Rooted in this dreary afternoon
There are the spells of wild imagination
That open doors onto the wider thought,
The things we wonder when we’re tired,
Ruminating on those frightening questions
On who we are and why we’re here.
Too big to deal with in the here and now,
We need to shrink, to boil it down
To something easy to digest, medicinal
And cures the common colds of mind.
They’re the stories that I need
To help me understand this world
Of complex joints and clockwork parts,
That no one really truly ‘gets’
No matter what they say.
I’ve self published a few books and it’s funny to see this element of magical realism that seems to thread itself through most of my work. I feel that might be for the same reason that I enjoy writing poetry: because I need to simplify the complexities of the world so that I don’t enter in on an existential crisis.
Whenever I teach symbolism and imagery to teenagers I get all excited because I feel like I’m going to open up a whole new world to them. Unfortunately, that never seems to happen.
I love to understand how the world works and how other people view it and I do like to think about what my purpose might be. I do think that we will have these questions answered at the end of it all. But while we are here, a bit of magical realism will help us to grapple with those ideas.
Now, I just need to find a way to get fourteen year olds to care about such questions. Ideas anyone?
4 thoughts on “realistically magical”
Magical realism is part of a lot of YA novels, Rachel. It’s how the author and reader try to make sense of it all, or at least speculate. It’s the with sci-fi, I think. Perhaps that’s why speculative fiction is so popular?
Yes, I think we all just want to make sense of a world that is REALLY confusing.
Ask the questions. Have them write down their responses. Get ready to grapple with the responses and with them.
It can’t be as easy as this, I’m sure.
I long for them to want those deep conversations!