Leap into History!

It’s been a great week for my ‘By Leaps and Bounds Photo Contest’–I’ve just received two more entries! You can see all the entries on my Facebook page, and vote for your favourite there, too.

'Leap Into History' by Larry Leitner

Both photos below are by Larry Leitner of Michigan, USA, and were taken May 31, 2010. Writes Larry, “This lady is part of a group of Civil War Re-Enactors at Greenfield Village in Dearborn, Michigan. As she was reading the Poem ‘Coping’, she said at the moment I shot this photo, “This is making me cry!”
The next shot was taken at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn, Michigan. Writes Larry: “It’s the original Presidential Limousine that President Kennedy was riding in on that Dallas morning of Nov 22, 1963. The reason it looks different than it does in the news footage is because the Secret Service had an armor plated top installed after the assassination. It was built by Ford Motor’s Lincoln division and was only loaned to the Government. After the car was retired, The Ford Motor Company donated the car to the Museum. This limousine remained in use into the Nixon Administration.”

'Kennedy Car' by Larry Leitner

Thanks so much Larry, for taking this leap into history for me. Fantastic shots! Keep on voting on the photos on my Facebook page here, and enter the contest yourself –it’s ongoing, until August 7th, 2010. Contest rules are posted here. Thanks for all the beautiful, fun stories and photos so far!

Poetry Rocks!

The latest entry for my “By Leaps and Bounds Photo Contest” is titled “Poetry Rocks!” It was taken May 29th at Curl Curl Beach, Sydney, Australia, by Meg Laufer.

Writes Meg, “My friend Mel was engrossed in the poetry, and I was busy with the photography. Suddenly, we both looked up and realised how close the huge waves were to
the ‘dry spot’ where we’d left our bags. Some squealing, scrambling and much laughing ensued.”

Thanks for your efforts ladies! I love that you two would take such a  leap for this contest, and that I’ve made a new reader friend in Mel out of this your photo shoot. In the future, contestants, let’s try to stay dry, or if not dry, at least no broken bones or hospital visits, okay? Think: “Leap –with a Life Jacket” like the cover! (Unless you’re planning on sky-diving with the book, in which case, must admit I’d love to see that, so, Leap, with a parachute!)

That said, I am thrilled with all of these original, fun entries, and really do encourage you to keep thinking outside the box. Can’t wait to see what else you wonderful readers come up with. Never stop leaping!

Rules for this contest are posted here in this previous blog entry. Please don’t forget to vote on your favorite entry so far here at my Facebook group.

'Poetry Rocks!' by Meg Laufer, Sydney, Australia

Leaping at the Lake

I’ve always believed that art inspires art, and here’s a beautiful example of that. These two photos, the latest entries for my By Leaps and Bounds Photo Contest, were taken by artist Tracey Riddell-Ireland at Bennett Lake, Ontario. “I once said that I found your work to be inspirational,” she writes. “These two photos represent that inner inspiration. Drawing is something that I always loved to do, and your poems have inspired me to create something that I didn’t know I could create until it was finished.”

Tracey, you inspire ME. Thank you so much for the beautiful drawing and your two entries. I’m so touched. I’m loving every minute of this contest. It has taken me and all of you on paths I never imagined!

Rules for the contest are posted here. Please don’t forget to vote for your favorite photos on my Facebook Author page!

'Inspired' by Tracey Riddell-Ireland
'Leaping by the Lake' by Tracey Riddell-Ireland

Don’t Leap!

This is about the only time I’d ever say that–as the author of a book titled, ‘Leap,’ I’d say I’m a pretty big fan of jumping in and going for it. But “Don’t Leap!” is definitely the appropriate title for the latest entry in my “By Leaps and Bounds” Photo Contest. This photo was taken by Tony Jurado on May 6, 2010, from the observation deck on the 86th floor of the Empire State Building in New York City, NY, USA. You can vote for this and other photos in the contest on my Facebook Author Page, and enter your own photo by following the rules in my previous blog post “By Leaps and Bounds Photo Contest”. Keep on leaping, everyone–I can’t wait to see what else you come up with for this contest!
Don't Leap!

