tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33902678721336279832024-03-08T06:08:39.742-08:00Ruth Snell in Laira Plymouth Devon - Creative ArtsCreative Arts without sharp elbows or showmanship.
Twitter - DevonportmaidRuth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-76854039680408454492017-03-05T00:45:00.000-08:002017-03-05T00:45:25.277-08:00Letters from an Artist during World War OneThere were great remonstrations at the one hundredth anniversary of the start of World War One, yet in recent months things have quietened down. Perhaps we shouldn't forget so quickly (as is the symptom of modern life where it's 'come-day go-day' too easily).<br />
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The great artist Claude Monet lost his son in World War One. Extracts of Monet's letters are available over the period of his working life. This one from October 1917:<br />
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'To Gustave Geffroy,<br />
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Having come to Paris for Degas's funeral I was hoping to see you. I had also hoped you come here with your friend Barbier, but I've been working so hard that I'm exhausted and having just resumed the enormous task in the studio, I feel I won't be able to do without a week's rest, so I'm off to see the sea. I've just let Monsieur Barbier know, thought it's merely a postponement. Could you kindly tell me what happened to the painting sent to Madame Poisson for the benefit of the blind; she did write to me but absorbed in my work as I was, I don't remember what she said and I've mislaid the letter. If the painting didn't find a buyer for the price that was settled on, I wouldn't want it to go to public auction and be sold off at a low price to some dealer; I'd prefer to have it back and hand over as large a sum of money as I'm able.<br />
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Claude Monet.'<br />
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Even in the midst of a war, an artist has to be business minded and practical. Perhaps a stabilising distraction.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-72294374015690254792017-01-16T15:06:00.001-08:002017-01-16T15:06:47.196-08:00Devonport Guildhall or Paris, New York, Washington, Vienna, Geneva ... ?Where was I? Paris, New York, Washington, Vienna, Geneva .... the sheer blitz of colour from the wonderful art exhibition entitled: Persona Perspective by Plymouth artist Rosie Cunningham, was a treat to behold. A veritable palette of colours swept before our eyes. If you knew nothing about abstract art before entering the gallery, then the delight of the colour ensemble was enough to give you a feel of immense well being.<br />
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The day after a well attended launch evening, we held a creative writing workshop on the theme of Ekphrasis - or how to write about art from art. That too was well attended with some faces from the past in among several of the new. A few of the writer's from Plymouth Proprietary Library who were so loyal to me in my battle against the more sinister forces which try to control Plymouth, came unexpectedly to the fore. It was a pleasure to see you all.<br />
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If you feel you need an injection of colour in the midst of a dull January, take a step into Devonport Guildhall. You won't be disappointed. Devonport really is doing very well indeed.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-23932832641844696462016-12-19T14:03:00.001-08:002016-12-19T14:03:53.936-08:00PERSONA PERSPECTIVE: Creative Writing Workshop in the Ekphrasis of Art by Rosie Cunningham with Ruth Snell.PERSONA PERSPECTIVE: A Creative Writing workshop in the Ekphrasis of Art by Rosie Cunningham with Ruth Snell.<br />
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On Saturday 7th January 2017, Rosie Cunningham and Ruth Snell will be working in collaboration on an arts event regarding Rosie's paintings which will be on display in the Gallery of Devonport Guildhall, Plymouth. The exhibition runs from 6th January to 25 February 2017.<br />
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Tickets are available from Eventbrite:<br />
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This will be a colourful start to the New Year. <br />
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As some of you know, I rarely venture in public creative writing circles these days but I found Rosie's art work very therapeutic when I was recuperating from surgery. It gives me great pleasure to thank Rosie by presenting this workshop at the launch of her art collection in the Gallery of Devonport Guildhall Plymouth.<br />
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Persona Perspective - giving a voice to something or someone otherwise silent.<br />
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Some people in Plymouth always have their faces in the newspaper for any old event. That doesn't interest me but real art and caring creativity does interest me. Substance over show.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-82697048391929058932016-11-05T14:14:00.000-07:002016-11-05T14:20:25.149-07:00Therapy in CreativityThose sharp eyed followers of my blog have already contacted me to say they noticed my change of title heading. Ruth Snell Creative Writing is now re-labelled as Ruth Snell Creative Arts. The simple reason being that painting has formed a large part of my life lately and I've found it easier to reach people through my painting than my writing. Not that my book has fallen into the mire. A lovely message came in only today to say how much someone enjoyed the story, so it is warming to know people out there are reading it.<br />
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When you create a painting and show it to a viewer, what you see is what you get. When you write a book, people are aware the creative process is more of a two way street. They have to acquire a copy of the book and then engage some of their spare time to read it. It may not be what they expect or it can give them a few surprises. Paintings aren't like that. A split second of viewing will either draw someone in or they will walk on by. Their appreciation is more instantaneous.<br />
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Perhaps then it is time to consider the importance of a book cover. What sort of judgements do you make on browsing in a book shop? Do you have expectations of how a book cover should look or does it not worry you? The official line from those who conduct studies into such observations say that the cover of a book will firstly make a browser pick it up. This can occupy some four to six seconds and if the 'blurb' on the back cover is attractively written, you have another hook in on a possible purchaser.<br />
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Is it all about hard sales? Well, the general idea in writing a book is that you want your 'message' to get out there. You have spent tremendous amounts of time writing the thing. Imagine if someone was paying you by the hour ...<br />
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For me the creative process must make me feel better about myself. That is why for me, designing - and painting - the cover of my books is important to me. The reader will hopefully have 'more of me' in what they take from the bookshelf. The package must be more rounded. I read several years ago that the singer/songwriter, Kate Bush, was very serious about record covers. Before she made it as a hit in the music world, as a young teenager, she would take a train into London on Saturday's to browse the shops. If she bought a record (LP to us oldies) she would sit on the train back to Kent pouring over the record sleeve, absorbing the design. At this point she didn't know what all the songs on the record sounded like, aside from the one perhaps she'd heard on the radio, but for her it was important to take in the cover design as it led her to understand more of what the music was portraying. Occasionally there were surprises but more often than not, the design emphasised the audio effect.<br />
