The book

Kabir says this: When the Guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that
does all the work

There’s a book underway. A poetry book (of course).

This book is called ‘Finding Resonance, perfecting honesty‘. It’s the beginning of a series called the Resonance Series.

This first book hosts my earliest poems, from about ten years ago, covering a span of five years. During this period I write of my love of the bay I live in, the calm my boyfriend offers, and in the midst of that, a cry to an agitated spirit. The only way I know to answer that cry is to travel. To South America.

There’s a poem by Rumi called Love Dogs that captures what I didn’t know back then. It goes:

… The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection. …

And so this whining – this yearning – set in motion a search for a connection that I didn’t have a name for. Searching for something unknown takes you to unexpected places. Hence the series.

There’s great beauty to hindsight and as I look back at all my poems, I can start piecing together the little encouragements and adversaries needed to propel me forward.

I have an earlier post which explains in more detail what my poetry book series is about, and why I am presenting them in this way.

Not just a poetry book

Intermingled into the books are my travel photos which – at times – juxtipose the soft landscapes as I despair, or offer up rugged coastlines as I lie in peaceful acceptance. And at other times, the photos and poems sympathise; the internal and external journey finding congruence.

Self publishing

I have decided to self publish. It started out as an empowerment of web2 technologies (thanks blurb).

However, when I started a writing course at the International Institute of Modern Letters, I thought… maybe I could get networked in the academic circles and find a publisher.

But what’s become apparent for me is that my audience isn’t the sharp gifted, cleverly crafted poetry-lover. No, I’m the feeler in the class. Don’t get me wrong, I have a lot to learn in crafting poetry that I’m entirely grateful for in this workshopping process, but sometimes I just want the class to sit still, and soak, rather than discuss. That’s just me.

What also struck me – and it was a surprise – when I wrote about life as it relates to me (the me as that higher self we all have), I encountered boundaries and the edges of some people’s comfort. It was a shock, I’ve never been *that* person before and I don’t actually feel comfortable being that person either.

So my audience, it seems, may not be this representative sample. That’s ok. I have a sense of where I want this to go and how I want it delivered, and the networks and technologies of the web are making this all possible. It’s a big ask, but endlessly exciting.

It’s a self-propelled project and the momentum keeps carrying me forward. I’m expecting to have the fully proofed version on offer in early midway through 2011. More on that closer to the time.

A comment from one of my ‘first-readers’

What an absolute privilege to look into your life through your writing. The word choice, depth and feeling had me teary sitting reading at my hospital appointment. I marvel at your courage to struggle with and to seek the unknown.

Al Frost

Maybe you can help?

If this project resonates with you, drop me a line (alys.titchener AT It’s all about social networking now, and sadly, I’m not a huge fan of twittering, so I need a little help in that department…

much love and appreciation


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