Welcome to the 3:15 homepage for Danika Dinsmore
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I find it interesting that every year I do this I can't stand what I'm writing as I'm writing it...then I'm later suprised when I find little gems. Mostly hypnogogic one-liners like:
The fate of my existence depends upon a lilac bush
I also find they get "better" as the month goes on, whatever that means. More interesting perhaps, at least to me. I think it takes a little time to catch that 3:15 rhythm, where the juice is. It takes practice to stay in that space and create. I think at the beginning I'm trying too hard for it to work, and then at some point I let go.
Still, there does seem to be something a bit "safe" about my work this year, which may be one of the symptoms of having done this experiment 10 times. I have found I've been taking less risks, so if I'm going to continue, I want to figure out a way to deal with that.
The definition of an experiment is to try something new, particularly in order to gain experience. That's where I'd like to go, somewhere new.
I'd love to see a community developed right here where people share innovative experiments and challenge each other to "keep it new."
Congrats to all participants and I look forward to reading your work.
I am grateful for Liz Collins' work in facilitating this year's experiment. It was a nice change to simply be a participant. I am also grateful for her organization of our 3:15 gathering last fall at the Henry Miller Library in Big Sur: "A landscape beyond the brink of i." What a treat to be among the redwoods are share our work. Joanne Kyger's reading was an additional treat.
I would like to thank Gwendolyn Alley for her co-editorship of the anthology "between sleeps" and her hosting of the book release fiesta in Ventura, CA. That woman is the hardest working promoter of poetry I know! Thanks also must go to our publisher, Tod McCoy, and his en theos press for producing such a beautiful book.
I was pleasantly surprised this year to see others inspired by our work. I have found at least two other websites challenging their readers to participate in a 3:15 experiment. Our legacy continues...
As I confirmed on August 11th:
All poems written in Vancouver, BC. This is the first year I was entirely in one place during the month of August (I think).
Next year: 3:15 underwear.
As the years go by in 3:15-land, there are patterns that emerge, tips I learn, and preferences I should definitely write down so I remember for the next round.
I have participated in every "official" 3:15 experiment since 1993. There is no turning back.
I picked a small journal this year. Mistake. The shortness of the pages disturbed me as I was writing. I didn't like the rhythm it created, I wanted longer lines. For those who are new, having the right notebook really does make a difference.
I also stayed entirely in Vancouver, which I also don't like. Tod and I agree that something more magical happens during the experiment if one is traveling at the time.
I have been doing this so long my body receives it and recognized it each year. I set my alarm for the first few days, then after that I wake up naturally for most of the month. Like Tod, I let myself wake this way in order to ride that 1/2 dream state. The time drifts later and later as the month goes by and if I don't wake up I know it's time to set the clock again. So, yes, I admit, I'm not always writing at 3:15. The point, to me, is to write in that state and not get overly obsessed about the time.
Going to bed earlier made for better poems as well. I found that I had more dream material on those nights.
I have participated in the August 3:15 Experiment since 1993 in all save two years. As per usual, I write in a notebook in bed, without even turning the light on, riding that fine line between sleeping and waking.
I'm not adverse to challenge and to hard work...but this summer, I was working far more than was physically / mentally / emotionally healthy and it most definitely showed up in my work. I'm not surprised by how consistently dark and foreboding the work sounds.
Not only was I working long hours (about 70 per week), I was working in a position that sucked me dry emotionally. I clashed with my boss and constantly questioned whether I should continue. My whole world became about this job as I had no room for anything else.
So in a way, the 3:15 Experiment saved me a bit this year. It is a familiar friend, it connected me back to my creativity (even though getting less sleep took its toll), it connected me back to a community of like-minded people. So cheers to all of you who participated and kept me company in the dark hours.
Oh, the joy of actually GOING somewhere during the month of August this year. I was getting so tired of staying at home during the experiment. There's something about traveling while writing 3:15 poems...an adventure inside the adventure.
I'm feeling grateful for technology this year. First, the Facebook group was great. It created even more of a communal feel to the experiment. And even though I was a long time stubborn mule about NOT sharing during the month, change is good. I sit corrected on that one.
Second, cell phones. Even though they bug the hell out of me in so many ways, I discovered that if I put my phone on BUZZ and fell asleep with it in my hand or under my pillow, I could wake up for the experiment without disturbing my husband. Huzzah!
NOTE: all the spaces, line breaks, spellings, punctuation marks, and capital letters are all the way they were written in my journal. I tried to stay as true to the original text as possible.
The 3:15 Experiment continues to morph each year, now thanks to the era of social media. Facebook allows a continued conversation over the months, and one of these days we'll reinvent the website into something more collaborative with a way of communication across the parallels.
Until then ...we continue each year. Me, because I cannot not do the experiment. Some years I pull myself to it like a chore, but this year I was excited, looking forward.
It's taking several months to find time to type them all, but I enjoy revisiting them this way. Finding the surprising and new. Things lost, recovered.
As always, I prefer traveling during the month of August because it adds a twist to the experiment. My favourite this year were Aug 7 and 8 written while I was at a children's writers conference in Los Angeles.
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