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So if you are a writer and plan to publish, think carefully about your book cover. You may not be artistic but that doesn't matter. The point is that you <i>know</i> what you want your cover to be like. And, painting is a very therapeutic occupation. Writing can be extremely stressful. Even if you have the most perfect plot in the world and stunning characters, time for editing could be tight, your laptop may be playing up or even worse, crash losing your work. Painting (or drawing) may even help you understand what you are trying to <i>say</i>. Art, in all its forms is highly enjoyable but it can help the mind to cross over to another discipline. Think carefully about your book cover and make it intrinsic to the text. Make it ... you ...<br />
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Happy creativity!<br />
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http://www.devonartistnetwork.co.uk/artists/ruth-snell<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-28963168156525595932016-10-02T02:39:00.000-07:002016-10-06T14:04:06.907-07:00New Book Release: Galene by Ruth Snell (ISBN: 978-1-5376-6225-1)Many of you won't be expecting this new book <i>Galene </i>by Ruth Snell (ISBN: 978-1-5376-6225-1).<br />
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<b> "Dartmoor is a shadowy, mist-shrouded frontier largely unknown to Isabella Cole, a young woman who resides in Plymouth and is employed as a valuations clerk to a local auctioneer. It is 1898 and her occupation is uncommon for a woman. Her employer is invited to a working weekend at Hazelwood Grange, the moorland country house of Sir Sholto Lelawne, a reclusive scientist and world traveller, who extends the invitation to Isabella. Entering a world far different to the one she grew up in, Isabella encounters the elusive Galene, a beautiful young woman with spiritual powers who is introduced as Sir Sholto's sister. Isabella begins to uncover a complex web of lies and mysteries. Not all is as it seems.</b><br />
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<b> Meanwhile in Plymouth, under the foundations of his valuations business near Charles church, her employer, Thomas Northcott, while renovating the building, uncovers an extensive chamber filled with antiquities from Roman times. Isabella finds herself wrapped up in an intrigue of both ancient and Victorian power struggles involving Freemasons and the churchmen, who will stop at nothing to claim the highest prize of all - and she is key to its discovery."</b><br />
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Why has this come out of the blue? Very few people knew I was writing it. Was there any deliberate secrecy? Only to the point I do freeze if people ask what I'm writing, when I'm struggling to get a plot organized in my head. It can be hard to explain 'what I am writing' when even I don't know where it's going. I gave up Writer's Group's a year ago when I became tangled in two necessary operations for breast cancer. The good news on that front, is the prognosis is favourable and the surgeon seemed to catch it on time. That does however, have a profound effect on your outlook to life. You withdraw (and I've never been a hugely outgoing person). Then you get your priorities in order. Health is paramount.<br />
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Aside from the very small family unit I have, my next priority is my job. Most people I know who write, either professionally or as a hobby, don't work full time. I <i>do</i> work full time. Forty-two hours a week and sometimes more. I'll repeat that. I work full time so my spare time is precious. I have to work, I have no choice. What spare time I do have often involves the vacuum cleaner, washing machine, garden or DIY. My weekends are valuable. I discovered through detriment to my health that through throwing so much time and energy into helping others with their writing activities, my health took a bad knock. <br />
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There is also an element of nastiness in the writing world in Plymouth (as the poet laureate Michael Sullivan discovered) and I don't want to be part of it. I will occasionally run a Writing Workshop if requested but aside from that .... I also paint. I am not a good artist but I find working with colour hugely relaxing. After two operations I re-aligned my scant spare time. Yoga has been hugely beneficial and painting largely therapeutic. I painted the front cover for <i>Galene</i> (in fact I painted several different scenes) and my daughter Rebecca had the final choice of my painting 'Peacock on Dartmoor' to finish the book cover. To create a work of art, inside and out, is the most rewarding thing.<br />
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Where did the idea from <i>Galene</i> come from? A mixture of elements viz: a picture I passed in 1981 and a discussion with my grandmother who came from a very old Plymouth family, a couple of years before she died in 1984. The outline of the book was written circa 2008, just before my father died but never left the computer due to the complexities of life at that time. When you think your life is running out of time, you take remedial action and now the final result is out there.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-70636160764805269362016-09-11T01:27:00.002-07:002016-09-11T01:27:42.850-07:00American Publishers in the depths of CornwallOver the summer leave break, we did a 'staycation' and spent some lovely days around Devon and Cornwall looking at various sights we hadn't seen for some years. As some of you know, I occasionally dabble in family history (although apart from my daughter I have no family left now) and after locating the birth and census details of one great-grandfather (Mark Snell) we found ourselves in St Neot, Cornwall after a walk around the nearby Dozmary Pool on Bodmin Moor. This particular great-grandfather shows up in the 1871 Census as living with his parents, Richard and Elizabeth Snell in Lower Newton Farm, St Neot, Cornwall.<br />
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In the local pub, beside the charming St Neot church, we came across two Americans looking for fairies. Once further into the conversation we quickly established they were publishers of a beautifully presented magazine called<i> Faeirie Magazine</i> see http://www.faeriemag.com/ and had made a special trip from New York to Cornwall to investigate the West Country legends.<br />
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It was an absolute pleasure to meet Paul and Laren of the<i> Faerie Magazine</i>. We discussed many aspects of creative writing, ideas, imaginations, literary form, poetry and magic. They are now back in the United States. We have kept in touch and here, on 11 September, a particularly difficult day for the American people, let us look forwards to the positive energy of good growing out of evil and take stock of all that is beautiful in the world.<br />
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N.B. Dozmary Pool, St Neot, Cornwall: legendary resting place of King Arthur's Sword which was rumoured to have been thrown into the middle of the water by Merlin. To this day, nobody knows the actual depth of the water.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-75998202204201284442016-08-05T07:32:00.000-07:002016-08-10T14:11:56.989-07:00Creative Writing Workshops at Whitleigh Community Hub in PlymouthTo mark the opening of the new <b>Whitleigh Community Hub</b>, a wide variety of events are being compiled for everyone at a <b>Taster Day on 25 August 2016</b>. I look forward to seeing the wide range of activities on display and talking with other artists, writers and musicians.<br />
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After this event, I will be running <b>two creative writing workshops</b> - dates and times to be advised. Keep an eye on my Blog and on the Facebook page for Sandy Wager Arts and Crafts. Sandy is closely involved with the new hub and will be advertising events as they are announced.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-84473710360725428742016-08-01T15:01:00.000-07:002016-08-05T07:24:46.111-07:00Poets and PaintersPoets and Painters ...<br />
