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The
Company of Poets
by
Carolyn Miller
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Carolyn
Miller, author of After
Cocteau, is a painter, freelance writer, and book editor. She
has published poems and short stories, and has taught college classes
in creative writing.
Miller has
published in The Georgia Review, Shenandoah, The Gettysburg Review,
and The Southern Review, among other magazines. Protean
Press has published two collections of Miller's poetry: Constant
Lover, a letterpress limited-edition, and a chapbook, The Reluctant
Dinner Guest. Her poetry has received several honors, including the
James Boatwright III Award for Poetry from Shenandoah and the Rainmaker
Award from Zone 3. She leads writing workshops in San Francisco
and Mallorca, Spain.
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Years ago, when I worked at a small publishing company in Berkeley, California,
and was trying to become a poet, another, much younger woman who worked at the
same place won an important local poetry contest. When I mentioned to our shipper,
a poet closer to my age (the Bay Area is a hotbed of poets), how wonderful it
was that she had found success at such an early age, he looked at me with surprise.
"It's easy to be a young poet, " he said.
His remark stayed
with me as I continued to try to write and publish. I have remembered it all
this time, along with the fact that after Herman Melville died, a scrap of paper
was found fastened to the underside of his desk. "Be true to the dreams of your
youth," it said.
I believe that
we are unfaithful to the dreams of our youth at our great peril, and that the
unfulfilled desires of our younger selves can make our older selves angry, bitter,
and resentful. And I believe that a need to be creative is built into humans,
and that when we deny that need, we live incomplete lives.
As a child, the
world of words called to me, and I wrote poems all through grade school, high
school, and college. I stopped writing while I was married (which led me to
another one of my beliefs: If your partner does not support and encourage your
creative life, he or she is probably not your ideal partner), then began again
as a single mother. I wrote and published a few poems in the women's literary
journals that flowered in the '70s, but then I lost momentum. I wasn't writing
and I wasn't publishing. I wasn't a poet.
That was when I
learned two more important things: If you want to do something, you have to
make a commitment to it. And you must surround yourself with other people who
want to do the same thing.
These ideas seem
obvious now. But it wasn't until I attended my first poetry conference that
I understood the depth of commitment successful writers have to make. I went
to the first Napa Valley Poetry Conference in 1980 (it has now become the Napa
Valley Writing Conference), and was amazed at how much more poetry seemed to
mean to the faculty than it did to me. All of them taught poetry for a living;
indeed, poetry was their life. They knew its long history, and they knew the
work of poets who were their contemporaries, in this country and around the
world, and they knew the work of emerging poets. They had written and published
and taught for years. I realized that while these people had been studying and
practicing their craft, almost 20 years had gone by since I had taken a poetry
workshop or class.
That
conference was the true beginning of my poetry life, because it was there that
I met another woman from San Francisco and the two of us decided to start a
writing group. I had never considered doing so until then; because I had always
thought of myself as a writer (whether or not I was writing), I assumed that
I didn't need a group. But the powerful experience of attending a week-long
conference with almost 100 other people who loved poetry and wanted to write
it made me understand that if I wanted to be a poet, I needed to be in the company
of poets.
The writing group
that Jeanne Lohmann and I started in 1981 still exists. Jeanne has moved to
Olympia, Washington, and started another group there; I am the only original
member of the San Francisco group, though two other members have belonged for
almost as many years. Our group waxes and wanes; sometimes we meet only once
a month instead of twice, and sometimes only two or three of us can meet, but
it is because of this group that I am still writing poetry.
More
than 10 years ago my writing group started another, larger, group, this one
devoted to new writing rather than critiquing work brought into each session.
We call it the "solstice group," because we meet four times a year on or near
the solstices and equinoxes, and we run our own all-day poetry workshops, bringing
in writing exercises and writing together on the spot. Several of us also lead
workshops for other people, based on the same model. It's simple: A new-writing
workshop is a way to give yourself time, space, and permission to focus on your
writing in a way you might never otherwise do in your too-busy life.
In
1999, seven of us who were involved in the solstice group started yet another
group: a collective publishing company known as Sixteen
Rivers Press. Although all of us had published in literary journals, and
several of us had books to our credit, we were all frustrated by the continuing
difficulty of finding publishers for our work. In the last two years, we've
published four books. We have four more on our publishing schedule, including
one by our newest member, who was chosen by an open submission process. Our
vision for the press is that it will flow on, riverlike, as the founding members
drop out over time and the newer members continue publishing and bringing in
more Bay Area poets. I owe my book, After Cocteau, to this press.
In a larger sense,
I owe both my book and my somewhat-difficult existence as a no-longer-young
poet to the company of poets. I recommend such like-minded company to all those
who want to be true to the dreams of their youth -- or to fulfill any new dreams
that might come calling.
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