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Feb 27 2016

Natalie Merchant: Songs of Innocence for Lost Children

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The Mountainsides of DreamsThe song begins with fiddle and flute, a seafaring tune. The lyrics start with a boy asking a sailor to bring him things from his upcoming travels around the world. By the end, the music slips into a sad tone. The lyrics are from a poem by the British poet, Charles Causley, “Nursery Rhyme of Innocence and Experience.” While Causley ends his poem with words capturing the devastation of war, for me the line,  “O where are the other girls and boys?” became the lament of a boy searching for a girl who tells stories, and all he can find in the home where she lived is a box of books set out on the sidewalk, fluttering in the wind.

The beautiful and haunting tune is by Natalie Merchant, who set Causley’s and other poet’s work about childhood to music for her 2010 album, “Leave Your Sleep.” The album provided a perfect background as I mentally mapped out my book for middle grade readers, The Island of Lost Children, a contemporary retelling of the story of Peter Pan and Wendy.

Little Boys Do Not Like Being Chewed“The Sleepy Giant,” lyrics by Charles E. Carryl, provides the gruesome images that introduced Wendy’s strange teacher turned pirate Captain Everett “Hookhand” Steed. “Little boys do not like to be chewed,” laments the aged behemoth, member of a villainous brotherhood who evokes some sympathetic feelings, as does Steed in time. The song, “Equestrienne,” about a “girl in pink on a milk-white horse,” inspired a scene from the book where stick horses become real horses. The poet Rachel Field provides the evocative verse:

Every hair of his tail is fine, and bright as a comet’s; His mane blows free,
And she points a toe and bends a knee,
And while his hoof beats fall like rain
Over and over and over again. 

Lydia Huntley Sigourney’s 19th century poem, “Indian Names,” about the plight of Native Americans put to musi,c becomes the theme of the “tribe” of children led by Cholena, a community of children most at home in the forests of the island. “Spring and Fall: To a Young Child,” using the words of Gerard Manley Hopkins, becomes the theme that reminds Peter of how he came to the island and learned to fly, and who was there to teach him.

O Where Are the Other Girls and BoysOne of the most beautiful songs on the album provided the soundtrack for the book’s ending, based on Robert Louis Stevenson’s poem, “The Land of Nod.” The song played in my head as I thought of Peter dropping off children one by one, back to their homes and with their families, the families he doesn’t have (or so he thinks).

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The character Lily, who decides at the last minute to return to the island with Peter, has not resolved her conflict with her adoptive mother. A scene I cut from the novel to save for a novella to come has Lily returning to China to seek her family, thanks to a Chinese coin given to her by the faery Bellatresse, through Peter. Listening to the song “The King of China’s Daughter” had me imagine Lily, accompanied by Wendy, soaring over the unfamiliar land of her birth, looking for the family lost to her, surrounded by clouds in the shape of writhing dragons:

I skipped across the nutmeg grove
I skipped across the sea;
But neither sun nor moon, my dear,
Has yet caught me.

My sincerest gratitude goes out to Natalie Merchant for this wonderful set of songs, most of which made for such sweet daydreams and who through them pleasantly helped midwife a story waiting to be told.

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Written by Kim · Categorized: Children's Books, Novels, Storytelling, Writing · Tagged: Music

Feb 01 2016

Freedom and Apology

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inmatesThe jail where I teach creative writing once a month is almost all concrete and steel. I check in on the first floor, trade my id for a clip-on card indicating I should be escorted and make my way up to the classroom on the fourth floor. At various steps, I wait at those heavy steel doors to be buzzed in, one right after the other, passing the desk where I tell another set of deputies who I am and who I’m with before making my way to the final set of doors where the class is held, to examine the subject of apology.

Last  month, the subject was apologies. We started with three songs—from Brenda Lee, Elton John and John Lennon. “What’s the common thread?” I asked them. Several surprised me by how the songs brought out their emotions of regret. Children, partners, family members—they related to the singers’ words of apologies even though the songs were more than a decade old and they are largely in their 20s and early 30s. Later, gathered in groups, they turned the words of those three songs into one of their own—and then sang or rapped them. One performance was musical, another serious and passionate, and the third, extremely funny.