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We think of poets and painters seperately yet quite a few were multi-talented. The two names of William Blake and Dante Gabriel Rossetti should resonate with you even if you cannot immediately place their work. After the steam of the EU Referendum (aren't we all glad that is out the way?), I wanted to set out a stall on Britishness (note I didn't say Englishness) and our unique ability to absorb other cultures while still impressing the rest of the world with our own home-grown talent. <br />
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William Blake (1757-1827) is probably most recognized for his words to the resounding song 'Jerusalem'. We recognise it immediately: 'And did those feet in ancient times walk upon England's mountain green.' Yet few actually realise he was a hugely respected artist and was at one point considered '...one of the greatest artists Britain has ever produced.' Blake started his career as an engraver and was apprenticed to James Basire of Great Queen Street in London. Closely observing the Gothic work of many churches, I personally feel much of his artistic style was affected by the impressions he was working with. Blake later went on to become an art student at The Royal Academy where interestingly he did not take to the work and style of Plymouth's home grown artist, Joshua Reynolds. There was an interesting antagonism between them.<br />
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882) was British born and the son of an Italian scholar. He was born in London and although his friends called him Gabriel, he used his first name of Dante through preference. He painted in oils using water colour brushes which drew a great curiosity from his artistic observers. Nevertheless, aside from some unique paintings, his poetry has become classic in our tome of the very best.<br />
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In both men there is plenty for us to see - and see again. Both born in Britain yet one with links abroad and the other as British as a stick of rock. Note their work: There is a close correlation between painting and poetry. The mind of the artist is relaxed through a brush; the mind of the poet drifts like a conduit through the pen. Find and compare works by both Blake and Rossetti. There are many differences but similarities too. <br />
<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-31637753340245986912016-05-06T14:17:00.002-07:002016-05-11T11:01:33.446-07:00Writer's Groups - 'Is the Squeeze Worth the Juice?'I'm doing a synopsis this month on Writer's Groups after an expression I overheard a short while ago: 'Is the Squeeze Worth the Juice?' In other words, for tremendous effort, do you gain much from it?<br />
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Make no mistake, if a Writer's Group is properly organized the organizer won't have much time for anything else viz: arranging meetings, setting up venues, updates to members (including those not on e-mail so envelopes and stamps are needed), advertising competitions, marshalling the slots at the regular meetings - not to mention producing coffee and biscuits from thin air! Well - great fun if writing is the passion for you but after a few years, the novelty can wear off and you can be left exhausted. It is even worse if you are the only one who hasn't read out your work at a meeting because everyone else has used up the allotted time. I grew pretty cheesed off with that one.<br />
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There is a lot to take into consideration as to whether a Writer's Group is for you. I knew little about how they operated until I joined the St Budeaux Library Writer's Group in 2007. It ran well but due to various restructuring of Plymouth Library Services, it was closed down, much against the will of the attendees. At that time I was a member of Plymouth Proprietary Library so asked if I could start a Writer's Group there. By 2012 we had some 35 members on the books and were struggling at meetings to accommodate everyone. We even ran out of chairs on one occasion.<br />
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Elements of 'life getting in the way' then certainly got in the way. My father died, my mother immediately fell ill, passing away eighteen months later, I was tied into the library committee which had passed me a Poisoned Chalice of responsibility and my full time day job became more demanding. Throw that in with running a house plus family life and creative writing went out the window. You will be pleased to know though, that the group still thrives but is now located elsewhere in Plymouth and known simply as the Plymouth Writers Group. I'm delighted it has continued so successfully.<br />
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What did I get out of it? (Apart from hours spent e-mailing members, co-ordinating meetings, representing the library at various literary events etc), well, it gave me writing confidence. Reading your work aloud to a group of people brings interesting reactions. Some are complementary, others more analytical but in the end - all critique helps. You also have to gauge the personality of the other members: some stick with a preferred genre i.e. You know that George will always read a horror story or that Jenny will always read a romance. There are also a small number who only want to be heard but not really concentrate on the work of others.<br />
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Writing groups are increasing in popularity. Why so? Well, with reliable jobs in such short supply, people can find themselves unemployed and spare time doodling on a writing pad or keyboard can turn into something creative. Many retired people always wanted to write but 'never had the time'. With self-publishing now so accessible, others hope they can produce a block buster or a seismic collection of poetry which will set the world on fire. There are also - dare I say it - more insidious reasons. When it was realised I had a popular group where writer's paid the modest sum of £3:00 per session to a charity (the library), others saw a viable outlet for setting up their own money making venture. (And think of the Arts Grants that can follow ...)<br />
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Enter the journalists. I don't like journalists that much as they tend to be like a Rubic Cube to everyone should they need them at some point in the future. They are also a forest fire of gossip. By levering themselves in with a charity of similar objectives (i.e. another private library), they are eyeing up opportunities for Arts Grants and other substantial financial hand outs. That of course will give <i>them</i> publicity and they can then get invited along to the swankiest black tie dinners where - well I never - <i>they</i> can be nominated for awards and secure more cyclic employment opportunities for <i>themselves</i>. Why? Writing Groups are hotbeds of creativity. From the most pedestrian mind can burst the most sparkling idea. But remember, you can copyright a document but you cannot copyright an idea. So, journalists, who are always looking for a scoop may not find some famous footballer with his trousers down on Royal Parade but will be gathering the brainstorming gems of some very ordinary folk for their own ends.<br />
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So, is the squeeze worth the juice? Is the juice worth the squeeze? For a novice writer, a good writing group with some friendly faces is great fun. If you have a public venue (i.e. a room in a library, pub or church hall) then control access strictly. If you find your ideas have wandered out the door and appear in a newspaper or magazine under someone else's name then that business of not being able to copyright an idea will haunt you for a long time to come. Don't think it doesn't happen because it has happened to me.<br />
Do you want to write on a set theme each month/each meeting or do you want to read the next instalment of your novel? Some Writer's Groups uphold rules and regulations where bringing your novel along may either be encouraged or unwelcome. You need to find out in advance.<br />
