Trying not to get poetic November 9, 2008
Posted by eternalwriter in English, Fall, new life, professional procrastinating.3 comments
Of course this is a blank page day, with me in it — a Sunday –, desperately trying not to write about the messy mushy stuff inside.
I quit. I will write.
My poetry is always about somewhere else — and it always refers
to another of you
Something I cannot afford
And silence, like ten thousand deleted files the only reward
Not knowing if this is
clodded dirty memory or some kind of
okay, nice and shiny souvenir
Unpublished, yet too public
Never got a hold of it — that — you
You thing, you body, you fleeing creature
And why now, why the void kiss
and all your words about Fall
I have been meaning to tell you to go away
You thing, you, creature,
Go away you almost killed me once (so good, so good)
All this
undeleted happiness
Getting the better of me.
Days of Fall, Falling Days October 16, 2008
Posted by eternalwriter in English, Fall, overflow.3 comments
Well the leaves are red and yellow and orange, here.
The cats are getting sleepy, and firewood is being stored in houses in view of the coming winter.
It will, again, be a whirlwind of a month, and I am quite excited not to know how it will turn out.
Coming this month are a bunch of new things I’ve never tried: participating in a public debate, giving a one-day formative session for professionals, and serving as an evaluator in a conference. Notwithstanding my four courses per week, of course. Woohoo!
I am holding on to this, to all of this: the Fall, the new stuff, the work overload — because, well, I just know it probably cannot get any better in the kind of job I have. I feel blessed. Lucky.
Each red leaf I pick up from the ground is a sleepless night in strange arms. And the dictionaries and phone books and novels that hold them bear witness to this long, long season spent running around after my shadow.
