Self-Isolation

I don’t write personal stuff on my blog often (although a lot of poems are of course) but today I will break that rule

I thought I would have NO problems with self-isolation (I write, I study, I read, I go for walks, it’s fine) and I haven’t had a problem until VERY recently (after more than a month of it – started on March 15 I think). I don’t see people much anyway in normal life – my next door neighbours about twice a week (brief chats), a friend about once every 8 weeks for a coffee or some outing, visits from Aussie friends rare and very welcome, online friends every day (same as now) with no cam though, a hug now and then (lonely strangers have been known to ask me for one of those – always granted, why not). I saw my sons eyes on cam a few weeks back (very nice) but last night I was trying to write a poem about how I feel in isolation (really feel) and the only line I got was this ………..
” desperate to look in someone’s eyes, I summon Deliveroo” ….. kind of funny but pretty much true. The postman (if he brings a parcel) knocks my door and zooms on – by the time I open the door he is gone. The corridors where I live (and even the laundry room) are like walking through a ghost town. The Deliveroo guys (being mostly East European) make eye contact and do that charming little hand on heart bow some people do (I like it) but what I realised last night is I miss STRANGERS! The ones I chat to at bus stops, the checkout girl, the person who just walks up to me in the park and starts telling me their life story. I really, really miss that. Longing to see them again.

napowrimo 2020

I will be beginning this soon for my 6th year – vowing to write a poem a day throughout April. I have succeeded each year. I have a blog dedicated to it where you can see the previous years. Visit~

https://napowrimodreamingpath.wordpress.com/2020-2/

My Late Start on National/Global Poetry Month

I didn’t get my usual notification and overlooked the start. I WILL be catching up. What follows explains what its all about and gives the Day 1 prompt

Na/GloPoWriMo is an annual challenge in which participants write a poem a day during the month of April. What do you need to do to participate? Just write a poem each day! If you fall behind, try to catch up, but don’t be too hard on yourself – the idea here is to expand your writing practice and engage with new ideas, not to stress yourself out. All too many poets, regardless of their level of experience, get blocked in their writing because they start editing even before they have written anything at all. Let’s leave the editing, criticizing, and stressing out for May and beyond! This month, the idea is just to get something on the page.

If you’ll be posting your efforts to a blog or other website, you can provide us with the link using our “Submit Your Site” form, and it will show up on our “Participants’ Sites” page. But if you’re not going to be posting your work, no worries! It’s not a requirement at all – again, all we’re really trying to do is encourage people to write.

To help with that, we’ll be providing some daily inspiration. Each day, we’ll be featuring a participant, providing you with an optional prompt, and giving you an extra poetry resource. This year, those resources will take the form of poetry-related videos.

And now, without further ado – let’s get to it!

Our first featured participant is Miss Ella’s House of Sleep, whose poem “Annie Edson Taylor’s Birthday Plunge,” used our early-bird prompt to explore a fascinating and little-known historical figure.

Our resource for the day is a short film of January Gill O’Neil reading (and acting out!) her poem “How to Make a Crab Cake.”

For our first (optional) prompt, let’s take our cue from O’Neil’s poem, and write poems that provide the reader with instructions on how to do something. It can be a sort of recipe, like O’Neil’s poem. Or you could try to play on the notorious unreliability of instructional manuals (if you’ve ever tried to put IKEA furniture together, you know what I mean). You could even write a dis-instruction poem, that tells the reader how not to do something.

An Investigation into Irish Faerie-Lore by David Halpin

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I’m delighted to welcome my friend and colleague David Halpin as a guest author at deadbutdreaming for an investigation into Irish faerie-lore. David writes extensively about Irish folklore and mythology, always producing insightful and thought-provoking articles based on meticulous research. These three pieces have been taken from his excellent Circle Stories Facebook page, which has become a go-to source for a perceptive understanding of Irish folkloric and mythological traditions. Each article is illustrated with David’s own distinctive photography of Irish sacred sites, some of which are included in this piece. Thanks to David for permission to republish these articles and photos here.

Ancestors, Fairies And The Soul In The Stars

One of the most puzzling omissions when it comes to Irish archaeology is the naming and observation of the ancient Irish shaman. Although there are some different views about who exactly the ancient Irish people were, what we can say…

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The Fourth World

There is truth in Myth

When I was about twenty-five, I was in touch with the Hopi by post – yes the Royal Mail UK (no email back then).

I don’t now recall how this happened exactly but never mind how. I think it had followed on from some previous Art College project about lost civilisations and ancient symbols.

The Hopi myths has always stayed in my mind.

Hopi legend tells that the current earth is the Fourth World to be inhabited by Tawa’s (god) creations.