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You could test the water by collecting a few friends together around your kitchen table and reading out your work. This is often the best way to operate as it is totally private and you aren't having to marshal about members of the general public who have wandered in the door. You can also recruit by word of mouth and if you are in your or someone else's home, the rules of respect are far more enforced by osmosis. One vital problem to watch out for are the 'poachers'; the people who turn up to scout for the best writer's to take to their group so they can built up their reputation. I had this happen to me (both as a victim of losing people from my group and being approached several times to go to other groups). There may also come a time when, due to 'life getting in the way', you need to drop out for a while. Illness can certainly give you a different perspective on life. Priorities change.<br />
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Good luck with whatever you go for. I trust that you will gain a sufficient amount of juice to drink plentifully and won't expend too much energy on the squeeze. It can be exhausting. Trust me.<br />
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Of course she was a Devon maid, from Plymouth town we're sure,</div>
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no contraband slipped Peggy's hands between the sea and moor.</div>
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From Cockside to Frankfort Gate, her patch was worth pure gold,</div>
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when the French became unstuck at night, Peggy sold their soul.</div>
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Where would the heart of Plymouth be without a Peggy Rider?</div>
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When watchmen melt into the darkness, that's enough to hide her.</div>
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Not that just the girl is hid, but sixty gallons of rum;</div>
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Look out for the Revenue men, from the Custom's House they'll hail,</div>
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every Janner is a suspect now but few end up in jail.</div>
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Turn a blind eye to the pilot boats moored up in Whitsand Bay,</div>
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It's European free trade, styled in a different way.</div>
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Farmer George, our wondrous king, is keen on enterprise,</div>
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Now some snitch has written to the Mayor of Plymouth town,</div>
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our generous fiscal trading terms have been scaled right down.</div>
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Chase the French from Plymouth Sound but keep their brandy here,</div>
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Peggy is our saviour; we'll drink to her in beer.</div>
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Sing this to Napolean: <i>va te faire foutre!</i> each dusk,</div>
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Now who were Peggy's smugglers? Let us know their names:</div>
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Mrs Weirs, Mrs Charks and Mrs Mary James.</div>
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Mary lived on Higher Street, overlooking Sutton's water,</div>
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I'm pleased to say, here today, I'm her three times great-grand-daughter.</div>
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Laira, Plymouth, 2016</div>
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So, where did this come from? My grandmother, Rosetta James married my grandfather, Ernest Snell in St Matthias Church, North Hill, Plymouth in July 1920. (She always told me her people were of the Charles Church parish 'back into time' and she wasn't far wrong with St Matthias being a sister church of Charles Church). On researching the James family tree I found John James, my great-great-great grandfather who was a Blacksmith on Higher Street (now part of Exeter Street) in 1813. I discovered his wife was called Mary when I found the birth of their son (my great-great grandfather), also called John, who was baptised in Charles Church in 1813 by the infamous Rev. Hawker. I found a few documents in the Plymouth & West Devon Record Office which describe more events of the age and then I discover more about my ancestors. Mary in particular appears to have assisted a local female smuggler called Peggy Rider who was moving everything from ' ... sixty barrels of rum, tea, coffey, silk shawls, baccy and 'elefants teeth'. Yeez ....... my granny carrying elephants tusks up Exeter Street .... shiver me timbers!!</div>
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Mary then appears in nearby Cawsand, Cornwall (a village famous for smuggling) in 1822. It seems Edmund Lockyer, Mayor of Plymouth at that time, showed her leniency and was very kind to her so she wrote and thanked him. Mmmmm .... was he involved too??? Apparently smuggling was, to the gentlemen (wealthier toffs of the era) an investment, just like stocks and shares. I smile with such links to a wondrous Plymouth story. </div>
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The above ballad was read out compliments of Wonder Zoo with Black Books and The Word at The China House in Sutton (where else?) Plymouth, on 30 March 2016. Thanks to Derek Shaw in Berkshire for taking my verse and putting it to music. More to follow on the melody ...</div>
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-13208751788664361282016-03-04T15:43:00.001-08:002016-03-08T10:31:45.835-08:00Words, Polysemes, Capitonyms and more ...It is always an unknown factor with a blog as to whether you are writing purely for yourself or whether anyone will read your composition. Therefore, I've been delighted to receive a few messages from people to say they are following my rambles with interest. To them, I would like to say thank you and use this opportunity to say hello to Penny Taylor.<br />
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Penny is interested in the history of Plymouth and due to various activities on local walks and so on, became aware of my book, <i>Inspeximus</i>. Amusingly, she referred to it in one message to me as 'Inspecsy-Mouse' which immediately set my mind to a wide range of images, mainly - that here was an excellent title for a children's detective character.<br />
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This in turn (as one thing always leads to another), generated my thoughts towards how words are interpreted and the challenges of the English language with all its foibles. We could start by looking at <b>Homonym's and Homophone's</b>:<br />
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<b>Homonym</b>: One of a group of words that share the same pronunciation but have different meanings. One easy example is 'bow'. This could refer to the bow in bow and arrow, to bow down to the king or queen, tie a bow in your hair or create music by putting a bow to a violin.<br />
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<b>Homophone</b>: A word that has the same sound as another word but is spelled differently with a different meaning. for example, to/too/two and pray/prey.<br />
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However ..... the word <b>Heterographs</b> are also referred to as to, too, two and there, their. Confused? A breakdown of the word <b>Heterograph </b>means 'different writing' so technically this is correct. <br />
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Consider this sentence: The wind swirled up the leaves/I must wind up the clock today.<br />
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What about a <b>Synophone </b>then? These are a little more slippery and can be identified with how a foreigner learning English, may make an easy mistake. Think of spellings and sounds, for example ...<br />
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Methods of teaching English in our schools is quiet weak.<br />
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Did you see the <b>Synophone</b> above? Yes, the word 'quiet' and 'quite' sound the same if said quickly.<br />
