"A Simple Smirk," ironic American Sonnet from human nature, discussed in two Tuesday Workshops for Writers and Teachers

Tuesday Workshops for Writers and Teachers

Workshop A (July 2011): Human Behavior Provides Inexhaustible Raw Material for Ironic Writing

A1. One quiet spring morning in 1972 a twenty-something reporter for the local newspaper came in my front door at Maximilian's Bookshop in Gardner, Massachusetts, complaining that she could not find a subject interesting enough to write about; did I have any ideas?

A2. After chatting a while, we went out on the sidewalk facing Gardner's town square in a large open intersection of five streets. We could see people here and there, coming in and out of stores, some shopping, some going to work, some cleaning sidewalks in front of their stores, all in the center of a town of some 20,000 souls dating back to pre-colonial times and named for the Col. Thomas Gardner mortally wounded at the Battle of Bunker Hill in June 1775.

A3. Yet a bright young newspaper reporter with a journalism degree still could not, 200 years later, find a single thing in this town interesting enough, provocative enough, ironic enough, to write a story about?!

A4. It occurred to me to suggest to her that every one of those people, and every business, and every event or activity occurring in that town during that day, that week, that month, might provide enough material for a compelling, original front-page story in the Gardner News, requiring only a highly literate reporter to become curious enough about any one of those wonderful human subjects to look enough beneath the surface to dig up a new story, and then write it for a small-town community addicted to hearing ironic new things about itself.

A5. The same principle, I think, applies to any writer who yearns to write sharper poetry, more provocative stories, or more convincing essays, but wonders how to find a proper subject worth writing about in such terms.

A6. To the rescue we have human behavior and human nature, always readily accessible for observation and ironic analysis, coupled with the wonderful, universal, natural powers of unique observation and expression that every conscious person in the world enjoys, without exception.

A7. Human nature provides every would-be writer with an immense reservoir containing a thousand, no a million, subjects for interesting, ironic writing. The list is endless, in fact, limited only by any one writer's capacity to notice and perceive what is out there, to observe and inquire into it with curiosity and/or passion, and to try, at least, to understand the story in the subject.

A8. On Friday, July 15, 2011, I wrote the little poem "A Simple Smirk is Not a Useless Quirk" to dramatize one pervasive, ironic aspect of human nature, the seldom admitted desire to somehow evaluate ourselves as better than others, by pointing to one easily overlooked way we use certain words as tiny signals to this otherwise unacknowledged desire for superiosity [sic].

A9. Why unacknowledged? Because other people don't like to see this trait in us, especially when they feel they must hide the same desire they feel relative to us! None of us in this present workshop discussion, of course, would ever behave or think like that, right?!

A10. The idea of the smirk-as-irony first emerged in June-July 2011 when I noticed a young writer-friend (northweststarr) using the word smirk rather often in comments to several articles in the Internet platform HubPages, and it occurred to me that her gleeful over-use of a pejorative word like smirk unwittingly revealed a not-so-nice part of her private self for public display.

[I thank thee still today, dear friend and poet . . . Northwest Star,
however, and wherever, and whatever . . . you now are!
(added with enduring affection, August 10, rev. Sept. 18, 2013)]

A11. With words like smirk, quirk, work, and jerk roiling my brain, a poem quickly began to emerge with the iambic sentence, "Her smirk is not a quirk if it's the essence of her work."

A12. Each new line dissected this one person's folly, but that seemed gradually more and more unfair, because so many other people obviously share that same attitude whenever they encounter someone or something they deem patently criticizable.

A13. So my second draft generalized the words her smirk and her work to read, "Some people's smirk is not a quirk if it's the essence of their work."

A14. Toward the end of the writing process, however, while reading the poem out-loud to my wife (always read your writing out-loud to someone!), it sounded to me more like some wise guy up on his presumed Mount Olympus wagging his finger moralistically at all those chumps down below.

A15. To universalize the idea, therefore, I was forced to change the few words necessary to admit myself as one of the culprits sharing in the offense, which suddenly gave the poem a surprising new ironic sense of humor, and thus even more compassion for this widespread, if not fully universal human weakness, if indeed, a weakness is what it is.

A16. Noticing one person's foible, in short, had led me straight back to human nature in general, and then straight back to myself as the one small brush-stroke that I am in the larger, kaleidoscopic portrait of humanity.

A17. I hope you enjoy the poem half as much as I enjoyed writing it, editing it for publication, and discussing it here with you. Please let me know what you think. Better yet, do some writing of your own the next time you encounter one of the ironies of human nature.

A18. Clue: Only a partial truth embedded in "irony," folks. Ease up!

A Simple Smirk Is Not a Useless Quirk

For me, a simple smirk
is not a useless quirk,
but constitutes, in point of fact,
the essence of my daily work.

That "other guy" will always work
as my next non-perceiving jerk!
Should not superiority assume
continuing persistence of this perk?

Why leave the job to rash, incompetent guesswork?
Intense annoyance need not in such darkness lurk
when nearly everyone deserves my sidelong irk --
a cheerful duty I, for one, must never, ever shirk!

