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“Why I Write” an essay by Trish Hopkinson (blog rewind)

whyiwriteBig thanks to Melissa Crockett Meske for publishing my lyrical essay “Why I Write” on her blog back in May.

Premier Provo Poet Trish Hopkinson, co-founder of Rock Canyon Poets, has stopped by for a visit. For those of you who know Trish, you won’t want to miss this. For those of you who don’t, be sure to keep reading to learn more about why Trish writes, and why she ever did.

Then watch for me to return the visit next Sunday, May 22 when I stop by Trish’s blog at trishhopkinson.com.  My topic, “Poetry: Why Even Bother?


Why I Write by Trish Hopkinson

In response to Terry Tempest Williams essay by the same name.

There was a time in my life when I tried to fill in the blankness with other art forms—photography and scrapbooking, calligraphy and lettering, a little graphic design, or the simplest of artistic prospects, like creative chore charts for my children. My practical, perfectionist side took over and muted my words, my pen, my urge to write. There seemed no specific purpose in pouring out poetry while swallowing wine, or a cold brew late at night. Years past and my happiness subsided; I felt incomplete, lacking, and sullen. Nothing was filling in the blank. Then I heard about a local poetry event, a poetry slam at a bookstore. I went. I never looked back. I had to learn the hard way why I write.

I write because I am selfish— a selfish poet. I write so the words will soothe my head. I write so monologue can escape. I write to serve my mind its medicine, dribbling it out like moldy penicillin that I drink up when my throat goes dry. I write to create a vaccine for sadness and insanity, like heart heroine. I write, not to print or publish, but as a passion placeholder; not meant to impress, not meant to be permanent. I write to recycle memories, damaged and raw, unrefined cud of thought. I write to force it up and spit it out. I write to remember, to form a poetry blanket of brain insulation, a cushion from the cold. I write to extract the byproducts of being, biodegradable and organic, like the warmth of childhood grilled cheese and tomato soup. I write to indulge in crucial comfort food, to fatten up after a poetry fast.

I write for me. I write because there is something intensely ironic and humane about being human. I write to lift up the heaviness of tangibility, to keep my thoughts light and my breathing deep. I write for my children, to show them that being selfish has a place and makes you more accessible to those you love. I write to uncover sympathy and turn it over, to expose the soft belly of empathy, to peel away layers of hardness, and to be someone’s friend when they need me. I write to relieve the busy-ness behind my eyes, the thoughts that keep me awake when I should be sleepy, and the unsettled havoc of the work week.

I write from gray, from the edges of dark and light. I write to interpret the static, the noise, the many alternate voices. I write to establish a persona, to determine my roles and how each role alters others. I write to find the mother, wife, daughter, sister, student, friend, and poet wandering within. I write as a woman, as an aspiring artist, as an extension of myself. I write out of necessity, out of bursting urges. I write with determination and courage. I write bravely, when all else is quiet, shy, and scared. I write to share secrets and solve mysteries. I write for relief. I write to fill in the blankness.


Biography:

Trish Hopkinson has always loved words—in fact, her mother tells everyone she was born with a pen in her hand. She is author of two chapbooks Emissions and Pieced Into Treetops and has been published in several anthologies and journals, including Stirring, Chagrin River Review, and The Found Poetry Review. Hopkinson is co-founder of a regional poetry group, Rock Canyon Poets, Editor-in-Chief of the group’s annual poetry book series entitled Orogeny, and is currently working on a forthcoming, full length collection of poems inspired by her childhood. She is a product director by profession and resides in Utah with her handsome husband and their two outstanding children. You can follow her poetry adventures on her blog where she shares information on how to write, publish, and participate in the greater poetry community at https://trishhopkinson.com/.

4 replies »

  1. I remember reading Lawrence Durrell of the Alexandria Quartet who has written quite a bit of poetry as well that people take to writing poetry when the have come to terms with life. one of his quotes i like is, “‘Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will—whatever we may think.” the context in which he said included poets. I think when you begin writing poetry you do not carry harsh edges, you could be utterly irreverent or very angry, you have mellowed. Trish has to tell her progress as a writer though she has told us of the day and circumstances of deciding to be a poet.
    Incidentally, LD was nominated for the nobel 4 times but missed it. He combined the best traditions of English intelligentsia and at home with prose and poetry.

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  2. The emotions attached to Life, the Living, the Dying the heartaches need to be written down, these emotions also need to be let go, to Fly, to exit our own Self consciousness, less we fall into the feelings of worthlessness, or emotional lock down. Poetry is calming, Poetry is the voice of Life, it is real, it is human it is who we are, a living, breathing, crying, whining human. Sharing heals.

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