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  May 2005
volume 3 number 2
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Marie Lecrivain & Angel Uriel Perales
Luis Rodriguez: poet, journalist, and activist
Marie Lecrivain
Revelations of a Autodidact
Laura A. Lionello & Douglas Richardson
Victor Infante's Warhol Days
Aire Celeste Norell
Richard Beban's What the Heart Weighs
Peggy Dobreer
Piece By Peace, at Caf? Bolivar
Carlye Archibeque
Dana Gioia's DISAPPEARING INK: Poetry at the End of the Print Culture
Francisco Dominguez
Angel Uriel Perales? Long-Poetry and Lyrical Prose
Angel Perales
Ars Poetica: Rick Bursky, author of The Soup of Something Missing
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Marie Lecrivain May 2005


Revelations of a Autodidact

† † † † † † † † I have a naturally curious mind.

† † † † † † † † I like to learn things but

† † † † † † † † I do not like to be taught
. -Winston Churchill

† † Iím descended from a long line of domestic artists. My aunts, mother and sister all bake, sew, and knit with the same confidence and skill Michelangelo used to wield his paintbrush and sculpting tools.

† † I burn the crusts on pies. I canít hem a straight line, or get all the nasty pubic hairs off the bottom of a toilet seat with one swipe of a sponge. My memories are full of battles I had with my mother, god bless her, and the struggle to teach me how to do things her way.

† † The summer before last, I learned to knit at an upscale craft store in Brentwood. It cost me ninety dollars (imported hand-dyed silk and cotton yarn from England is expensive). I learned in five minutes. The clerk showed me how to ďcast onĒ the first two rows, and then handed me the needles. I felt no reluctance. I just started knitting.

† † When my mother saw me knitting two days later, I can still recall the irritation on her face while she watched me. I remember the conversation we had about my reluctance, and stubborn refusal to learn in the traditional way: the passing of this art from mother to daughter.

† † Despite my rebellious nature, I've learned many things from my mother, including the valuable skill of forthrightness, and Iíve approached my literary edcuation in the same manner. At this moment, Iíve yet to enter the hallowed halls of academia.

† † My artistic beginnings are rooted in photography and journalism (the print kind; the one whose dubious ethics vanished when it was absorbed by the electronic media). When I entered the poetry scene, I found myself overwhelmed. Who knew Los Angeles had so many poets, and that the scene was so diverse. I was excited, but keenly felt my lack of skill in this medium would keep me from ďgetting ahead.Ē

† † Yes, I admit to harboring a competitive streak. The upside is that it fuels my desire to hone my gift, and to grow as a writer.

† † My first revelation: There is freedom in learning from strangers. You canít get hurt, you can even experience the almost lurid thrill of putting yourself Ė creatively speaking Ė in the hands of someone who knows nothing about you, and who in all likelihood will never see you again.

† † For example, a master poet who taught a one-day workshop I attended last summer, who had no bond with me, also had no compunction to tell all the attendees what he liked/disliked about their work. He was respectful with his encouragement, and direct assessment of our individual and collective progress.

† † I discovered, paradoxically, the word of someone Iíd never even met before held more weight than those of my closest friends who are ever reluctant to give feedback when asked.

† † The pieces I started that day solidified the foundation for a series of rebirth poems Iíve been working on for the past year. The exercises he introduced me to have gave me a much-needed touch of discipline, and re-ignited an appreciation for classic poetry forms I'd begun to eschew in favor of more contemporary language.

† † Which leads me to my next revelation: Learning from oneís peers. There are two poets I often turn to for an honest critique. The first is Angel Perales, author of The Brown Recluse (2002 Rumrazor Press), in whose perceptions on poetic matters I have absolute faith.

† † The second is Karen Corcoran Dabkowski, the editor of The Blue House, an independent poetry ezine that features a select group of maverick and talented poets.

† † The most important axiom I learned from the both of them is NOT to follow the status quo, not to "dumb down" my poetry for publication purposes or to please an audience.

† † Iíve also learned how to let a poem follow its course, which sometimes means letting go of my pre-conceived notions of how I think it should progress, and then end.

† † Finally, Iíve learned to remind myself if I donít like what either one of them have to say, I'm the one who requested the assessment, and these two are generous enough to give it to me.

† † In the years I've been in the poetry scene, Iíve witnessed poets who turn to each other seeking artistic guidance and direction with a great deal of success.

† † A few of my peers know my work best through hearing it at open-mics, reading it via email, or in a literary journal. Our no matter where we are, invariably turn to poetry.

† † Our journals come out, the recitation of new lines commences, and the feedback begins. At whatever level a poet may be, there are those who do take the time to help another along. The rewards are an appreciation for diversity of thought, the strengthening of bonds within our community, and the chance to learn something in return.

† † My third revelation: My role as an editor, and the constant exposure to so MUCH poetry and prose over the last two years have forced me to take a more hard-line approach with my writing.

† † Where I used to declare a poem or prose piece (including this essay) done in one draft, I now take the time to let a piece develop. I sit on it, or set it aside. I think about it, and wonder what I am REALLY trying to say; am I conveying my ideas correctly, and honestly enough?

† † The competitive streak I have been blessed with, along with a certain amount of arrogance will not let my writing rest until itís crafted to MY satisfaction.

† † Itís almost perverse to approach my journey through writing in such an unorthodox fashion, but itís worked. I look at the flotsam I churned out in my first year, and wonder what could've happened if Iíd taken a more traditional route to better myself as a writer.

† † Technically, I wouldíve been better, (I donít suck, but Iím no Shakespeare!) but I donít know if I wouldíve kept my commitment to writing.

† † Would I have gone out of my way to look deep within myself to find the truths I seek through writing? Would I have met all the wonderful folks I know now? Would I have been brave enough to keep asking questions, to keep my desire to learn alive, to push myself into areas of writing I frankly found intimidating? Would I have even started poeticdiversity?

† † My last revelation: I will be going back to higher education later this year to finish my interrupted studies and get my piece of parchment. I have a tremendous amount of respect for those who brave the academic route; the sacrifices they make, and the time they invest to complete a course of discipline I still have to master. But, Iíll never forget what I have learned on my own, and from those around me.

† † I play well with others, but always on my terms.

copyright 2005 Marie Lecrivain


Marie C Lecrivain

author's bio

    Marie C Lecrivain is the executive editor and publisher of poeticdiversity: the litzine of Los Angeles, a jewelry designer, and a writer in residence at her apartment.
    Her prose and poetry have appeared in a number of journals and anthologies, including: The Los Angeles Review, Nonbinary Review, Gargoyle, Pirene's Fountain, Orbis, A New Ulster, and others.
    Marie's newest poetry chapbook, Fourth Planet From the Sun, will be published in 2020 by Rum Razor Press. She's an associate fiction/essay editor for The Good Works Review, and the curator of several anthologies including Octavia's Brood: Words and Art inspired by O.E. Butler (© 2014 Sybaritic Press), Rubicon: Words and Art Inspired by Oscar Wilde's "De Profundis" (© 2015 Sybaritic Press), and Gondal Heights: A Bronte Tribute Anthology (© 2019 Sybaritic Press).
    Marie's avocations include photography; meditation; Libers CCXX and XV; marmosets; Christopher Eccleston, H.P. Lovecraft, and Sean Bean (depending on what day of the week it is); her co-owned cat Guinness; misfit and vintage dolls; the number seven, and sensual tributes upon her neck from male artists-except male poets, who only write about it.

    "Writing is like having sex with a beautiful freak; adventurous and uncomfortable to the extreme." - m. lecrivain 2004

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