19 November 2009

Hungry for it.

I risked lowering the temperature in my fridge yesterday to capture a photograph of this cliche. I also had to lay on the kitchen floor. But a good cliche is hard to find. So what if it was no cake walk? I'm annoyed by the fact that the accent mark on the e isn't working. O blogger. You have gotten better over the years, but you still aren't perfect.

I guess I could say the same for myself.

I was looking through my "Fall 09" poetry file, and I'm disappointed. Under ten pages of new work. I have done some revisions, though, and since I was all "on fire" over the summer it's not the end of the world. In a way, I'm lucky I was able to write at all, considering the massive upheavals that went down recently.

That said, I am very hungry for the following:

1. Writing new poems.

2. Looking over the ms pile I sequenced a while back, and writing the poems that seem to be missing from it.

3. Deciding which 2-3 presses I'll be sending it to.

4. Eating apples and oranges.

5. Generally decompressing.

Last night I found myself photographing a pile of spilled sliced pickles in the grocery store parking lot. They were downright luminous. At first it looked like a flattened stuffed animal soaked with rain. Then the slices began to distinguish themselves. I took the photo, pretending I was scrutinizing a text message rather than brandishing a camera. Then I got into the car and looked at the picture, which had morphed from a brilliant tragedy to what appeared to be a pile of green vomit.

I think I may need to work with the levels a little.

3 comments:

Kells said...

1. Writing new poems.


2. Looking over the ms pile I sequenced a while back, and writing the poems that seem to be missing from it.

3. Submitting to journals

4. Eating apples and oranges.


5. Generally decompressing.

****Mary, I am right with you. I'm doing the same except my number 3 is to submit to journals, something I have not been doing at all.

Verification word: bellyt

Justin Evans said...

Can I just say what a wonderful thing it is to see you blogging every few days?

Can I just say that one thing?

Gerry Boyd said...

don't despair. if a pile of spilled pickles appears luminous to you, your sense of the poetic is still in there somewhere.