Wednesday, March 21, 2012

The Poetry of Hope

I was reading D.S. Martin's Kingdom Poets blog, and learned that Martin was the editor of Wipf and Stock Publishers Poetry Poiema Series. And he had a new volume coming out -- Six Sundays Toward a Seventh: Spiritual Poems by Sydney Lea. It was the first volume Lea had published since 2006, and it was a collection of his spiritual poems -- poems of faith -- from a lifetime of writing poetry. I was hooked, and I bought it.

And then I read it.

To see what I learned, please visit my post today at The Master's Artist, "The Poetry of Hope."

Keeping a Promise


My admiration for Katie Davis continues to deepen.

In Kisses from Katie: A Story of Relentless Love and Redemption, Katie has now reached the end of her year in Uganda. She had committed to her parents to go for one year as a missionary and then return to suburban Nashville to start college.

In that year, she has started a non-profit organization to provide schooling for children, rented a large house, planted herself firmly in Ugandan soil, and adopted 19 girls, providing a home, food and love for each of them.

Yet commitment to her parents hangs over her. She thinks that perhaps she can go to college for a semester, return to Uganda , and do the rest of her college degree by correspondence or online. But she knows she has to return to Tennessee.

And she does.

I can think of a dozen justifications she could try or arguments she could make to stay in Uganda, as well as 19 real reasons. But she has made a commitment, and she returns to keep it.

It’s almost too easy to find reasons to break a promise. Virtually all parts of our culture are littered with the bones of broken promises.

Consider politics. We’re heard “read my lips – no new taxes.” We’ve heard a president justify killing an American citizen without due process or judicial review – the same president who was so appalled (as a candidate) at jailing terrorists at Guantanamo without due process of law. I watch a presidential candidate try to convince us he’s an honorable man – while approving attack ads that bring politics to new lows (and that’s quite an accomplishment).

And then there’s Katie Davis, who is willing to walk away from what she’s created in a small Ugandan village to keep a promise to her parents – honoring both her parents and her God.

I think I know how this will turn out, but I’m still in awe.


We’ve been discussing Kisses from Katie, let by Jason Stasyzsen and Sarah Salter. To see more posts on this chapter, please visit Sarah’s site, Living Between the Lines.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Fields of Red

Today I have a post over at Tweetspeak Poetry, where I talk about what is to edit the tweets from a poetry jam on Twitter into understandable poems. Also included are six additional peoms from our recent jam called "Fields of Red." And the final six will post on Thursday.

So check them out, and let me know what you think.

Photograph by Claire Burge.

Waiting: Surgical Light



Light gleams through rotunda
windows, a cascade down
past glass, metal, wood;
landing upon, coloring, small
huddles of friends, families,
patients waiting to be admitted,
or waiting after admitting or
just waiting in their wheel chairs,
a herd of wheel chairs,
their occupants swapping stories
of backs, knees, legs, ankles, hips,
all of the body parts that ache
with age, patients patiently or
impatiently waiting with soft
Southern accents under rotunda
windows gleaming with light
from a blue sky.

Photograph: Clarity by Sabine Sauermaul via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

This poem is submitted to Open Link Might at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today.

Monday, March 19, 2012

The Spear of Fionn


I had been a supervisor for all of two days. I had been given a small function (two people – Ron and Barbara). I was attending my first leadership team meeting – and I was full of all the idealism and plans of a first-time supervisor.

This meeting was a people review, and the first words my new boss said were, “Big Boss wants Ron fired.” There was a moment of silence, and then I asked why.

“He just isn’t up to snuff. He’s a weak player. And Big Boss didn’t like the job he did on the big team meeting. So he needs to go.”

Two former supervisors of Ron were sitting at the table. One said, “Oh, yeah, Ron has always been a problem.”

I then committed a corporate faux pas. “So why didn’t you do something about it when he reported to you?” I asked.

The truth was, I knew Ron was a problem. I’d known since I’d been on the team, for almost three years. Ron was overwhelmed by his job, and the new technology that was transforming it. Some things he did well; others he didn’t do at all. Even before I became his supervisor, he had spent a fair amount of time in my office complaining how the rest of the team didn’t “get” what he was trying to do. He complained to me because, a long time previously, I had done his job. Actually, I did his job and a lot more.

At the leadership meeting, I looked down the table at the Human Resources person, who hated this kinds of issues. “What are our options?” I asked.

Looking at my boss, she said, “Fire him.”

“So what has he been told in his performance reviews? What’s in his file that would justifu the company firing him?”

I knew the answer.

Nothing.

Most organizations don’t like telling people they’re not doing well. It can get messy. Youmay have to explain yourself, and have your facts lined up.

But in Ron’s case, there was nothing.

“I’m going to put him into the performance process,” I said, “We’ll do it for 90 days and see where we are at the end.”

The process – designed by HR (and what the HR rep should have recommended) – is for problem employees. It’s a planned program of milestones and learnings. It has to be thought through carefully, and aims to get the employee up to par or end in termination. It’s a pain for supervisors to do, which is why Ron’s previous supervisors hadn’t done it. I hadn’t done one before, but spent a few days learning how to do it and set the program up.

I was unwrapping the spear of Fionn.