We wrapped up with one of William Carlos William’s poems, the one about the plums he apologized for taking from the ‘ice box’ but that were so cold and delicious, so how could he not? Apology with no regrets. The women wrote their own poems about apologizing for something that they weren’t really sorry for. One wrote of the rush from taking a drug she was now ready to say, ‘bye, bye’ to. Another prefaced her reading by saying she never really believed an apology was sincere, while all around her the women she shared space with spoke of their feelings of regret. About what they’d done in the past. The affect of their actions on others.

We ended by talking about the act of saying, “I’m sorry,” apologizing with intent of making things right. The 12 Steps of Recovery are posted on the wall. Make a moral inventory. Make a list of all persons harmed. Become willing to make amends to them all.

And not apologizing for everything, as we women tend to do, as if everything’s our fault.

Once the class was done, I walked into the night with the two volunteers who provide vital assistance during those two hours. We escaped the concrete and steel, free to do what we wanted to do and go where we wanted to go, I thought of those women I left behind, hoping the power of putting their thoughts to paper helps them along to that same freedom I enjoy at the end of each class. Free of whatever regrets holds them now and threatens to keep them coming back.

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Written by Kim · Categorized: Creativity, Imprisoned women, Inmates, Poetry, Writing · Tagged: apology, creative writing class, Dallas County jail, regret

Oct 06 2014

Road’s End in the Texas Hill Country

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Hill Country Graveyard

“Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking.
Traveler, the path is your tracks. And nothing more.”
XXIX, Antonio Machado

We made the drive in September, the beginning of the season when day slips early into dark. My husband Ron says that fall is the time when the older folks in the Texas Hill Country pass away, and the death in autumn of his father, two uncles, and an aunt lent support to that belief.

We’ve taken the route dozens of times over the past 20 years, through small west Texas towns, skirting farm and ranch land now stressed by drought. This time, instead of our usual visit to family, we made our way to say goodbye to Ron’s mother, Alta Wilhelm.

Over the years, the road and the destination helped my mind birth stories. The rolling hills covered with cedar inspired Guadalupe of the Angels, a novel set in the turn of the 20th century about the friendship of two farm girls, one Mexican and one white, one the daughter of landowners, the other of sharecroppers. Along with travels through East Texas, the landscape of the countryside about an hour north and west of San Antonio easily places me in a world of 100 years before.

As we approached our final destination, the weight of sadness fell slowly, a vague feeling in the quaint German town of Fredericksburg that thickened the closer we got to Kerrville, the town where my husband Ron was born and where his mother had died just a few days before. Mundane places along the road—grocery stores, diners–melded into recollections of the past and acted as reminders of what would never be again.

My mother-in-law, Alta, the epitome of a homebody, set out in the 1940s for Washington, DC., and as part of the Women’s Army Corps, was posted in the US capital. There, Alta served as a cryptographic technician, a decoder stationed in the Pentagon. Her work along with the fragmented decoding of other pieces of a message were compiled in another place. One of those messages revealed information on the dropping of the atomic bomb. To have left at a young age to travel to an unfamiliar place must have been a disconcerting trip for a girl from a small town in Texas.

A few weeks before her death, Alta made the same journey to the Pentagon at 92 years old, this time in a wheelchair, and visited the Tomb of the Unknowns and the World War II memorial. In the 70 years between the two trips, she preferred to stay close to home, to be surrounded by the familiar. The path throughout her life was often short and safe. Her son  took a different route–we have traveled to Chile, Guatemala, Peru, Paris, Spain, England, with plans to travel more and often. Each journey has changed us because we want to be changed by them. Alta was more comfortable with the safety and security of what she knew, which makes that decision to set out for an experience thousands of miles away even more amazing to me.

We will make the Hill Country trip again, leave north Texas for the southwest of the state via Highway 67, but it will not be the exact same road. The regular stops will not be the exact same ones. The stories to be revealed will be new ones.

“By walking you make a path,
And turning, you look back
At a way you will never tread again.”

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Written by Kim · Categorized: Featured, Imagination, Inspiration, Writing · Tagged: Death, Hill Country, Kerrville, Texas, Women's Army Corps

May 17 2014

Vicki Caroline Cheatwood, Playwright

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Vicki CheatwoodVicki Caroline Cheatwood is an award winning playwright and screenwriter with seven full-length plays and several shorter plays to her credit, in addition to screenwriting projects that include one recognized at Cannes. In 2002, her screenplay Air (Escopa Films) won the Special Jury Gold Award at Worldfest Film Festival, and in 2005, the dark comedy feature 10:10 was a finalist in the Austin Film Festival. She has been a finalist for several national play writing honors, including the Heideman Award (The Risen Chris, Actors Theater of Louisville), The Julie Harris Playwright Award (An Hour South), and the Eileen Heckart Drama Award (Manicures & Monuments). 

