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Friday, May 25, 2012

About my poetry

This one is about me, sitting here and getting more and more excited about the number of public demonstrations against the latest proposals--travesties all!-- for school reform. I listen and watch from a side-balcony, the bay window desktop connection to the world that I have in this second-story apartment in the suburbs.  Can you picture it?  I used to be out in the crowds.  Now I write poetry every day and must decide a path for it.  Publish for real?  Make available on the web?  Save for something?  Read in public?  Give them to Alice? 

Let me explain.

I have an intent to open my closet door and go through the hidden and crumbling boxes to (1) find the poems that I have written most of my life, and (2) rediscover the experience that shaped Alice's thinking.  Alice is the character in my novel.  As yet mostly unwritten, Alice is the novel itself waiting, as Pirandello said, for an author.  I think the author is in the boxes with my selected history of partings.  History of the passion before leaving and of the partings themselves. And about today's wonder: Can I rebuild the burnt bridges to those who peopled my past?

Which brings me back to the poems.  Today I noticed a common theme in what I had thought was random responses to prompts, considered explorations of how I might play with poetic devices if I followed my instincts.  And if I deliberately tried to play.  The theme is separation and return.  Separation and the impossibility of return, snippets of joy in the most vivid of memories until I try to live them backwards and then what?  The poems are grieving though they are not all sad.  They are the painting and the frame of "thinks" to store or to hang, of "thinks" like irrational impressions of something past and let go of, and also present journeys into the past. 

They are not current in a political sense, which surprises me, knowing myself pretty well.  They are surprisingly self-indulgent despite the fact that I have "invited strangers" to narrate.  Why am I surprised?  Read a person's journal and see how they lie.  Read a person's poems and fiction, and learn her deeper secrets and truths.  I have seen that in others and now open to myself.

Just saying.  I thought it was time to let my reader know where I disappeared to.  And that I am happy.


2 comments:

  1. Susan, I'm a huge fan of your blog. I would love to feature it on my blog.

    Also, with regard to Sojourner, you asked had "we" read her work before. What literary body or journal are you referencing? Thanks.
    Octavia
    obmcbride@hotmail.com

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  2. Thank you, Octavia. Do you want to feature this blog or the attached poetry? You are encouraging a beginner at blogging if not a beginner at thinking. I'd love to write a bit more before you do--though your featuring it might just give me the push I need! Let me know your timing.

    About Soujourner, I meant have you posted her poems on your blog? And I was also fishing for links to her published work. Let me apologize if your blog already answers those questions.

    I became a fan of yours during April 2012 at NaPoWriMo, but do not remember whether it was a poem of Soujourner' or yours that led me to you. I think you had been posting about a reward that she won. But the latest reward is not the same one, is it?

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