The story states that in each previous world, the people, though originally happy, became disobedient and lived contrary to Tawa’s plan.

They fought one another and would not live in harmony.

The most obedient were delivered (usually by Spider Woman) to the next higher world, with physical changes occurring both in the people in the course of their journey, and in the environment of the next world.

In some stories, the former world was then destroyed by a great flood along with their wicked inhabitants, whereas in others the good people were simply led away from the chaos which had been created by their actions.

This was the third destruction of humanity for disobedience to natures laws.

It’s called the Fourth World because in the stories there had been three worlds before.

There are two main versions of the Hopi’s emergence into the present Fourth World.

The more prevalent one is that Spider Grandmother caused a hollow reed (or bamboo) to grow into the sky, and it emerged in the Fourth World. The people then climbed up the reed into this world, emerging from the ‘sipapu’. The location of the sipapu is given as in the Grand Canyon.

The other version (mainly told in Oraibi) has it that Tawa destroyed the Third World in a great flood.

Before the destruction, Spider Grandmother sealed the more righteous people into hollow reeds which were used as boats.

On arrival on a small piece of dry land, the people saw nothing around them but more water, even after planting a large bamboo shoot, climbing to the top, and looking about.

Spider Woman then told the people to make boats out of more reeds, and using island “stepping-stones” along the way, the people sailed east until they arrived on the mountainous coasts of the Fourth World.

That’s the version that stuck in my mind

Little children are often told the story of the sipapu, and the story of an ocean voyage is related to them when they are older.

The name of the Hopi Water Clan (Patkinyamu) literally means “a dwelling-on-water” or “houseboat”.

Upon their arrival in the Fourth World, the Hopis divided and went on a series of great migrations throughout the land.

Sometimes they would stop and build a town and then abandon it to continue their journeying.

They would leave their symbols behind on the rocks to show that Hopi had been there.

Hopi-world-symbol

For a very long time the divided people wandered in groups of families, eventually forming clans named after an event or sign that a particular group received upon its journey.

These clans would travel for some time as a unified community, but almost inevitably a disagreement would occur, the clan would split and each portion would go its separate way.

But, as the clans travelled, they would often form large groups, only to have these associations disband, and then be reformed with other clans.

These alternate periods of harmonious living followed by wickedness, contention, and separation play an important part of the Hopi myths.

This pattern began in the First World and continues throughout mythological history.

In the course of their migration, each Hopi clan was to go to the farthest extremity of the land in every direction. Far in the north was a land of snow and ice which was called the “Back Door”, but this was closed to the Hopi. However, the Hopi say that other people came through the Back Door into the Fourth World. “Back Door” could refer to the Bering land bridge, which connected Asia with North America.

The Hopi were led on their migrations by various signs or were helped along by Spider Woman. Eventually, the Hopi clans finished their prescribed migrations and were led to their current location in north-eastern Arizona. Most Hopi traditions say that they were given their land by Masauwu, the Spirit of Death and Master of the Fourth World.

So, today I was thinking about all this and I wrote a short poem ~

In the Fourth World

Atlantis, Mu, we deny they existed,

Legendary civilisations,

Lost forests,

Old pastures beneath the oceans,

Inundated by ancient flood.

 

Imagine,

all the species gone

since the time we began to explore

in lands beyond our own.

Many more in the last twenty years

with names we don’t even know.

 

Lost tribes.

The silenced forest peoples.

Add their names.

Remember.

They are legion,

in long queues behind our lives.

 

Yes! We face Armageddon

Unless we change.

Only the few will remain.

Take a warning away from this day.

 

People in future times

will say we didn’t exist.

We will become a myth,

a sad story of greed and grief

and the crime of disbelief.

We will become a myth.

We will become a myth.

 

 

 

 

 

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Chatanooga Choo Choo (written in a 1940’s themed cafe)

Churchill yells from the wall, ”Let’s go forward together!”
I look across the table. The Victoria Sponge is behind us. On closer inspection it’s dry and too heavy, rather like the days that are memorised here, in glamourised nostalgia.

I was born a little after the war and all I recall is the sweets still rationed and the bombsites; the sad, damp wall-paper flapping from shattered bedroom walls in the wind.

My newsfeed bleeps from my phone. Missiles aimed at Syria.

Back then Pearl Harbour was bombed.

The Chattanooga Choo Choo just keeps choo-chooing on.

Let’s stay at the tea table and just keep moving around. I’ll be the Hatter. You pour the tea. Be ‘mother’.

People have got to stop killing each other.

We’ll meet again.
Don’t know where.
Don’t know when.