Some updates. I have completed a number of tasks this past week only to add more to my list for the upcoming week. When will I have a task free week? Good question.
CantoMundo continues to fill me. I just received this lovely email from one of the other participants about the poem I read, “The Pistol’s Confession”, where he wrote how the poem continued to haunt him. I sent him the poem and the beginning song.
He wasn’t the first to say this about that poem. I did not realize the effect that it had, until later that night after the CantoMundo reading, when one of the other participants said that I had made more than a few cry in the audience. I did not know, but it makes me believe more in the power of the book.
Sometimes, though, I wish I could write more of lightness, butterflies, ponds, the wonder of the natural world. On occasion, I do write those poems, but they always seem hollow to me, absent of political witness. I smile so much. I feel myself happy most days – who has that every day – but it is difficult to place that orb of light onto the page so that others resonate with it. That’s one of the reasons that I so admire Aracelis, because she does have that gift. There are so many poems that I have read of her work that feel me with the same warmth as her presence. She is a wonder to me in this miracle of writing. Perhaps one day I will learn how to fill float a poem rather than tangle it in thorns and lead. Sometimes, I consider myself quite funny, but that, too, is difficult to infuse into the poem. A comedic sense? I am still learning. Even my comedy is generally a little dark (although the poem that mentions the Blessed Mother farting is a personal favorite of mine. Who doesn’t like a little bathroom humor?)
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