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 September 21, I made a change in my writing location. I’ve been feeling restless at Logue Library, as much as I love it, and restlessness is a sign. Time for things to be shaken up a bit. I decided to go on the road.
I ended up at Brendlinger Library at Montgomery County Community College.
The library entrance is over to the right.
Now, it’s not quite such an abrupt and aimless change as that sounds. I’ve been turning over things in my mind for a while. Earlier this year, the Marathon was a retreat, a haven – I had several family issues weighing on me and I needed refuge. Now, nine months later, things have come to some resolution and I am turning or in some cases returning to a path I hope to continue upon.
I feel a bit more adventurous. I am starting with this new location and I am sure I’ll be hopping around to other ones. I won’t forget Logue Library, either.
I wonder if my writing will come to reflect my traveling nature. We will see.
Montco, as we call it around here, is about 25 minutes from home. You may have read about it in posts on my “Confused” blog as the location for some of my Senior Games athletic activities. Built in the early 1970’s, the school now has about 13,000 students. I took a couple of courses here in the early 1980’s.
I arrived before 8 AM. The parking lot was empty. Just so you know, it was full when I left after lunch. And this is one of three lots.
What was a campus out in the countryside (and I remember those times) is now a thorough part of suburbia. It is very spacious, though – the ring road around it is about a two-mile walk, and there are lots of wild areas of vegetation.
As a county resident, I am entitled to a library card aka community student ID, and a parking pass. I decided to take advantage of the opportunity and try things out here.
College Hall. The library is in this building.
My husband and I visited last weekend to get a feel for the campus and I had come over earlier this week to get the ID and pass. So today I just drove right in, parked, and zipped over to the library. I felt very official as I settled into a spot on the third floor of the library, the quiet zone.
The library is located in a building that also houses the cafeteria, administration, classrooms, and even a piano lounge (a small room with a grand piano. When I came in I heard someone playing and I searched out the source.) The library is not large, but has all the usual library accoutrements and I felt very comfortable.
I took a seat here.
So, another chapter begins. Let’s see what I did today. First, I went over last week’s poems. Then, I wrote new work. So far, the same. I then decided to go outside and eat lunch. I found a bench in the quadrangle with this view.
Midway through lunch, a couple of guys came by and set up this cow. It’s part of a community festival to be held here this coming weekend. You can imagine the cow got some attention from passers-by.
I then went back inside to work on a project I’ve had hanging over me for some time. I made a few painted booklets at least a year ago. Some of them have collage work in them and some are just abstract painted paper. A week or so ago I wrote up text for their insides. I’ve reviewed it a couple of times and worked some more on the images. Now I went back over the words once again – with the intention of making sure there is a thread through each book that makes it a bit of a narrative, or at least hang together with a theme.
I think I’ve got them in shape and I will be posting them on their own once I decide how to incorporate the text with the pictures. (Think – maybe my new handwriting?)
All right, here are some poems from today.
Genteel combat, the social ladder-climb.
picked up and flung into things
by some force intent on disruption.
resists the intrusion of the non-conforming
with merciless insistence on expulsion
and efficient timely
knows its members
never blinks an eye
at throwing back the gatecrashers
in fact. Nouveau people:
start your own club
it will be second-rate
but in name only
and you’re guaranteed to
throw much better parties
just out of spite
if nothing else.
Look! I am already showing the influence of travel and transitions and everyday adventure in my work!
He stole a bus
he was speaking French
We weren’t in France.
He smirked in the rear-view mirror
smacked his lips
saluted the traffic signal
and ran right through the intersection
We passengers cheered
I don’t need to tell you it was dangerous
but a whole lot of fun
Almost ran out of gas
out on the highway
We took up a collection
to keep the joyride going
I guess you could say
we were kidnapped or hostages
but it was more like a vacation
A good lawyer will get him off
we all agreed
We’ve made plans to get together
for another trip
After he’s finished running up his tab
at the county jail
I am so wild about this new idea.
Wait until you see the photos.
Now, some Little Vines.
their digestive systems finely calibrated
they used a tuning fork turned toward the meat frequency
they stepped out looking for a square meal
guess where the missing chickens went
the part-time priest
peeked into the soul
wiped it clean
crying her eyes out
memories in a purse
a purse full of fading-value coins
resurrect those deleted sentences
excavate the truth out of her
There are not enough sleeping pills on earth
to get her a good night’s rest.
one hundred percent of one hundred percent
is still not enough
I had hoped hallucinogenics would bring me peace.
Threw the money on the dining room table
It came from my indoor treasure-hunting excursion
aka bank robbery
I’m full of pink praise but I can’t go any stronger
I no longer have a conflicted set of attitudes
I am a fully-realized dream-crusher.
Thank you for reading! Until next time.