I’m going through old poems (& choking on the dust & remembering what it used to be like, in those past days) so I can send a missile of about fifteen of the best to some dear friends who will tell me which ones they think are the strongest. I guess the above parenthetical statement is what I really wanted to say, in this post. There are so many, so many awful ones about Ye Olde Unrequited Love, so many And Here I Quote From Ye Olde Holy Scriptures, and so many that are maturing in the Dominican, in Nashville, in grief, in rebirths of consciousness, in paradigm shifts. Several have made me cry. I’m finding my voice, and finding my way through life.
There’s nothing like looking back and seeing that you’ve come so far. Sometimes it is so clear that living is freighted with eternity.
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November 5, 2009 at 7:51 pm
dana
so, my november kindred spirit, does this month bring a sweet melancholy to you as well? for as long as i can remember, i spend this month oscillating between deep reflection, drawn inward to assess, maybe?, and a frenetic energy that makes me feel like my skin will shred. like quentin, i love it and i hate it. just wondering if this restlessness was mine alone or part of being birthed in this month of change. i miss you and am joyfully awaiting poems. . . . no pressure though.
November 6, 2009 at 12:36 pm
Katie
The bird names alone read like found poetry. Mr. Belton recorded, among others, the variable screech-owl and the southern screamer; the freckle-breasted thornbird, the sooty-fronted spinetail and the rufous-browed peppershrike; the cattle tyrant, the masked yellowthroat and the piratic flycatcher; the squirrel cuckoo, the laughing falcon, the pectoral sandpiper and the gilded sapphire.
–Here is some more poetry for you.
November 8, 2009 at 9:44 pm
whatwhileweslept
oh November. yeah. I think there’s a lot in this observation … loving it and hating it. a time of crosswinds, really strong ones, most of them inner! you’re right. I sent poems … many of which totally reflect this inner conflict, as most of my writing tends to do. or at least my best / truest.
“the cattle tyrant”! my mom would love these! Katie, you do find the most wonderful things! now I want to compile them and make drawings of them on a poster on my wall!