What’s in a Renga?MORAG MACINNES reflects on the opening session in a new renga group in Stromness. |
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| YOU’D THINK, wouldn’t you, that the creative process is a severely fascist thing; something you indulge in because you can be the author of all creation and shape reality to your own design. Ted Hughes’ poem Hawk Roosting describes the mindset well: ‘The sun is behind me Nothing has changed since I began. My eye has permitted no change. I am going to keep things like this.’ But art can and should be collaborative. Community plays, at their best, can give a voice to lost histories. From orchestras to playground mural projects, Greek choruses to Brechtian theatre, shared endeavour enhances the product and energises participants. It’s a lonely business, making new stuff. All the better to get over your angst and share. No good living in what Leonard Cohen describes as ‘the tower of song’: ‘I said to Hank Williams: how lonely does it get Hank Williams hasn’t answered yet But I hear him coughing all night long A hundred floors above me In the tower of song.’ With this in mind, local writers met at the Pier Arts Centre to work with our Host, writer Alison Flett, and our Renga Master, artist poet and publisher Alec Finlay, to produce a twenty verse Ninjuin Renga. This Japanese form, related to haiku, has rules – though it seems to be okay to break them if the flow of the verse demands that – and the Master decides if that’s appropriate. You must alternate between three and two line verses. There should be a connection between verses but not word repetition. You should use concrete images, not abstract ones, and you should be aware of seasonality as the verses progress. If that sounds daunting – well, oddly, it’s not. To be offered a form – this is the moon verse, this the flower verse, this a link, this a shift – is comforting. In the Pier, the atmosphere was warm and supportive. Tea in bonny bowls, free pencils, and a sense of engagement from everyone. We all scribbled our verses, read them out, and commented. Only one verse could go forward to be part of the schema, so sometimes it was very hard to choose, or to lose a favourite. But it was usually clear which poet had caught a moment, or shifted the cycle on to a new level. |
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Where there was confusion, the Master’s word carried. (Not as fascist as this might seem; Alec had that role because of his experience in the form – more of a guide than an arbiter, he knew what fit best to the ancient template. There was no point at which folk felt their work was unappreciated, or ignored.) Links |
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