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#93 Backstory of the Poem
“A Father Calls to his Child on Liveleak”
by Stephen Byrne
Can you go through the
step-by-step process of writing this poem from the moment the idea was first
conceived in your brain until final form? This was one of the first poems I wrote that would go on to inspire the
collection that became my book ‘Somewhere but not here’, and it just so
happened, that at the same time as I was beginning to participate in the ‘How
Writers Write Poetry’ with The University of Iowa’s International Writing
Program, the bombardment of Gaza by Israel in July 2014 was beginning too.
I came across a video
of a father in a makeshift hospital room, screaming for the child to wake up,
holding a dead child in his arms and trying to give the child a doll, while
other family members tried to console and make him put the child down.
https://media.
alwatanvoice.com/
video/21c7141422f4083e.mp4
https://media.
alwatanvoice.com/
video/21c7141422f4083e.mp4
I was
devastated watching this. I was ready to get online and voice my anger when it
dawned on me that this was pointless. That this was yet again, just another
person behind a laptop, from the comfort of a nice home, raving on about a
conflict far away from a west of Ireland apartment, safe, warm. This was how
the idea for world-issue stories from unheard voices gave birth to this poem,
and the book.
The images would not
leave my head. The sound of the crying. The doll. The child. Therefore, I wrote
a first draft that I believe took no longer than 10 minutes, incorporating the
voice of the father, placed in the madness of the bombing and chaotic
surroundings.
Using slant iambic pentameter and as slant as possible, words of similarity, it just came together, a very song like chant that I believe captures the emotional chaos and tragedy of that moment. It was a great exercise and one I still use to create a very musical poem that sounds great on the ear, especially when read aloud.
Where were you when you started to actually write the poem?And please describe the place in great detail. I was writing on my balcony in a two-bedroom apartment I shared with a friend, overlooking Galway Bay and the river Corrib in the west of Ireland. It was summer of 2014. Weather permitting, I would sit out here and read and write, drinking as much coffee as possible.
The view was magnificent. The bay, the river, the Clare Mountains. Boats, seals, screaming seagulls, the smell of a sea at high tide, and the stench of the green moss at low. Something I miss is the smell of rain before it appears, and you see it, creeping across the bay, dark as a swarm of bees, before
it hits home.
What month and year did you start writing this poem? July 2014.
How many drafts of this poem did you write before going to the final? (And can you share a photograph of your rough drafts with pen markings on it?) I can’t find any copies of drafts. Since I’ve relocated, everything is up-in-arms and lot of papers misplaced. But I’ve a good memory.
I remember the exercise well and the first draft flew like a bird on the page. I remember being very happy with the first draft, and with this first draft, we would submit it to others and the tutor doing the Iowa-writing program for constructive criticism. From this feedback, I think it took another two to three drafts and I was happy with it.
Were there any lines in any of your rough drafts of this poem that were not in the final version? And can you share them with us? Now, I have no documented evidence so I can’t really say or remember. As far as I can remember, it was in one big verse before been chopped into three.
What do you want readers of this poem to take from this poem? To remember there are always going to be two sides to the same story. Who is right? Who is wrong? But, at the end of the day, someone’s child is dead, regardless of the side you take, never forget the images of the innocent.
That the statement, war is war, is a load of nonsense. To never forget how lucky and privileged we are to sit on a warm couch at night in our well kept homes without the fear of bombardment or the death of a loved one through shelling. If you have a child, try put yourself in this fathers shoes.
Which part of the poem was the most emotional of you to write and why? The lines ‘see the doll I got you son’. Watching a father, try to wake a dead child to give him a doll will never leave my mind.
Has this poem been
published before? And if so where?
It
was published in the annual print journal, ROPES
2015, an annual literature journal brought out by the MA students of NUI
college Galway. And at the beginning of this year, it was re-published online
and translated into Italian for Inkroci - Magazine of Culture and Cinema.
Anything you would like
to add? Yes, don’t be afraid
to give the unheard a voice. A huge portion of contemporary writing, especially
in the US, revolves around the personal, the confessional. Stand up and write for
the unheard and let your emotions carry messages on the wings of a bird or in
the wind singing through trees. Thank you for your time and questions. I love
this whole concept and may it grow and serve you and the audience well.