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We can grow even more adventurous with <b>Polysemes</b>. These are words which are seen more in creative writing although we don't consciously use them. For example, 'the strong arm of the law,' or 'the gaping mouth of the cave on the beach.' The word 'arm' can be the physical limb, ammunition or used to describe a form of strength. the word mouth can again be a physical part of the body, an opening or description of where a river yawns ahead at its widest points. <br />
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And it means that <b>Capitonyms</b> don't escape categorizations either. Think of when you 'polish' the furniture or your neighbour has a 'Polish' student staying with them.<br />
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They say that English is one of the most difficult languages in the world to learn. Personally I think I would find Chinese a challenge. Not that I'm looking to learn Chinese as I'm still trying to capture my knowledge of English.<br />
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So thank you Penny for your message on Inspecsy-Mouse. I already have rich images in my mind of a little whiskered chap with a Sherlock Holmes hat and cap, sporting a curled pipe and speaking like the detective Columbo. 'Excuse me sir/ma'am .... Just one more thing ... When you rose from your bed this morning did you notice that dead body in your rose garden?' <br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-429355997605268512016-02-03T09:41:00.000-08:002016-02-09T13:59:59.342-08:00Hidden Bookshops and their TreasuresI love exploring second hand bookshops. They offer not just a fantastic range of books which are largely are out of print, but occasionally a glimpse of marginalia scribbled by an enthusiastic reader, the occasional lost postcard used as a bookmark or simply the name of a previous owner circa 1916 or earlier. As someone with a reasonable imagination, pictures form in my mind quite quickly.<br />
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While visiting Oxburgh Hall in Norfolk last year, I encountered a little shop selling second hand books to raise a few funds for the National Trust. Paying a small sum for a copy of: <i>Poetry and Appreciation</i> by A. F. Scott (published in 1952), I remain intrigued that something so small and plain holds such a treasure of explanation to many poems and their techniques.<br />
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A tip here for example, on lyrical poetry:<br />
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'The total meaning of a poem consists of thought, feeling, attitude and intention. It is conveyed by the words and their arrangement. The rhythm produced welds the poem together and gives it a significance beyond any prose rendering. It is only by a close scrutiny of all the qualities of the words (meaning, sound, associations), and also of the ordering of the rhythm, that the poem can be understood and in its value estimated.<br />
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Remember that you must judge the poet in accordance with what he is trying to do. He may do anything he pleases, provided he can do it.'<br />
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I trust critics of Michael Sullivan, the first Poet Laureate in Plymouth will think about this before they criticise any further. They reacted unprofessionally, to a letter sent to The Herald from a range of artists and writers in the Plymouth area who defended the Poet Laureate, commending him for his hard and unpaid work to promote literature in Plymouth. The insults (mainly from academics and sycophants associated with them), still seem to flow. They have pretty much started a death knell on Plymouth being taken seriously as a cultural and literary venue. They have also quashed enthusiasm for many local writers to meet and discuss their work for fear of continued trouble and ridicule. Some very big ego's have gone too far.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-479560528550433032016-01-21T08:56:00.000-08:002016-01-29T01:38:17.553-08:00Overpopulation and Literature of the Future - Perhaps Coming to a Bookstand Near You.The post Christmas spell has made me read more than usual. January has that something about it where after the flurry of a Christmas run around, we retreat into the turn of the Winter Solstice and ponder what will come in the year ahead. Every time we switch on the television or radio we are met with tenterhooks gloom and doom, from migrants wanting that 'better life' sinking on unstable boats in the Mediterranean to a volatile stock market which means we are under the boot of more austerity (according to our illustrious leaders in parliament). Easy to say for those earning way above the minimum wage in the London power house. Here in the West Country, jobs which equate London salaries are non-existent unless you are a Doctor or Lawyer.<br />
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So, all of this rather negative news throws my mind to future scenarios. If someone approached me to commission a novel and then asked me what the suggested topic would be, I would say look to the overpopulation of the British Isles. Something has to give. The terrible floods in the north of England around Christmas echoed a similar situation to the Somerset Levels in more recent times where some of the residents have still not been compensated. And the reason for much of this? The weather causes the flooding - yes - and the meteorological merchants of gloom have been talking about global warming for a few years. While they have been talking about it, what have the powers that be been doing about it? Encouraging us to recycle waste products, use less plastic bags, car share where possible or use public transport ... yes, it all sounds nice, sensible and responsible but it isn't the root cause. The root cause is the amount of people not just on the planet Earth but in the country as a whole. And, like many stuck in the cycle of the Syrian war, they all want a 'better life'. If we lay down any more concrete then like the Somerset Levels and Cumbria, the better life will become an unsustainable nightmare. <br />
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Looking at how fit, athletic and energetic some of the young Middle Eastern men are, I would hope they could stand and fight against their oppressors. They certainly have the enthusiasm to make hazardous journeys with expectations at the other end. How does this impact into literature? The stories here are massive. Images of demanding migrant women with their fat faces pushed into severe headscarves, wailing with their crying babies pushed in front of television cameras for sympathy, feeds the fuel of journalism, which in turn fuels the socialist echelons for more to be done while ignoring the needs of the indigenous population who are losing their jobs through austerity and often their homes. Journalists can be very dangerous people. Trouble keeps them employed so they want more of it.<br />
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Zoom forwards some forty years. Britain - currently with a population of 60 million (and that is a conservative estimate) could see a population of 100 million quite easily. Everyone will have to be housed, fed, educated, cared for through hospitals and expect transport links and green space. It makes me think of a cinema with a certain seating capacity. If you pile too many people in, few will be able to see or hear the film, arguments break out and a safety hazard ensues which leads to every man for himself and some injured or killed in a stampede for survival. Yet everyone expects this 'better life'. I cannot see anything getting better. If anything it is already growing worse quite rapidly.<br />
