"Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane." — Anne Sexton
"Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane." — Anne Sexton
It’s late Tuesday and I’m rushing to get my weekly confession done before I turn into a pumpkin at midnight….
Hurry with me to the confessional, no time to waste--
Dear Reader-
A week ago we lost some channels on cable. It’s been a frustrating week dealing with the cable people with various different stories as to the problem but still no resolve. I won’t go into the gory details but the short version is we are still where we were a week ago after spending multiple hours on the phone. Now we are awaiting a technician on Saturday because they now have run out of explanations. All this is to say that I confess that I do not enjoy these kinds of drawn out things. I like to think that I can be a patient person and in many respects I believe I am, sometimes maybe even to a fault, but I’ve lost my patience on this situation. I’ve almost lost my desire for cable as well.
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I confess that I may be a _________snob. (insert your choice of word) My wife has accused me of being a poetry snob, a wine snob and I admit I am very likely a coffee snob. In the case of the latter for example I do not care for the coffee we have at the office. I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the reasons I am hard to satisfy when it comes to coffee, it comes down to the fact that I’d rather drink espresso that coffee. I’m probably a wine snob too because I tend to favor white wines… especially Chardonnays and prefer Northern California to most imports. There are some good Northwest Chardonnays as well.
As for poetry…. ok, I confess I do have my idiosyncrasies about what I like and what I dislike, but what poetry lover doesn't? Does that make me a poetry snob?
My middle daughter was a 4th of July baby so besides the 4th we celebrate her birthday each 4th. However this 4th she is overseas, although she will be leaving soon to return home. So Happy Birthday all the way down under to Australia & have a safe trip home! Mom and I are having strawberry shortcake in your honor. ;)
This video is Susan Rich reading one of her poems from THE ALCHEMIST’S KITCHEN. It was a real treat to hear her read this piece. I’ve borrowed it from her blog and hopeful she will not mind.
The poem is titled "At Middle Life: A Romance" and what I like about it from a purely technical point of view is that it combines all three components that I believe complete a poem (unless of course you are dealing with something experimental) and they would be a cadence or rhythm, musicality, and just the right language in the best order for the human senses to be present in the poem.
On occasion I seem to get maybe two of these three components together, hitting all three is the objective I long for. In the absence of achieving it, the next best thing is finding one another poet succeeded at. Thanks Susan! As a bonus I am a romantic at heart and find this one to speak to me personally.