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Found Poetry: an SF original!

Behind the scenes of SuperForest this week, quite a conversation has been raging amongst the team about our ideas for the future of this movement we are all building together.  One of the beautiful things (of many) to emerge from the conversation was this original poem written by our own SuperForester Heather. I found its metaphor profoundly appropriate for the context from which it was born.

Continuing in the wonderful tradition of Shel Silverstein and Dr. Seuss — Heather’s deceptively simple poem contains within it’s childlike rhyme, a very beautiful idea.

Nature’s Discourse

Earth and water will collide
Neither one will subside
Raging rivers, ranting seas
Crooked mountains
Stubborn trees
Single flower peeks its head
Whispers, “Why not peace instead?”

Reading this poem can’t help but pull up for me the following image from William Steig’s epic illustrated children’s novel “Rotten Island”.

The book (which Aaron and I are actually hoping to adapt into a film), is about what happens when a beautiful flower blooms on the most rotten place on earth.

Great minds think alike, Heather!  And if you didn’t know, once you go poet, there’s no going back.  So keep ‘em coming.

Ewa’s Journal (24/8/10)- Finding The Giving Tree

Howdy Superforest!

Recently I reread one of my favourite childhood books, namely “The Giving Tree” by  Shel Silverstein.  But, before getting into the details of the book itself  I’d like to introduce the author,  as he was a very interesting person.  Before his adventure with writing childrens books, Silverstein was a regular cartoonist for Playboy in the 1950s and 60s, he was also a singer, a poet and a songwriter  – penning the Johnny Cash classic “A Boy Named Sue“!

I simply love his books and his black and white sketches. In fact, he illustrated only one of his books in full color and that was a collection of poetry “Uncle Shelby’s Zoo: Don’t Bump The Glump and Other Fantasies”.  To me, Silverstein’s  simple yet beautiful black and white sketches convey the wisdom of life.

It took Silverstein four years to find a publisher for “The Giving Tree” – incredible, no?! Many publishers liked the story, but  found it too short or sad for a childrens book.  I was really surprised to learn this as, in fact, I consider the story  uplifting and filled with hope. Yes, HOPE.

Now (if you have watched it for the first time) you are probably questioning my opinion. You ask yourself : “What? Story about hope?!”

Hmm, I know the book really well, my parents and grandmother have read it to me many times and naturally my interpretation of it has changed with time.  As I grew older, brand new layers appeared.

I agree that seemingly this story may be considered sad. The boy comes to the tree only to take without giving anything back from himself. This is the interpretation on first glance but, if we consider it further, we can find deeper meanings and understandings.

Everyone has their own “giving tree”.  No matter what happens the tree will always be there, waiting patiently.  We may sometimes walk away for a while (when the reader gets the impression that the tree is abandoned or forgotten by the boy),  but finally we always return to it, like a boomerang.  We  always find the way towards it  (love will be the guide).

What I mean is that for me personally this is a beautiful story about life. I have never assumed that (although the boy was leaving the tree alone for some time) he hasn’t  loved  it, or has forgotten about it.  We walk in and out of  others’ lives, sometimes being the giving tree for them (very often we become the tree even unconsciously), at other times we are the boy who seeks it in need. Life is a circular process of giving and receiving. The art of living is to accept it with no regret which is the most difficult thing to do.

I think that Timothy Jackson, Assistant Professor of Religious Studies at Standford University, expresses it really well in “The Giving Tree: A Symposium” a collection of essays on the story. As Jackson says:

Is this a sad tale? Well, it is sad in the same way that life is depressing. We are all needy, and, if we are lucky and any good, we grow old using others and getting used up. Tears fall in our lives like leaves from a tree. Our finitude is not something to be regretted or despised, however; it is what makes giving (and receiving) possible. The more you blame the boy, the more you have to fault human existence. The more you blame the tree, the more you have to fault the very idea of parenting. Should the tree’s giving be contingent on the boy’s gratitude? If it were, if fathers and mothers waited on reciprocity before caring for their young, then we would all be doomed.

The tree is, of course, a metaphor – but a metaphor for what? Hmmm…

One of the things that makes the book so amazing is the freedom of choice and interpretation that it gives the reader.  This is something I search for in a book. The author “plants a seed” in my mind that evolves into more complex process of thinking.  In this way, the act of reading becomes a very unique and personal experience – everyone must find “the giving tree” for themselves.

Here’s one more  by Silverstein ( “The Missing piece meets the big O”)

If you liked these stories check out Shel Silverstein’s homepage as there is a lot of great stuff for children along with ideas for teachers (yes!) and parents.

Love, E.

PS. Have you found your “tree” yet ?

Found Poetry Friday

On the 2nd and 4th Friday of every month SuperForester Jordan “rediscovers” a literary gem from the vast treasure trove of an art form that, in our technological age, has become largely under-appreciated and “lost”.

I don’t know if you noticed dear readers, but this week has been flush with brilliant poetry on SuperForest.  From Iman’s ee cummings post yesterday, to Patricia’s insanely amazing Pablo Neruda Papercut.  Since so many other SuperForesters have found such glittering gems, (and inspired by SuperForester Sheri’s comment to Iman’s poem), I decided I’d throw down this light, little masterpiece:

Woulda-Coulda-Shoulda
BY
Shel Silverstein

All the Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
Layin’ in the sun,
Talkin’ ’bout the things
They woulda coulda shoulda done…
But those Woulda-Coulda-Shouldas
All ran away and hid
From one little Did.

Like they say, brevity is the soul of wit.  To a weekend full of dids!

-Much love,

SuperForester Jordan