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What is to be done? Build more skyscrapers? Throw anyone occupying a house where they have a spare bedroom out and force them to hand it over to a larger family? Enforced euthanasia? A one child policy? Those answers are derivatives of Communism and would be quickly rejected but governments may try to force them in under their right of democracy. Just look at the recent upheaval over the bedroom tax. Food production? If the land is chewed up with so many building and road projects, where will the food come from and surely we will need more reservoirs for vital water supplies? Off the top of my head I see some terrifying consequences. You only have to be in a supermarket the week before Christmas to see what tension can do for a mini-siege. Read <i>'Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep'</i> by Philip Dick or <i>'Rule Britannia'</i> by Daphne Du Maurier for their view of the future. Different angles on different places but oddly, they weren't far off the mark.<br />
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*Recent news of the Zika Virus just adds to the dangerous mix of how fast an illness can spread in overpopulated areas.<br />
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The future is full of literature. Creativity can solve problems. Start writing.<br />
<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-77843228025974658462015-12-18T11:06:00.002-08:002015-12-18T11:06:33.023-08:00Let's have some French poetry for ChristmasOver a month has gone by since my last Blog entry and thoughts turn inevitably to Christmas. Those of you who know me will also know I try to think ''outside the box'' where creative writing is concerned. Or, as a seasoned Chief Petty Officer once said to me when we were shifting a large amount of boxes from a large space into a smaller one: ''Think laterally''.<br />
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Whatever our religion (or not), we become swept up in festive activities whether intended (or not). The following poem is one of a collection by Rainer Maria Rilke. Rilke was born in Prague, Czechoslovakia in 1875 and died in Switzerland in 1926. He wrote in both French and German although the following is a translation of one of his French poems.<br />
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<b>De Pere en Fils (From Father to Son)</b><br />
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Reject the complicated life,</div>
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Look at your hand near the bread on the table:</div>
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how clear those two things on the clear cloth are</div>
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from father to son and from son to father.</div>
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Love the Earth's celestial countryside</div>
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and it's joy, hidden by manifest pain,</div>
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the quiet window, the harsh door</div>
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from father to son and from son to father.</div>
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And those kneeling things always in place</div>
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and the dog who fidgets, yet outdoes them,</div>
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very gentle believer who hardly doubts</div>
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from father to son and from son to father.</div>
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(c) R M Rilke.</div>
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Wishing everyone a peaceful Christmas. Enjoy the simplicity of silence.</div>
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-10488357311696457902015-11-01T09:55:00.001-08:002015-11-01T09:55:39.384-08:00The River Plym in Early NovemberI live close to the River Plym; an area of contrasts with the busy Embankment Road, railway line and yet calm, unbridled views over Saltram park. Occasionally when time permits (and usually at weekends), I take a very early walk close to the river to watch the sun rise. Now the night's are drawing in and the morning's have a tardy start of light, the moment to catch the sun coming up is later than I would like but on a morning such as we had today, it is beautiful. The weather was exceptional - just like high summer or Midsummer's Day. The hills looking up beyond Plympton were shaded in soft violets, mauves and apricots with a chiffon white mist rising in front of the boat house at Saltram Point. A wide range of birds from Oyster-Catchers, to Plovers to Warblers swept and swung over the high tide which gently lapped the shore. Rare species often gather here to the delight of Ornithologists.<br />
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At that point I was brought to mind of a typical November day. Grey, wet, windy, cold and dank. Yet today was none of these. My late father (Bernard Snell, who was born in November 1922) was a sun worshipper by nature and hated the winter. He could never bear the long dark cold days and often referred to November as 'Suicide Month'. He felt trudging out to work in the dark and wet, returning home in the same conditions and spending much of his time jammed in the hull of a ship (he was a Ships' Welder), meant day light and sunshine were hugely important to him. Additionally his awful experiences of being in Plymouth throughout the Blitz meant that darkness could mean death.<br />
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Below is an extract of <em>Novembrists</em> from the wonderful collection of poems by <br />
Sean O'Brien called <em>November</em>.<br />
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Reactionary elements combining in the dark<br />
To undermine the decent light of trade<br />
With futile knowledge of the spirit's appetite<br />
For somewhere in between this world<br />
And its discarded shadows. O Novembrists!<br />
At the year's death walking to no purpose<br />
But to walk among the rutted leaves<br />
And dripping hawthorns, in behind<br />
The sleeping yards and the flooded lawns<br />
And air-raid shelters piled with mattresses and comics,<br />
Now I see it is my parents that I walk beside, ..........<br />
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If my father were alive today, he would have smiled at the irony.<br />
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Ruth<br />
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Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-78148023398015031582015-10-01T14:50:00.000-07:002015-10-01T14:50:13.171-07:00Acrostic Sonnet for Whitleigh<strong><u>Acrostic Sonnet for Whitleigh</u></strong><br />
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<strong>W</strong>end through these ancient Whitleigh trees<br />
<strong>H</strong>iding blooms of Cuckoo Flower,<br />
<strong>I</strong>nfused with misted eau de vie<br />
<strong>T</strong>ime flows by on seasons showers.<br />
<strong>L</strong>ancaster Gardens; bridle path<br />
<strong>E</strong>ncapsulating ghosts of old,<br />
<strong>I</strong>ndentured men grind plane and lathe<br />
<strong>G</strong>laddened nights wrap darkened folds.<br />
<strong>H</strong>ewing five-bar farm gate and post<br />
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<strong>G</strong>uarding green fields of Budshead Road,<br />
<strong>R</strong>ibboning west towards the coast;<br />
<strong>E</strong>choing Whitleigh Hall's abode.<br />
<strong>E</strong>legies sing of hearth and home,<br />
<strong>N</strong>ow here we rest, no more to roam.<br />
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(c) Ruth Muttlebury<br />
2015<br />
Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-60752249707965385792015-09-15T15:01:00.000-07:002015-09-15T15:01:21.436-07:00Literary FestivalsLiterary Festivals - there are lots of them around. I've attended a few and generally, in terms of a popular adage, 'the oldest ones are the best'. The new ones don't have that wonderfully worn patina about them which give grace to a cosy feeling of piles of books and fascinating writer's of all genres sharing their views. That said, it needs a certain environment to make a festival work well and Kew Gardens is no exception. <br />
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Details of Write On Kew are here:<br />
<a href="http://www.kew.org/visit-kew-gardens/whats-on/write-on-kew">http://www.kew.org/visit-kew-gardens/whats-on/write-on-kew</a><br />
