7.29.2009

Dorothy Parker on Mary


Poet Christine Swint is participating in Postcard Poem a Day and recently posted her poem-response to a postcard of El Greco's La Sagrada Familia. Her lovely little piece reminded me of one of my favorite poems. More poetry should be written about Mary and her sacrifice.


Prayer For A New Mother
Dorothy Parker


The things she knew, let her forget again-
The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold,
The gaping shepherds, and the queer old men
Piling their clumsy gifts of foreign gold.

Let her have laughter with her little one;
Teach her the endless, tuneless songs to sing,
Grant her her right to whisper to her son
The foolish names one dare not call a king.

Keep from her dreams the rumble of a crowd,
The smell of rough-cut wood, the trail of red,
The thick and chilly whiteness of the shroud
That wraps the strange new body of the dead.

Ah, let her go, kind Lord, where mothers go
And boast his pretty words and ways, and plan
The proud and happy years that they shall know
Together, when her son is grown a man.

7.27.2009

Dream


Last night, I dreamed I was at a conference, supposed to do a reading hosted by Marty Williams. A few minutes before the event started, I realized I only had Karaoke Funeral with me, and most of the audience (which, incidentally, included Ira Sadoff and Robert Olen Butler) had already heard those poems a million times. So I went around asking some of my friends--Collin was there, and Jennifer, and Leslie--if they had a copy of my second book on them (in the dream it had already been published), and no one did. Everyone kept saying, "Why don't you just read some of the things you've written recently," whereupon the full reality set in that there were no new poems. Egad.

But I've made lots of bracelets.

7.22.2009

7.16.2009

Nara Bracelet


During a recent interview, I was asked what I do to combat stress.

7.14.2009

7.10.2009

Friday Nostalgia

Last week, while camping on the Nantahala, Jack or Sadie mentioned that our surroundings were typical of the setting for every horror movie they'd ever seen, which prompted a long trek down slasher-memory lane, where I landed at Motel Hell, from 1980.

7.06.2009

Whitewater Weekend

Players: Biggy, Lo, Lo's friend U, Sadie, Sadie's beau B, Jack, TR, Mamoo, Mamoo's tattoos, Daisy, and Charlie.

Setting: Nantahala River and Lake Fontana





















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