Thursday, November 3, 2011
On my particular poetry shelves, she has Ezra Pound on her left flank, a little more abrasive.
So then I wondered who I would be shelved between were my books and journals not all over there on their own bookcase, now full, so I guess I can't publish anymore poems. Heh. Sigh. Thank goodness for online journals! Anyhoo, I would be between Galway Kinnell and Carolyn Kizer. Not bad at all!
Elsewhere in the room are little stacks of books in what we might call random organization, helped up by bookends, with handmade dividers identifying them as waiting to be reviewed for Fiddler Crab, Prick of the Spindle, or Rattle, for instance, or lying atop the poetry shelves to be read, which is gently italicized on my brain. And a couple of books are 1) temporarily lost in the piles on my desk and computer desk and/or 2) in process.
One of these is The Sensual World Re-Emerges, by Eleanor Lerman, and today, waiting for the computer to warm all the way up, I opened the book to my bookmark and read the poem "The Days of the Week are Explained To Me," which, as a blogger who writes "eight days a week" is 1) right up my alley and 2) urgently necessary.
How wonderful that it says, "Plans / can be made on Thursday, next steps / mapped out." How reassuring! And also apt, as I have a meeting today to talk out some "next steps."
Ah, but how disconcerting, the next stanza: "Therefore, she [the friend explaining the days of the week to the speaker of the poem, who is now the friend explaining the days of the week to random me] suggests, if we / intend to get anything done, / we must meet on Tuesday, / in a sober cafe, with sharpened / pencils and clean white pads..."
We are meeting in a "sober cafe," for coffee. It is only open for breakfast and lunch and serves no alcohol!
But Lerman continues, accessing "zero at the bone" chills for someone like me, and keeping me honest:
as if we are normal people
with good intentions
As if we have the kind of jobs
where we are paid with money
As if in our vicious little hearts
we really want anything to change
More on Eleanor Lerman's book later. That's all I can handle today, a Random Coinciday on a Thor's Day, a rainy, vicious Thursday in the blog.
But with happy art by Mo Conlon, the paintings I Love This Rabbit, Sophia, and Joy Blessing, leading you to our Best of the Net Nominations at Escape Into Life.