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And while we are talking of the right environment for a literary festival, Whitleigh Words Festival Finale will take place on 3 October 2015 to the north of Plymouth. For more details:<br />
<a href="https://whitleigharts.wordpress.com/hiya-whitleigh-newsletter-autumn-2014/whitleigh-words-festival/">https://whitleigharts.wordpress.com/hiya-whitleigh-newsletter-autumn-2014/whitleigh-words-festival/</a><br />
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As some of you know, I don't involve myself with Open Mic, Performance Poetry or anything else which means I could (and would) bore people witless with my work. Nor do I sit in on endless performances either. I am happy to be a silent poet, as they say. However, I look forward to popping over to Whitleigh for a short spell on the day to say hello to Sandy Wager who has worked tirelessly in bringing everything together for the local residents.<br />
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Whitleigh has many things which some of the suburbs in Plymouth are without. Several airy and light church halls for various functions, a selection of shops, some gentle ancient woodlands and a great pub - The Albermarle Inn - which gives a warm welcome and has been a great help to Sandy in the festival. While many parts of Plymouth are losing their community hubs, Whitleigh is developing its own very well indeed. Good luck to Whitleigh - and Sandy - for more future successes.<br />
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Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-87536584331620277362015-08-30T07:17:00.000-07:002015-08-30T07:17:49.631-07:00PseudonymsIs a pseudonym - or several pseudonyms worthwhile? In my view yes, it is. The reasons are various but many writer's like to feel their work stands alone from the day job. For those fortunate enough not to have to work, a pseudonym is often still worthwhile as it allows an escape hatch into their ideas. <br />
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At a Writer's Convention in Bristol, sat amongst other writer's I was surprised at how many people wrote under fictitious names. The lady sat on my left hand side was a well known writer of romantic novels. In the course of conversation it turned out she was also a fully qualified accountant working from home and her husband was a GP. Living in a rural village in Cambridgeshire (I'll give no more away here!) she didn't want to be the focus of local gossip or bothered by people asking endless questions about her next book or plot. She wanted to get on with her main day job (Accountant), her domestic life (wife to a GP and mother to two teenagers) and - oh - of course - a Writer too!<br />
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Behind me another lady - in a most resplendent hat - was a highly successful historical novelist. Again, her 'writing' name was also a pseudonym and she is lucky enough to have a holiday cottage in Devon where she goes to write. Her real home is several counties away.<br />
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Lots of writer's and poets adopt another name to free them up from any expectations. After all, Jean Plaidy, Victoria Holt and Philippa Carr were one and the same person. William Trevor is really William Trevor Cox. Even Elena Ferrante is another author by another name but nobody knows who. She (or he) has created a modern Italian mystery by hiding their real identity.<br />
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Am I Ruth Snell? In some ways yes, although several of you will know me as someone else.<br />
Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-72915423309952040012015-08-08T04:13:00.000-07:002015-08-18T00:09:39.307-07:00Creative Writing Workshop on Russian Literature and it's importance to Western Literary CultureLast year I ran a creative writing workshop near Plymouth where we focused on the styles of the Russian writers. Each literary gem has something to teach us.<br />
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The first image of Russia is one of bleak Siberian winters, heavy fur coats, Communism and the Kremlin. Scratch behind this imagery and you will find something far different. All of this is reflected in their highly successful literature which stands as a classic on the world stage.<br />
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What is their technique? Don't forget many writers who put their feelings onto paper were locked up and/or disappeared under the Communist regime. Some will say things haven't changed. However, as artists we are not here to judge that <em>per se</em>. We just want to look and enjoy.<br />
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If you want to get started on a good Russian short story then look no further than Anton Chekhov. His short story <em>The Cherry Orchard</em> stands alone as a wonderful work of art which grasps the cusp of change in 'old' Russia when we see that a family hanging onto old, traditional standards are 'in the way' of financial property development. It shows the first type of capitalism entering Russia when the poor peasant is no longer poor. Servant turned master and all the rest of it. At the end of the story, only the truly traditional servant is left caring about the family, the house and the orchards. Money talks.<br />
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At school, a truly wonderful teacher of Literature, Mrs Barbara Allen, took us through some of the work of Nikolay Vasilyevich Gogol. Gogol carries something into his work which makes us all look at ourselves from time to time. He puts his finger on the pulse of human frailties. If you haven't read any of his work then it's worth a try.<br />
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Russian Flash Fiction? How about reading some of the work of Mikhail Mikhailovich Zoshchenko to give you a stunning overview. Quick reads such as <em>The Bathhouse, The Galosh</em> and <em>The Hat</em> are food for thought.<br />
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In Russia it was important to be successful in both the short story form and poetry before even contemplating the novel. It was a true marathon. So, if you haven't yet looked at Russian literature then it is worth a go and is something more accessible than you think.Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-38644374706613465232015-07-08T10:15:00.000-07:002015-07-08T10:18:40.845-07:00Creative Writing Workshop at Whitleigh Words FestivalA sincere thank you to everyone who came along to the Japanese Poetry Workshop on Saturday 4 July 2015 as part of the Whitleigh Words Festival. A group of people who barely knew each other were blended and revitalized by studying some of the methods of Haiku, Tanka, Haibun and Renga. This was just a brief introduction into the mysteries of Japanese poetry but one which was enjoyed by all. We also took time to explore and discuss the history of Japanese literature and the ancient culture which supports it. It is a complex subject and not one which can be fully analysed in a couple of hours but I trust the handouts helped.<br />
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Sincere thanks to Sandy Wager, Organizer of the Whitleigh Words Festival for her succinct administration of this event and other activities going on in Whitleigh. Don't forget folks that Whitleigh has been a thriving suburb of Plymouth for 65 years. In fact the key reason for the Festival was to celebrate that era of time from when the first foundation stones were laid. Prior to that, Whitleigh was sprawling farmland consisting of many green acres and traditional farm buildings.<br />
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Sadly Whitleigh Hall was knocked down just after the war which is a pity because like most manor houses in Plymouth, it would have enhanced the currently desired City of Culture status very well. But in those immediate post-war years, like all the Plymouth based manors, it was seen as a sign of capitalist living and not emblematic of socialism, so down it came. And now the Council want to apply for City of Culture status ... when the backbone of its history was wilfully destroyed .... by the .... Council ... while they keep the grotty Civic Centre Council House (circa late 1950s) standing as a listed building. You couldn't make it up if you tried.<br />
