Code Poetry 1:1 at Stanford

Code Poetry 1:1 at Stanford

Stanford had another Code Poetry event, and I went this time. It was quite astonishing. Poets from all around the world, some in the room, and some participating via Google Hang Out. Surrogate performers for poets who couldn’t be present. Pink lipstick that glowed in the dark (you’ll have to read the article to figure out that one…).

I’m hoping to work together with Melissa Kagen, the Stanford student who is getting grants to put on these events, to sponsor one right here in Cupertino. Watch this space!

Prompt #21 Your Heart

Now that February is over, we can discuss poetry about the heart without succumbing to Valentine’s Day. There is so much poetry about the heart – and it’s not all about love: romantic, unrequited, historic, young, fevered, or forgotten. I’m working on a lesson plan for a group of patients with cardiac disease, and this opportunity to think about the heart in its many guises is wonderful and intriguing. Just looking up “poetry + heart” on my favorite poetry websites has been an adventure. Here are a few things I found.

  • A Birthday” by Christina Rossetti (which might be one of my favorite poems of all time). Many of you have heard me recite at the drop of a hat, “My heart is like a singing bird.” Hear it sung here.
  • Finding the Space in the Heart” by Gary Snyder, which includes this breathtaking moment:
    O, ah!
    The
    awareness of emptiness
    brings forth a heart of compassion!
  • For years my heart inquired of me,” by Hafez, translated and with notes.
  • Heart” by Catherine Bowman, which worries about the heart in modern language of anguish, comparing it to an asp.
  • Sacred Heart” by Lee Briccetti, and speaks both of the valentine and about the heart’s physicality:
    “it was wet, like a leopard frog on a lily pad, / had long tube roots /”
  • Pericardium” by Joanna Klink, perhaps my favorite new find, which closes in this extraordinary way:
    “the way the body has always been waiting for the heart to sense / It is housed, it is needed, it will not be harmed.”

You get the picture. Many ways the heart has captivated artists, scientists and lovers throughout history. Many poems.

I’d like to encourage you to write about the heart. Try not to think about “love” per se, but of course, if it sneaks into your poem, that’s okay. Think about the heart as an engine – the miraculous things it does for your body. Think about your heart as an instrument – beating out the rhythm of your life. Think about the heart of someone else – how knowable is it? What about illnesses of the heart?

I’ll close with a sweet song I learned as a child, written (or at least recorded) by Shakespeare for The Merchant of Venice.  The little song is titled “Love” in some books, and suggests the beginning of love is the eyes, not the heart at all. There are many recordings and videos on YouTube, but this is the version I learned to sing as a teenager, though not quite like this.

TELL me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourishèd?
Reply, reply.
It is engender’d in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring Fancy’s knell:
I’ll begin it,—Ding, dong, bell.
Ding, dong, bell.

The beautiful image at the top of the post is from the Spring 2014 issue of Stanford Medicine, a beautiful magazine.

Finally, here is another illustration from that magazine. I encourage you to read about “The Mysteries of the Heart” and how this most sturdy and intricate organ is “yielding to research.”

heart birds

Code Poetry Slam at Stanford

Code Poetry Slam at Stanford

Of course, at the intersection of Silicon Valley and Poetry there will be magic. This is a great story. I am only sad I didn’t know ahead of time so I could have attended!!

Update (January 9,2014) For those who want more information, you can see examples of code poetry and a full description at this website.  Click on the Resources Tab.

And, for the most intrepid among you, read Meika’s blog post here about how to tell when what you’ve got is a code poem or not. Amazing. I can barely understand this, but that doesn’t make it any less amazing.  And there is even something being discussed here called Compositional Poetry. And here.

Compositional Poetry is a form of read-together poetry written in a number of voices and is performed much like a musical score, where the voices speak their lines according to their responsibilities, not in chorus, not in soliloquy, not taking turns, but all of these and none. Each voice is thus not a character as a role in a play or opera, though characters may appear of their own volition. Stories may emerge of their own inclination.

Some of these websites are delightful. Do not be afraid.