One of her more recent plays is the powerful, Ruth, a beautiful re-imagining of the Hebrew/Old Testament story of Ruth and Naomi, set in contemporary America and focusing on the issue of immigration and displacement. 

While we talk, Vicki and I are sitting on the terrace of this beautiful home on Lake Como in Italy drinking frothy glasses of San Pellagrino and enjoying slices of a wonderful pie.

For those of you in the Dallas, Texas area, Vicki’s play “Manicures & Monuments” opened June 2014 at WaterTower Theatre in Addison.

 

KB: Vicki, talk a little about your work. What are the projects you’re most proud of?

VC: Right off the bat, PUP Fest comes to mind. It’s the annual young playwrights festival produced by Kitchen Dog Theater and Junior Players of Dallas. I’ve been involved with PUP Fest since the beginning, something like 13 years now. It’s amazing to think of how many young artists – writers and actors – who have been positively impacted by the program. Very cool!

KB: I like to focus on imagination and inspiration in our storytelling. What’s the most unusual thing that’s ever inspired you?

VC: Road trips have always been a big source of inspiration for me. My play “Manicures & Monuments” began as a “Hey, what if…?” question to my husband, as we were driving down the highway in his red Ford Ranger.

On another road trip – probably in that same little pickup – headed east from Dallas on some little two-lane highway, Mark was driving and I was looking out the window. We passed this little house situated right off the highway, a little old farm house, and there was a man sitting on the porch, a farmer, dressed in his work clothes, but he had a cane. We were going 60, 70 miles an hour, so it was just a flash of this image, but it really hit me. This old man, still getting up and putting on his overalls, hat, boots, jacket – but he’s not able to work anymore. I started thinking about all the other porches, and all the other people who sat on them, sidelined, unable to participate in their own lives anymore. I jotted down some notes, and went off and wrote a play about life, death and religion: “Fits & Starts: The Sacred Heart.” It ran on Off-Off-Broadway, and was reviewed in Variety. It bombed, but hey, it was reviewed in Variety!

KB:Wow! Off, off broadway and a review in Variety. That’s more than cool.

I’m intrigued to know more about your screenwriting projects. I’ve heard of Cannes. Never been there. Have you met George Clooney? Sorry, I digress.

VC: It’s one of the biggest honors of my life thus far, to say that I had a film that was screened at the Cannes Independent Film Festival. The producer/co-director of the film, Keith Oncale and Shawn Washburn, the other co-director, did fly to France for the screening of our film “break.” There was no way that I could go. Even if I’d had the money, my husband was very ill and in treatment for throat cancer. The day of the screening, I walked around at work struck by this odd, vague depression of having something so huge happening, and being so disconnected from it. I finally told one of my coworkers, “Hey I wrote a movie, and it’s screening at Cannes in France today.” She said something like “Wow, really?” and then we went on with our work.

That whole period of time seems like someone else’s very bad dream. And damnit, I didn’t get to meet George Clooney!

KB: I didn’t realize that this was all going on during that very difficult time in your life. That has to have been very tough–having something that you would have celebrated come right in the middle of that bad dream.

I originally had an interest in screenwriting, but it seems so dog-eat-dog-steal-idea business, something I don’t worry so much about when writing fiction. What’s your take having been closer to that business?

VC: I like writing screenplays, but I don’t think I’m a screenwriter. I like the challenge of writing pictures, visuals, but my gift is writing dialogue. As far as the business goes, other than my two produced short films, I’ve had very limited success in screenwriting. I have two feature-length screenplays that got circulated around and got great feedback, but that’s as far as it went. I was a finalist one year in the Austin Film Festival, which gave me close access to some big name producers, writers, actors and agents, a couple of whom seemed interested in my work…and that’s as far as I got. My friend Stephen Dyer, a producer and screenwriter who’s had good success, likes to say, “Hollywood is the only place where you can die of encouragement.” He didn’t originate that quote, but he’s sure lived it. As have my other friends who have done very well in films and television.

Probably the best advice about screenwriting that I’ve had as a writer came from the very fine actor Donal Logue, who brought a film that he’d directed to the AFF that same year that I was there. He told me to play to my strengths, to keep writing plays, and that they – meaning Hollywood –would come looking for me. And he was right, to a point. After the Austin festival, they did. Nothing came of it, so far, but I’ve had a couple of thrilling phone conversations. There’s not much more exciting and strange than taking a call from big-name producer, while you’re at work crouched behind a counter, wearing a zoo uniform and praying that nobody comes in.

