer. He learned all there was
To learn about not launching out too soon
And so not carrying the tree away
Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise
To the top branches, climbing carefully
With the same pains you use to fill a cup
Up to the brim, and even above the brim.
Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish,
Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
I’d like to go by climbing a birch tree,
And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk
Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more,
But dipped its top and set me down again.
That would be good both going and coming back.
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Works in Progress

When I am around other writers, they sometimes will talk about having "writer's block" or experiencing difficulty writing. I feel their pain, having experienced this from time to time myself. I heard a writer once answer the question, "What do you do about writer's block?" He said, "I lower my standards and keep on going!" He went on to say that he could always revise what he had written when he got his mojo back (my words, not his--he said, "When I'm able to write well again").

I think a key is also to write at the same time, in the same place if you can do it. I've known writers who are still working at their day jobs who get up early (4 AM for example) and put in three or four hours before heading to work. Others who can't manage a block of time (like me, even though I am retired) will write whenever and wherever they can. That's what I tend to do although most of my writing is done on our desktop in the "computer room" (AKA the glass-enclosed nerve center of the Biscuit City Network--a fiction of my mind, I have to admit). If I can't use that, I have a laptop and email the files to myself so I can have them on the desktop. I don't like to carry a laptop around when I'm running errands, so I will end up putting down ideas or phrases or even paragraphs on notecards if I have one or scraps of paper if one is available or my hand (the original Palm Pilot--ar, ar). I could carry my writer's notebook but I'm afraid of losing that after I misplaced it for a month because I took it to church and left it there and forgot about it.

I've also talked recently with another writer about the usefulness of deadlines to move the process along. I along with others  always want to change what I've done, fiddle with it, make it better. A deadline puts a stop to that, although deadlines do result in some late nights and close calls. I do have a deadline for my Observer column although my editor is very understanding. I still try to respect deadlines so I don't inconvenience the publication which has to meet a publishing deadline.

And if I want to change something that has been published, I can always put a "director's cut" here. I can do that because I write short pieces that will fit into a blog space, although I don't really know how long these posts can be. I haven't written pieces that are that long. It is possible to re-do a book, but you have to be Stephen King or someone like that to do so.

One author said it well about finishing a work when he remarked, "I never finish a piece: I simply give up on it."

So good luck to all those of us trying to finish pieces and meet deadlines. I hope you're able to do so, and that you don't have to give up on them! Keep writing!