First draft, Friday, July 15, 2011

Workshop B (July 2013): Why Revise a Poem You Like?

B1. Preparing for a new edition of my booklet American Sonnets and Other Poems in a Workshop Setting (Villa Park, IL, 2012), I felt a strong desire to revise this poem so it would conform more closely to the insights the poetry itself had given me.

B2. This epiphany led me on July 15, 2013 to recast the entire work into what I call "an experimental American sonnet."

B3. A final revision or two resulted, more or less, from the comments of my kind and generous reader Amy of Chicago (Huey19).

B4. As elsewhere, I leave the original version as is, because some private readers like it better than the new revision which I give here now.

B5. You be the judge which one you like best and please let me know.

A Simple Smirk
An Experimental American Sonnet

It seems to me, a simple nasty smirk
should not be labelled as a vain and useless quirk,
but constitutes for many people everywhere
a necessary essence of their daily work.

That "other guy" can always serve us well to be
the hopeless, foolish, stumbling, undiscerning jerk!
Superiority with justice can assume
this kind of indispensable and timeless perk!

Why leave such vital functions to a rash,
incompetent, and uninformed guesswork?
Intense annoyance and resentment need
not in such disconcerting darkness lurk!

So nearly everyone sees people every day
deserving fully of a scathing, sidelong irk --
a cheerful duty they most fervently would pray
that they, for goodness sake, might never, ever shirk.

Revised to August 10, 2013.

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Fiddleman 5 years ago from Zirconia, North Carolina

Reading faces can reveal a lot.


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Max Havlick 5 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois Author

Thank you, Fiddleman, for commenting, and for signing on to follow my work. I like to tell stories along with my little poems.


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Huey19 3 years ago from Chicago

Max you have done it again! Your profound thoughts always please me and provoke some sort of response. This time around I'd like to share that I am fascinated with stories. I love to read, books, people, artwork, natural beauty around me, EVERYTHING! Scars tell stories, tattoos tell stories, people are endless books. On this note, I complete agree with you that all one has to do to find a subject to write on is become interested, dig deeper, get curious and discover! That is the adventure of it all is it not? Interesting article as always. :-)


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Max Havlick 3 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois Author

Oh Huey 19, I am so embarrassed I missed this comment "2 months ago" (it says) while missing in action tending to my new student from Athens, Greece, teaching English language and American culture (how to be an independent American woman!), as she starts painting illus. for my stuff. You see, even now already I need YOU as a tutor to help me! What verbally oriented woman in Chicago is more independent than you, right?

Favored Warrior Woman, I wonder about you all that time, what happened to you, why I heard nothing. I crave response then fail to notice it! All the time it was my irresponsible lack of attention to my own hubs!

Thank you, thank you, thank you for your generous kind words about my work which, as you can see, is far from taking the world by storm. And also for taking time to write about yourself; yes, I want to know EVERYTHING about you. Oh it's purely selfish, don't worry; I need you for inspiration to write good poetry. Please write me an email soon and tell me what you are doing, or I will write you.


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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

Dearest Max,

Of the aforementioned, it seems to me

there is a line you have written

for all of eternity:

"one small brush-stroke that I am in the larger, kaleidoscopic portrait of humanity."

Can't help but wonder

what portrait

Lady Adamantia

would paint

for while your poem

on irony works

that one line

continues to lurk

in my mind

like a poem

missing its rhyme

so perhaps you may choose

to take that line

and make it

twist and turn

show this muse

colors and shapes

you do see

when you look

at humanity

My best to you always,

Lady Kimberly


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Max Havlick 3 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois Author

MUSES ROUGH AND TOUGH

AN AMERICAN SONNET

TO LADIES KIMBERLY, AMY, AND KARI

Oh sweet muse Lady Kimberly, . . . I love to hear your lyre

profoundly snapping off your short . . . sapphire spitfire crossfire,

but in your search for subject themes, . . . do you not ever tire

of trying to provoke and stir . . . Max to intenser fire

with clearer insight and a more . . . rich pro-duc-ti-vi-ty

than even Her-cu-les come back . . . to life would likely see?!

Have you not seen too high a fire . . . burn chicken in your day?

That many things pursued at once . . . get in each other's way?

Muse Warrior Woman's arrows sting, . . . but so infrequently,

that Max can rest while she renews . . . her wisdom restlessly.

My Northwest Star, too ill these days . . . to use the Internet,

still keeps her treasured place within . . . my Muse Triumvirate.

Oh Lord, these muses that you send . . . me are too rough and tough,

but of their charm and wisdom I . . . can never get enough!

With deepest gratitude and love unspeakable,

from Max on Tuesday, thirteen August, audible.

(Please pray your healing touch, support, and presence far

with sister-muse called Kari Larson, northweststarr.)


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Max Havlick 3 years ago from Villa Park, Illinois Author

Kim,

One cannot easily

say everything they see,

but that will not keep me

from trying endlessly.

Max


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ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

Naturally, I will say an extra prayer for this hubber known as northweststarr.

Kim

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