In The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America, David Whyte speaks of the myth of Fionn, the legendary greatest Irish poet, who is raised in hiding by two aunts in the woods of western Ireland. When a teenager, he meets the great bandit Call Mac Lara, who turns out to have been an adherent of Fionn’s father.

Call teaches Fionn all the cunning he knows – everything he knows – including about the spear, “a spear so given to the spitefulness of killing that it had to be tied to a tree and bound tightly with cloth.” The weapon is not to be used unless Fionn’s life is at stake.

Whyte likens the spear to a tool used (or not used) in corporate ethics. “Corporate ethics seems to swing between two extremes, on the one hand outright ruthless avarice, and on the other a reliance on bland and bloodless middle class ethics. The first one usually issues from the boardroom, the second from the Human Resources Department. One says the spear is to be used all the time or someone at some time will use it on you, while you’re not looking; the other denies its existence altogether and says we have only to work together and everything will be all right.”

The reality is that sometimes the spear has to be used. The parallel reality is that it should be used only sparingly.

Ron had largely failed in his job, but the organization and its leadership had also failed. That was why the situation had been tolerated – no one wanted to use the spear even though it was needed.

We did the performance process, which included weekly milestones and progress checks. At the end of the 90 days, Ron offered this assessment: “I did some things well, but the ones I know matter the most I didn’t do well at all. I just don’t get it.”

Two weeks later, I told Ron that we were letting him go with a severance package. He wasn’t happy about it, but he understood why.

I had used the spear of Fionn, and I quickly tied it back to the tree.


At TweetSpeak Poetry, we’re discussing David Whyte’s The Heart Aroused. Led by Lyla Lindquist, the discussion with links to other posts will post on Wednesday. My post today is on chapter 5, “The Salmon of Knowledge.” I will have a post Thursday on chapter 6, “Taking the Homeward Road.”

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Saturday Good Reads


The loss of mother, a reflection on writing, a prodigal parent, a poem for a son – there were a lot of posts about families this week. All good stuff.

Prose

It Is a Quiet Mourning,” by Jerry Barrett at Parenthetically Speaking in 3D.

Building Fences Around Our Castles” by David Rupert at Red-Letter Believers.

The Persistence of Patience” by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact.

Shifting Priorities” by Kathy Richards at Katdish.

Lucky Kim” by Billy Coffey at What I Learned Today.

Why I Write” by Duane Scott at Scribing the Journey.

The Importance of Being the Prodigal Parent” by Ann Voskamp for Incourage.

Narrow Gates and Dark Sluggish Nights” by Anita Mathias at Dreaming Beneath the Spires.

Happy Naomh Padriac’s Day” by Greg Sullivan at Sippican cottage.

Poetry

A Poem for My Son” by Megan Willome.

Dreams of Living” by Chris Galford at The Waking Den.

Blurred Vision” by Maureen Doallas at Writing Without Paper.

Cradle” and “Wet makes grey” by B.K. McKenzie at Signed…BKM.

Birds over Computer Fan” by Jerry Barrett at Parenthetically Speaking in 3D.

Paintings and Photographs

Sauvie Island Studies,” watermedia on Yupo by Randall David Tipton at A Painter’s Process.

A Wonderful Hike” by Timothy Good at Photography by Tiwago.

Cup of Blessing” and “In Waiting” by Susan Etole at Just…A Moment.

Time” and “Photo work” by Nancy Rosback at A Little Somethin’.

Videos

Love Is Not All” by Edna St. Vincent Millay, read by Tom O’Bedlam at Spoken Verse.

Life and Death” by Paul Cardall.

Photograph: St. Patrick’s Cathedral by Bobby Mikul via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Friday, March 16, 2012

David Whyte’s “Fire in the Earth: Poems”

Over at TweetSpeak Poetry, we’ve been reading The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America. Not coincidentally, Whyte has a book of poems entitled Fire in the Earth (same title as chapter 3 of The Heart Aroused) that contains poetic renderings of much of what he covers in the book.

In fact, Fire in the Earth is a kind of workbook for The Heart Aroused, or perhaps The Heart Aroused is a kind of commentary on the poems. Either way, to read them together is to know and experience what Whyte is describing in the non-fiction work and what he is saying in the poems.

The volume is divided into four sections – Fire in the Body, Fire in the Voice (also a chapter title in The Heart Aroused), Fire in the Quiet and Fire in the Mountains. Each section contains poems that anticipate or amplify the ideas in his book.

In “The Husk of Your Voice” and all of the poems in the Fire in the Voice section, the poet explores the creativity of the human voice, more the spoken expression of the creativity in the soul:

The husk of your voice
is like a chrysalis
grown round something
hidden,
waiting to be born
and waiting for you
to stop.

What is inside
Want you to know itself fully
Before it is born…

“Whether or not we try to tell the truth,” Whyte says in The Heart Aroused, “the very act of speech is courageous because not matter what we say, we are revealed.”

This is what I find so personal about poetry – the writing of poetry is revealing to a greater extent than other kinds of writing, with the possible exception of the formal speech (and poetry and speeches are intimately related). Poetry and speeches are revealing, removing the disguises we often place in other forms of communications and expression.

The poems in Fire in the Earth are all of this, and more – a revealing of the depths of the soul from which creativity, and the creative urge, spring.


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