It's been a while since I've done a journal bits post but then I've not posted very much lately. The week I've been working in the garage - major spring cleaning and reading some in the evening and writing a bit each day.
From the pages of my journal - these following bits, quotes, thoughts....
Thursday, March 22, 2012: A vacation day today, I've made a trip to the Midwest Gemological Society looking for information about my dad's grave. While I did not find it for certain, I did find a listing date for an obituary. It was in 2005 and those archives are not available on line. I will need to contact the paper and order a micro-fish in order to see a copy of it. [Note: it appears he survived all his siblings and I am fearful that no prior arrangements for burial were mad and therefor he may not have a grave site but have been cremated.]
Saturday night, March 24, 2010: I've spent time on Ancestry Dot Com tonight working on family history & found more things on my father including two collage photos [sophomore and senior years] also dis some searching about Cathy's family. It's easy to get lost [time wise] doing this.
In other news my poem "Sis" was accepted by Montucky Review.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012: Today was the last day of filing and I entered the Blue Sub 8 Democratic Committee race at the very last minute.
Thursday evening, March 29th, 2012: It's approaching 9:00PM and I just ate almost a pint of Black Walnut ice-cream. I'm in a bit of a self-destructive mood...
Saturday evening March 31st, 2012: Again I'm dealing with negative crap from others.
"Someone told me you can't/like the simplicity of these two/words that should pair off at different corners/of the ring that don't /belong to any social circles together."
April 1st, 2012: "All the room was silent even/as words from your mouth/filled the air with pollen/my eyes and throat itchy from/the allergen words "you can't".
April 2nd, 2012: Quote by Fay Weldon BBC, January 2, 1992 -"A poem almost exists because of the pattern of space around it." In thinking about Weldon's words - On the page, a pattern of ink and white page are the parameters that confirm the existence. [like a foot print] Every poem [written] has a presence upon the page and at the same time it has another whole dimension that occurs in the form of sound... If read in a room it can occupy the normal silence [briefly].
April 3rd, 2012: "It's an everything bagel/what more does it need?"
April 4th, 2012: "Someone said they saw a bit /of the arctic circle just off Manhattan/ and the infrastructure is unsettled/by rising water levels but just this morning/I heard a Senator talk of global warming /and Greek myths in the same/run on sentence..."
April 5th, 2012. "His and her closets say so much/about class, about possessions/about archetypes..."
"At first approach relationships/are shell games requiring/great attention span."
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
What I'm Reading...
Tonight I am settling in with a copy of FALL HIGHER by Dean Young. After a little reading I'll tackle a new poem draft for day four of poetry month.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Poetry Month Thought #2
"Becoming a poet involves the end of a kind of innocence. It is about being critical, separate. Experience is no longer just experience. It becomes material." ~ Vicki Feaver, How Poets Work, 1996
Confession Tuesday - Lent on auto pilot edition
Dear Friend… it’s a week since my last confession; a
whole frink’n week already.
To the confessional….
It’s been a week of rain and sunshine. I confess that I
can take no blame or credit for either.
It’s been a trying week. I confess that it has been a
week of anger and frustration and uncertainty; all of things that I don’t
like. I confess that it also is a week
in which change has been on my mind a lot. Some perhaps good and some perhaps
not so, but either way he thought of changes is always unsettling to me.
I confess that I’m usually thinking about poetry month
many weeks before it ever arrives but not this one. I confess too that I often wrangle
internally with the pros and cons of setting out to write a poem-a-day during
poetry month. The pressure to produce, the expectations, the thought of
failure, all that kind of stuff that causes you lunch to spin heavy in your
stomach like a cement mixer sloshing a load before it dumps It out. All that said, I simply went about writing a
draft of a poem each of the first two nights of the month and never put any pressure
on myself o do so. Both seem to be real
workable drafts… Yeah!
I confess that one day last week I was on auto pilot when
I stopped on the way to work at the local Quick Trip, aced in and filled up a 44
oz. glass, paid and went to the car where I took a sip and realized I had gotten
Diet Coke instead of iced tea from the fountain. I pitched the drink and stopped down the road
for a tea. Other than that mistaken sip, I have continued my sacrifice of Diet
Coke for Lent.
My wife and I saw the movie Mirror Mirror over the weekend. It’s a fascinating twist on the
Snow White story. Julia Roberts was great in a most unconventional role for
her. I recommend it! I confess he trip to the movies with Cathy
was my high point of the week.
Monday, April 02, 2012
Poetry Month Thought #1
"A poem almost exists because of the pattern of space around it." ~ Fay Weldon, BBC January 2, 1992
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
A Giant Among Poets
ADRIENNA RICH 1929-2012
It's exhilarating to be alive in a time of awakening consciousness; it can also be confusing, disorienting, and painful. ~ Adrienne Rich
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Confession Tuesday
Confession time again...
Dear Reader:
It's been another week since my last confession and here I am. What can I tell you about a week that on the surface seem pretty typical?
I can tell you that I'm I'm annoyed about a certain level of drama within a poetry group that I've been associated with over the years. I use the term associated with as opposed to belong to because over he last several years I just felt along with many of the good vibes here was some negative ones and I'm mostly interested in good Kama where my art is concerned. I confess that it's hard to want to belong to something that brings people down.
Having another poem accepted last week was an emotional boost. I cannot deny that it always feels good. But then I have to withdraw it from all he other venues that it's still pending in... I confess (I shouldn' complain) this is always a part of writing that I dislike. The administrative stuff. Submitting, withdrawing, tracking, etc. Yes I sound whiny~
It seems like we've all but missed spring. Things are so green already and we've had some relatively warm days. I confess it feels like baseball should be about a month and a half down the road instead of just starting.
Dear Reader:
It's been another week since my last confession and here I am. What can I tell you about a week that on the surface seem pretty typical?
I can tell you that I'm I'm annoyed about a certain level of drama within a poetry group that I've been associated with over the years. I use the term associated with as opposed to belong to because over he last several years I just felt along with many of the good vibes here was some negative ones and I'm mostly interested in good Kama where my art is concerned. I confess that it's hard to want to belong to something that brings people down.
Having another poem accepted last week was an emotional boost. I cannot deny that it always feels good. But then I have to withdraw it from all he other venues that it's still pending in... I confess (I shouldn' complain) this is always a part of writing that I dislike. The administrative stuff. Submitting, withdrawing, tracking, etc. Yes I sound whiny~
It seems like we've all but missed spring. Things are so green already and we've had some relatively warm days. I confess it feels like baseball should be about a month and a half down the road instead of just starting.
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