Right from the moment I composed my first music, I have
enjoyed working in this medium. Every note expresses emotion, and the difference
in emotional charge between successive notes generates drama. This ability of
music to express drama
perhaps culminated
in my chamber opera
Highland River. However much I enjoy composing music, I
have felt increasingly frustrated with the expressive possibilities available
in the medium of music. Though the title of a work and programme notes can
illuminate what a piece of music is about, instrumental music itself has little
opportunities to express ideas behind it. To acknowledge this, my community
music work has always contained an element of words, be it as song lyrics or
poetry. In answer to my frustration about the limited ability of music to express
conceptual ideas I developed the idea of a
winter residency at Scottish Sculpture
Workshop to explore the expressive opportunities of poetry in its own right,
and identify ways in which I can use poetry as a medium in community arts
projects.
Whereas music is based on sound, poetry is a medium based on
words that are either heard or read. The
series of poems I wrote for my
residency at SSW were composed for performance. As
written last month, when
performed poetry shares many characteristics with music, not least because of
rhythm, rhyme and repetition. Yet, poetry uses words to create images. What’s more,
in their book
Studying Poetry, Matterson and Jones argue that poetry can be
thought of as a way of thinking in images and liken it to visual arts. In A New
Bucket, for example, I used the image of a bucket to illuminate the dreams
families might have cherished about life in town. Like music, poetry often unfolds
through a series of images. In A New Bucket I have used the contrast between
the pail the used in the cottage and the plastic bucket the mother would get in
town to create drama and depth.
A New Bucket
Mother would
get a new bucket, she said,
Once father
started his job in town
A new bucket
mother would get
Filled with
maternal feelings and foam
The new
bucket would be unlike
The pail in
the cottage
No more
dents, harsh clanging
Troubled
water killing soap
No more
heavy pails
Engrained in
mother’s hands
The new
bucket would be plastic, mother said,
Plastic
would dampen thuds
And the
bubbles on the clean water
Would
celebrate days out in the park
Mother would
get a new bucket, she said
Like auntie
Betty was given
When she
moved her expanding family to town
To chase
bubbles.
My residency at SSW has been an inspiring experience. Among
the things I’ll take away are the joy I have experienced writing poetry, the
ways in which imagery can be manipulated to express conceptual ideas, and the
ideas I developed for future community arts projects involving poetry. Next up
will be an exploration of poetry as a medium in arts-led inquiry.
Copyright text, poem and image Petra Vergunst