A
Father Calls to his Child on Liveleak
In Memoriam of 513 Children
Wake up child wake up
cries
the father to his child
beneath
the torn & tattered building
within
the dust & shattered stone
Just
above his bloodied waistline
to
his chest he holds his child
to
his breast he finds are pieces
of
a heart & of a mind
Wake up child wake up
two
three four they blow again
in
the background loud explosions
but
the father holds the hand
of
the child he tries to wake
for
the doll within his hand
see
the doll I got you son
see
the doll I got you son
now
wake up child wake up
but
his child lays stone cold dead
in
his arms he cannot see
the
back of the head that is not there
&
the night will fall in screaming
&
the dawn will snap in two
&
the bombs will keep on feasting
wake up child wake up
Stephen Byrne is an Irish chef and writer currently
living outside Chicago. His first collection ‘Somewhere but not Here’ won the
RL Poetry Award, 2016 International category and was a finalist in the
International Book Awards. In 2012 he collaborated with 6 Galway based poets
known collectively as ‘The Tuesday Knights’ on an poetry anthology called
Wayword Tuesdays including a local based artist and photographer.
The book was short listed for Writing Magazines Writers’ Circle Anthology Award. He has been published worldwide in places such as Warscapes, Indian Review, Tuck Magazine, Rise Up Review, RædLeafPoetry-India, The Original Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology and many others as well as interviewed by Words Without Borders. He is a food writer for the website This is Galway.
https://stephenbyrne.org
The book was short listed for Writing Magazines Writers’ Circle Anthology Award. He has been published worldwide in places such as Warscapes, Indian Review, Tuck Magazine, Rise Up Review, RædLeafPoetry-India, The Original Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology and many others as well as interviewed by Words Without Borders. He is a food writer for the website This is Galway.
https://stephenbyrne.org
BACKSTORY OF THE POEM
LINKS
001 December 29, 2017
Margo
Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”
002 January 08, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake
Café”
003 January 12, 2018
Barbara
Crooker’s “Orange”
004 January 22, 2018
Sonia
Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima”
005 January 29, 2018
Ellen
Foos’s “Side Yard”
006 February 03, 2018
Susan
Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”
007 February 09, 2018
Leslea
Newman’s “That Night”
008 February 17, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”
009 February 24, 2018
Charles
Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”
010 March 03, 2018
Scott
Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”
011 March 10, 2018
Anya
Francesca Jenkins’s “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph “History Abandoned”
012 March 17, 2018
Angela
Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”
013 March 24, 2018
Jan
Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”
014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim
Honjo’s “Colors”
015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn
Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”
016 April 27, 2018
Beth
Copeland’s “Reliquary”
017 May 12, 2018
Marlon
L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”
018 May 25, 2018
Juliet
Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”
019 June 09, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”
020 June 16, 2018
Charles
Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”
021 July 05, 2018
Marla
Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”
022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s
“Studying Ariel”
023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus
Zombie”
024 July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag
2016”
025 August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s “It is only
Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”
026 August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In
the Details”
027 August 13, 2018
Gloria Mindock’s “Carmen
Polo, Lady Necklaces, 2017”
028 August 21, 2018
Connie Post’s “Two