 KB:Maybe someday you can wear that zoo uniform to the Tonys when you accept your award for best play. It paints a great picture.

Since I’m currently working on my own Biblically-based novel, a re-imagining of the life of Mary (Maryam), the mother of Jesus, I’m most interested in how your play, Ruth, came to be. How was it originally conceived?

VC: The seeds of “Ruth” came from my participation in a Disciple, an intensive and brilliantly designed study course that looks at the Bible as literature and history, as well as theology. I had such a rudimentary understanding of the Bible before going through Disciple. The stories really came alive for me, especially Ruth’s.

KB: In addition to “Fits & Starts: The Sacred Heart,” have the Bible/religion or Biblical characters inspired you in other ways?

VC: I wrote a short play about Jonah, a vaudeville/comedy. I love Jonah. He’s so me. Pissed off at God, and constantly running off in the opposite direction. And the story of Jael, the housewife who drives a tent stake through her enemy’s head. That one really stuck with me. Pun intended.

KB:Ha! I must learn more about this Jael. I, too, sometimes feel like I’m being pulled dragging and screaming toward my own Nineveh.

Of all the plays ever produced, what play do you wish you’d written?

VC: A cash cow! One that runs forever, and ensures that even if my sons grow up to marry women who can’t stand me, I’ll never end up living in a government-funded nursing home.

Seriously – I wish I’d written “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.” Something that real, charming, funny, and grounded. And, fundable by the wife of a major celebrity.

KB: Finish the following: “I someday want to see a play of mine produced starring _________ and ______ .”

VC: Me and George Clooney, but of course.

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Gratuitous photo of George Clooney
Gratuitous photo of George Clooney
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Written by Kim · Categorized: Creativity, Featured, Imagination, Inspiration, Interview, Movies, Playwrighting, Playwrights, Writers, Writing · Tagged: Cannes, George Clooney

Mar 23 2014

I Want to Be a Writer in a Wes Anderson Movie

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Grand BudapestLast week, I saw the latest movie by Wes Anderson The Grand Budapest Hotel, and I enjoyed spending an hour and a half in another mythical place. I don’t know who wouldn’t want to live in a winter wonderland on the side of a mountain, riding toy-like funiculars up and down snowy hills, every need attended to by a French concierge and assorted bell hops as an odd murder mystery takes place safely in the background. I can easily put myself in the place of a writer seeking refuge in a hotel past its prime—writing under a man’s name until I rebel and change my name from Andre to Andrea—while recovering from a debilitating melancholia. The writer in the movie is played by two actors—Jude Law and Tom Wilkinson. The actors who will play in both phases of my life over two visits, Catherine Deneuve and Bjork.

Two years ago, I slipped into life in Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom, and the family of Suzy Bishop who somewhat reminded me of myself at the age of 12 until she develops a relationship with the orphan Sam Shakusky, an escapee from Camp Ivanhoe. In my fantasy, there on the island of New Penzance, I will be an author writing under the name of Anastasia Duras and live in an isolated cottage working on the follow up to my cult blockbuster, A Life Remote. After a brief and intense affaire de coeurwith Captain Duffy Sharp, played by Bruce Willis, I will choose celibacy and a hobby rescuing small wildlife. I will ignore the wandering children, Suzi and Sam, acting out what one seemingly superior observer told me is a replay of Peter Pan and Wendy without the magic and flying. My part will be played by Tina Fey when Kate Blanchett declines.

Finally, in the movie The Royal Tenenbaums, I will join the family that I’ve always wanted to belong to. As Debbie Tenenbaum, I have three protégé siblings, one adopted, who struggle with an adulthood that doesn’t deliver on its early promise. Oh, to live in the house on Archer Avenue bought by my father Royal in the winter of his 35th year, have the noted author and anthropologist Etheline Tenenbaum as a mother, and enjoy the inspiration of two brothers and an adopted sister’s tumultuous lives. No one talks about Debbie, likely due to her lack of talent in her early years, her late teenage affair with neighbor Eli Cash, and the thinly veiled family saga she wrote that achieved limited success. Since Gwyneth Paltrow already filled the role of Margo, Debbie will be inhabited by Lena Dunham.

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