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P.S. I'm glad they don't work for me.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-44048907662281737482015-06-25T14:12:00.001-07:002015-06-25T14:12:53.243-07:00Let's Start Looking At Haiku ...Let us start looking at Haiku. That small but philosophical piece of poetry in the 5-7-5 syllable count which gives a snapshot of a moment in time. Here are some I did earlier (as they say) ...<br />
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Summer morning dawns<br />
as gulls sweep glittering seas<br />
Plymouth awakens<br />
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Vast skies unfold blue<br />
above a river's strong flow<br />
which stills each poet<br />
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Each snowdrop wavers<br />
in woodland green glades of dew<br />
February gems<br />
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A silent world waits<br />
over a golden seabed<br />
yet above there's storms<br />
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(c) Ruth Snell <br />
2015<br />
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Look forward to meeting the fellow creative writers at Whitleigh very soon.<br />
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Ruth<br />
Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-25976420201898624682015-05-21T13:58:00.000-07:002015-05-21T14:04:57.052-07:00Looking at Japanese PoetryIn due course I will be running a workshop as part of the Whitleigh Words Festival 2015 on Japanese Poetry. Below is a poem which caught my eye several years ago and was written by Tamura Ryuichi, Japan's most popular modern poet:<br />
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<strong>A Man Who Writes a Poem</strong><br />
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A man who writes a poem<br />
floats in space<br />
No one can tell<br />
where the buoyancy comes from<br />
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A man who writes a poem<br />
is like a pianist<br />
whose hands are already moving<br />
before the key's been chosen consciously<br />
His hands precede him<br />
His hands caught by the sound cannot escape<br />
which is why they struggle<br />
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The sound guides the hands<br />
and the hands<br />
trying to escape the sound<br />
drag him along<br />
somewhere<br />
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Where?<br />
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To see the shape<br />
of a man writing a poem<br />
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Jump off the highest place in the world<br />
upside down<br />
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And then your falling eye the wrong way up<br />
might catch a glimpse<br />
of a man writing a poem<br />
floating in space<br />
inside the gloom<br />
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We will look at this and more traditional styles of Japanese Poetry. Workshop details available through the Whitleigh Words Festival website.<br />
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<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-80296934293715886052015-05-11T11:21:00.000-07:002015-05-11T11:21:16.426-07:00Plymouth Poetry - Past and Present<strong>Poetry about Plymouth - Past and Present</strong>. Well, I wonder who started the ball rolling on that one then? It always makes me smile when someone 'borrows' an idea you have had (and published) by then masquerading it as their own. When I published <em>Inspeximus: Poetry from the Manors of The Roborough Hundred</em> I realised I was writing for a very niche market. Not everyone likes history. Few understand specific local history and even fewer people these days read poetry. So, when I see a certain 'historic' institution in Plymouth deciding to have an open evening for people with 'Plymouth Poetry Past and Present' as a grand theme, I fall off my chair in laughter.<br />
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Remember. You heard it here first.<br />
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Remember also that nepotism rules in some cities which have refused to unlock their minds but want all the benefits when things go right. Truth is stranger than fiction in Plymouth.Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-62439902845694454562015-04-24T11:29:00.000-07:002015-04-24T11:33:49.106-07:00Whitleigh Words Festival I am pleased to have been invited along to the Whitleigh Words Festival 2015.<br />
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My memories of the Whitleigh area are good ones. My father lived there for a few years after the Second World War in what was then a 'new estate' and my Grandmother lived in Lancaster Gardens from around 1973 to 1984. Both of them had vivid memories of Whitleigh when it was rambling green countryside and ancient woodland before the war changed so much in the Plymouth area.<br />
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I will be running a Poetry Walk and a Japanese Poetry Workshop as part of the Festival events. Dates and details can be found on the Whitleigh Word Festival website. Bookings for all workshops with myself and other writers need to be arranged through the contacts shown.<br />
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In particular, we must all thank Sandy Wager for working so tirelessly to make the festival happen. She has lined up a galaxy of different activities which all come down to words - and their importance in our lives. Her achievements have been huge in grasping such a wide undertaking and putting the special community of Whitleigh people into a higher profile. Thank you Sandy.<br />
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Keep on writing!<br />
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Ruth<br />
<br />Ruth Snellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08176469218831287979noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390267872133627983.post-58496285471876850452015-03-16T16:50:00.000-07:002015-03-16T16:50:14.791-07:00The 'i's' and the eyes have it for Poetry and Pictures ...Poetry and Pictures - how do we 'see' them and what is the link?<br />
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<strong>I</strong>magery: The meaning of Imagery evolves from the Latin 'of a likeness' and covers the use of language to represent a sensory or extra-sensory experience. Through pushing out our descriptions of what we see, the use of simile and metaphor is very effective. Look at this extract from <em>Lazarus and the Sea</em> by Peter Redgrove ....<br />
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'They spread like whispered conversations<br />
Through all the numbed rippling tissues radiated<br />
Like a tree for thirty years from the still centre<br />
Of my salt ovum. ...'<br />
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<strong>I</strong>llusion: What writers create to make the reader feel they are sharing in the experience of hearing, feeling, tasting, seeing and smelling. <em>The Rime of the Ancient Mariner</em> by Samuel Taylor Coleridge is a good example ...<br />
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'My lips were wet, my throat was cold,<br />
My garments all were dank;<br />
Sure I had drunken in my dreams,<br />
And still my body drank.<br />
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The important element of illusion is for the writer and the reader to appreciate together the pace and element of content in the work.<br />
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<strong>I</strong>deograph: This is rarer in English but means 'a picture of the thing itself' - or is more applicable to a written symbol. The Chinese and Japanese languages are ideographic. The symbol is generally drawn from a picture of representation.<br />
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So there are above, three literary words for you which all begin with 'i' and work on how poetry and wider literature is perceived through how we see through what is written.<br />
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