‘Leap’ by Heather Grace Stewart “engages, entertains, enlivens.”

‘Leap by Heather Grace Stewart (ISBN 978-0-557-29619-4)

Review by UK Poet Tom Phillips (Various Artists)

Following on from 2008’s Where the Butterflies Go and to some extent picking up some of the threads and moods from that collection (and, indeed, the odd poem, such as the elegantly fragile ‘Forecast’, itself now cast in a new light by one of the poet’s own photographs), Heather Grace Stewart’s Leap contains poems which are simultaneously sparer, richer and more diverse. Here, again, the essential drama is between the ordinary daily routine, when ‘there are/deadlines to meet,/bills to pay,/diapers to change’ (‘Coping’), and the extraordinary ‘other’ which both haunts and tantalises, the poetry finding its occasion in the unexpected emergence of the latter in seemingly simply everyday situations. In ‘Offline’, for instance, an ice storm ‘slowed us/for a few short hours’ but also keeps back the world and its routines so a couple can talk and listen ‘like it mattered/like hearing our own eulogies//and the minutes melted into hours’, while in ‘Progress’ a woman caught up – and dissatisfied – in the hurly-burly of instant, demanding, virtual communication ‘texts and types/Tweets and Skypes//then sleeps outside/where stars and/fireflies decorate the/infinite darkness.’ Tellingly, perhaps, ‘coming up for air’ is one of the phrases which echo from one poem to another: the moments isolated in the poems, whether they be a chance encounter (‘Paths’) or a parachute drop (‘The sun-filled sky says, “Brilliant!”/while the wind whispers, “Fool!”’), become restorative acts.
That this should seem such a strong theme in the book is, perhaps, at least partly down to the inclusion of Grace Stewart’s photographs. These, too, by definition, ‘capture’ the moment, their clear, sharp aesthetic providing, not mere illustration as such, but a visual commentary, a heightening of atmosphere, as in the shot of a barn beneath an immense expanse of sky cut only by a single jetstream or the layers of fading blue, like a Rothko painting, in a picture of a lake and landing stage. Photographs and poems don’t always make the happiest of bedfellows, the one making the other too explicit, narrowing down rather than opening up potential meanings, but here the A4 format gives the images plenty of room and they enrich rather than detract from the experience of reading.
All of which, perhaps, is to overlook other crucial aspects of Grace Stewart’s writing: its directness and its humour. As well as the poems which are, as it were, attending to transcendence, there are those which dryly, drolly comment on the foibles of the internet age –in particular, Facebook and Twitter addiction, and, as the title of one piece has it, that ‘New Poetic Genre: The Status Update’. ‘If he were living today/would Shakespeare/use Facebook?’ muses Grace Stewart, postulating such poetic ‘updates’ as ‘Will Shakespeare can see a dagger before him’, while ‘one smart old man’, a sort of virtual Humbert Humbert, transforms himself into the ‘charming and wise’, double-d-cupped ‘Lolita’, and, in the self-explanatory short, ‘140 characters of less’, the whole Tweetocracy collapses into a satirical slogan the marketing department almost certainly won’t be plagiarising: ‘I’m bored, I’m bitter, I’m on Twitter’. On the other hand, too, this more direct, more performative style leads towards other, more serious themes, such as post-9/11 anxiety and the detachment of the almost mythical political world from the one which the rest of us inhabit – ‘one hand’, after all, really can’t ‘hold the weight/of the world.’
Ultimately, in fact, you could say that this collection embodies a similar recognition: poetry, too, can’t hold the weight of the world but it can, as it does in these accomplished but unforced pieces, engage, entertain and enliven. (Tom Phillips, Various Artists)


Leap is available here