LAKE COUNTY, Calif. – Casey Carney’s lifestyle might be defined as “poetry in motion.”
In addition to writing the level of creative verse that resulted in her selection as Lake County Poet Laureate for 2014-16, she has been a teacher, a dancer, a master photographer, a painter, a lover of horses, and ...
Well, suffice it to say she never stops and she has never been less than a passionate artist.
“I am,” she confided, “a very creative person and I find the language (to compose) anywhere and I assimilate my emotional experience and express the many possibilities.
“Life is very layered and complex and beautiful and challenging and I think creative writing and poetry can reflect all of that,” she added.
Carney brought her considerable repertoire of artistic talent from Long Beach to Lake County and the city of Clearlake four years ago. She familiarized herself with this region by coming here off and on for 20 years to visit her sister.
“I fell in love with Northern California and Lake County in particular immediately,” she said. “I think Northern California is very dynamic. There’s a powerful, creative, and healing energy and progressive spirit here along with the profound need for it.”
As testament to her boundless energy for a multiplicity of expression, she is currently working on a poetry manuscript – “How to Tell a Party from a Disaster” – for publication, has two novels in the works and has a large body of her photographic renderings that she frequently presents with her poetry.
She also is currently displaying her photography at the Saw Shop in Kelseyville, the Riviera Common Grounds Coffee Shop and the Lower Lake Coffee Shop.
On Friday, June 6, Carney and her immediate predecessor as Lake County Poet Laureate, Elaine Watt, will read their poems at the newly opened Bona’ Marketplace in Ukiah.
In November, she has a wine-oriented photography show scheduled.
Carney has a master’s degree in dance and taught special education classes for six years in both Southern and Northern California. But she does not stress formal education as tantamount to artistic expression.
“I think my educational background and my love for children, particularly with special needs or at risk population, are my interests,” she said. “So being in education will allow me to work with that population as a mentor.
“I’m educated as far as going through public schools,” she said, “but I don’t have a stellar background in education. For all the art forms I've done in my life, it’s more a drive and a necessity.
“Certainly a good vocabulary and a good education will expand you,” she added, “but it’s not the criteria to have a voice that matters. I think poetry can happen on any strata of society. So the street poet – the rapper walking down the street trying to make sense of his or her world – is all valid.”
Carney’s own education was interrupted when she was 14 and her family “fell apart.” She lived in a lot of different places, she said. She took up dancing “because it was a way to get back into my own body.”
Of her selection as Lake County Poet Laureate she asserted, “It’s just so incredible for me to be in a family of poets, important because I’m alone with my singular voice. Now, to have an affirmation and mentors who are highly educated poets is just thrilling.”
Read selections from Carney's poetry below.
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the word
trees are raining fingerprints
down into the sea of wind
yet I have never held the hand
of he or she who sleeps within
the bowl of time, the fragile mind
the relics falling through the sky
as brief as star, as slow as bird
and drifts the stones made out of word.
Your solvent cowboy
Your solvent cowboy
Is coming, here he comes
He’s got a jangle in his pocket
And pearl handled gun
See, he knows when to use it
Better yet, when to not
He ‘aint no traveling salesman
You ‘aint no used car lot
He’s kind to the cattle
It’s the right thing to do
Before crossing your threshold
He takes time to wipe his shoe
Takes you out in the daytime
By the lake, then at night
Asks you for a slow dance
Making sure you are alright
A slow dance, a slow dance
Before he rounds you up
And in the dawn, there’s his heart
Right beside your coffee cup.
Revival
Dragging battered suitcases of bruises over dream
A salesman with a deadline travels in the fire of day
Rattlesnakes in mating dances startle all the horses
Driven forward for the promise of a Great Awakening
The mirage is enough to keep the wheel in spin
Bones must be delivered, one way or another
This next town looks like the one that came before
There’s the medicine man again, dressed up in rainbow
There’s the stranger, standing in the shadow of a tree
There’s the man with the five point star, and the matching guns
There’s the big top, where costumes are being sewn
While elephants wait in iron and chain, like child or criminal
Wagons, stagecoaches, and eventual trains
Ambushed, derailed, or hijacked by renegades
Some letters, though, make it through to golden shore
Where gulls are tossed in wind, and where the ships begin again.
night animals
diamonds
move closer to the surface
trying to be discovered
leaves are shining
a rock is balanced on its side
someone left bones
one person tells
her dream to another
i am destined to overhear
i watch for night animals
stars fill my windshield
all the way home.