Deaths”
029 August 30, 2018
Mary Harwell Sayler’s
“Faces in a Crowd”
030 September 16, 2018
Larry Jaffe’s “The
Risking Point”
031 September 24,
2018
Mark Lee Webb’s “After
We Drove”
032 October 04, 2018
Melissa Studdard’s
“Astral”
033 October 13, 2018
Robert Craven’s “I Have
A Bass Guitar Called Vanessa”
034 October 17, 2018
David Sullivan’s “Paper Mache
Peaches of Heaven”
035 October 23, 2018
Timothy Gager’s
“Sobriety”
036 October 30, 2018
Gary Glauber’s “The
Second Breakfast”
037 November 04, 2018
Heather Forbes-McKeon’s
“Melania’s Deaf Tone Jacket”
038 November 11, 2018
Andrena Zawinski’s
“Women of the Fields”
039 November 00, 2018
Gordon Hilger’s “Poe”
040 November 16, 2018
Rita Quillen’s “My
Children Question Me About Poetry” and “Deathbed Dreams”
041 November 20, 2018
Jonathan Kevin Rice’s
“Dog Sitting”
042 November 22, 2018
Haroldo Barbosa Filho’s
“Mountain”
043 November 27, 2018
Megan Merchant’s “Grief Flowers”
044 November 30, 2018
Jonathan P Taylor’s
“This poem is too neat”
045 December 03, 2018
Ian Haight’s “Sungmyo
for our Dead Father-in-Law”
046 December 06, 2018
Nancy Dafoe’s “Poem in
the Throat”
047 December 11, 2018
Jeffrey Pearson’s “Memorial
Day”
048 December 14, 2018
Frank Paino’s “Laika”
049 December 15, 2018
Jennifer Martelli’s
“Anniversary”
O50 December 19, 2018
Joseph Ross’s “For Gilberto Ramos, 15, Who Died in
the Texas Desert, June 2014”
051 December 23, 2018
“The Persistence of
Music”
by Anatoly Molotkov
052 December 27, 2018
“Under Surveillance”
by Michael Farry
053 December 28, 2018
“Grand Finale”
by Renuka Raghavan
054 December 29, 2018
“Aftermath”
by Gene Barry
055 January 2, 2019
“&”
by Larissa Shmailo
056 January 7, 2019
“The Seamstress:
by Len Kuntz
057 January 10, 2019
"Natural History"
by Camille T Dungy
058 January 11, 2019
“BLOCKADE”
by Brian Burmeister
059 January 12, 2019
“Lost”
by Clint Margrave
060 January 14, 2019
“Menopause”
by Pat Durmon
061 January 19, 2019
“Neptune’s Choir”
by Linda Imbler
062 January 22, 2019
“Views From the
Driveway”
by Amy Barone
063 January 25, 2019
“The heron leaves her
haunts in the marsh”
by Gail Wronsky
064 January 30, 2019
“Shiprock”
by Terry Lucas
065 February 02, 2019
“Summer 1970, The
University of Virginia Opens to Women in the Fall”
by Alarie Tennille
066 February 05, 2019
“At School They Learn
Nouns”
by Patrick Bizzaro
067 February 06, 2019
“I Must Not Breathe”
by Angela Jackson-Brown
068 February 11, 2019
“Lunch on City Island,
Early June”
by Christine Potter
069 February 12, 2019
“Singing”
by Andrew McFadyen-Ketchum
070 February 14, 2019
“Daily Commute”
by Christopher P. Locke
071 February 18, 2019
“How Silent The Trees”
by Wyn Cooper
072 February 20, 2019
“A New Psalm
of Montreal”
by Sheenagh Pugh
073 February 23, 2019
“Make Me A
Butterfly”
by Amy Barbera
074 February 26, 2019
“Anthem”
by Sandy Coomer
075 March 4, 2019
“Shape of a Violin”
by Kelly Powell
076 March 5, 2019
“Inward Oracle”
by J.P. Dancing Bear
077 March 7, 2019
“I Broke
My Bust Of Jesus”
by Susan Sundwall
078 March 9, 2019
“My Mother
at 19”
by John Guzlowski
079 March 10, 2019
“Paddling”
by Chera Hammons Miller
080 March 12, 2019
“Of Water
and Echo”
by Gillian Cummings
081 082
083 March 14, 2019
“Little
Political Sense” “Crossing Kansas with
Jim
Morrison” “The Land of Sky and Blue Waters”
by Dr. Lindsey
Martin-Bowen
084 March 15, 2019
“A Tune To
Remember”
by Anna Evans
085 March 19, 2019
“At the
End of Time (Wish You Were Here)
by Jeannine Hall Gailey
086 March 20, 2019
“Garden of
Gethsemane”
by Marletta Hemphill
087 March 21, 2019
“Letters
From a War”
by Chelsea Dingman
088 March 26, 2019
“HAT”
by Bob Heman
089 March 27, 2019
“Clay for
the Potter”
by Belinda Bourgeois
#090 March 30, 2019
“The Pose”
by John Hicks
#091 April 2, 2019
“Last
Night at the Wursthaus”
by Doug Holder
#092 April 4, 2019
“Original
Sin”
by Diane Lockward
#093 April 5, 2019
“A Father Calls to his child on Liveleak”
“A Father Calls to his child on Liveleak”
by Stephen Byrne
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2019/04/93-backstory-of-poem-father-calls-to.html
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2019/04/93-backstory-of-poem-father-calls-to.html
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