You may be familiar with my Poetry Marathons – I’ve done them since January, 2015. I take a week, several times a year, and devote it to poetry – writing, editing, all poetry-related activities.
This year I have decided to do one segment of a Marathon each week. Two to three hours set aside for poetry, outside my regular life. It’s called the Installment Plan Poetry Marathon.
For more background information, look here. And if you want to read previous posts in this series, search this blog under the term Installment Plan Poetry Marathon 2017.
On May 25, I arrived at Logue Library at Chestnut Hill College. What a rainy, dreary day!
On my windshield at home…
On the way to the college. Don’t worry, I was stopped at the light.
– and the library seemed to be calling to me as I rushed up the steps from the parking lot.
Stairs from the parking lot.
Logue Library, May 25, 2017.
I climbed to the third floor, arriving just after the library opened. I turned the lights on myself, that’s how early I was – first person on the floor today. My desk was ready for me.
I looked around a bit, as I often do before settling down to work. These books on book collecting caught my eye.
I admit to having no understanding of collecting books as objects – I just want to read them. The most beat-up paperback, if it’s something I’m interested in, is worth as much as a first edition to me.
I like looking at book titles and trying to figure out what the book might be about. Or why anyone thought to write a book on the subject in the first place. Because I know, that for every book here, there is an author who felt that spark of curiosity or compulsion or necessity to write on that subject, felt the need to pass on thoughts. I can understand that feeling, yes, I can. I took a little walk around at lunchtime to see what I could turn up.
Yes. I have said this sentence a few times in my life.
Adventure in ordinary life.
I do not know what these words or phrases mean, except that they relate to math.
My daydream – that I could live in a time when I could visit other planets, and I don’t mean Mars or something so close to home.
I have always thought these were some of the most awkward book titles ever.
You feel you’d really be diving into some drama in these books, don’t you?
You know, if you follow my art blog, how much I like trees.
Another word I do not know.
All right. On to the writing. I felt a little light on ideas today, coming in the door. I find that when I spend a weekend at an art show, as I did last weekend, the next week is a lot of catching up. But, I showed up, I got out my writing utensils, and I put my intentions toward writing. Slowly I shifted things into gear.
Today I revised last week’s poems; I wrote new ones; I looked over my handwriting practice sheets for inspiration; and I did a few snippets.
Snippets were a last-minute idea as I left home (knowing my thoughts were scattered, why not bring some words together, literally, I thought?). I packed up a little snippets kit.
I’ve done snippets away from home before. My feeling, though, is that it’s better not to take them on the road, and today was no exception. I say this because, at home, I set out my words and phrases; they become half-thought out poems gradually finding their way into being finished. Snippets is a slow process and usually extends over days or weeks; I leave the parts and pieces on the table in between working on them. That way, poems have time to – grow, I guess. In today’s mini-version, it’s all done in one hour or so.
I don’t like working that way as much, but — I did get some done, and it was a good thing for today. I’ll show you my finished ones right now.
All right, and here are a couple of poems from the earlier part of the day.
First, this one about gifts and givers.
What is it about this gift here
and from a very nice person
What is it about this gift
that it sings
and with such insistence?
And why instead do I remember
the present you gave me
the one so wildly out of tune
why is it the one I laughed to receive
and that I hold so tight in memory?
I have music on my mind today.
The choir is singing at top speed
pursued by the piano keys
tripping over themselves to catch up
You don’t know anything about music
but you love the thrill you’re getting
being a part of an audience
running for cover
And how about a few handwriting-inspired snippets?
Cold feet running for cover
they get into the car and drive away fast
One headlight has burned out.
tomorrow morning first thing
fresh air change of scenery
I have earned that second chance
sitting at the table in the restaurant
coffee spilled on the table
eyes full of expensive tears
No better time to clean house
as she plucked a piece of broken glass
from her hair
broken feelings broken plate
what’s the difference
it’s just a little one-act play.
All right! Thank you for reading, and see you next week.