22 February 2010

Thanks, but no thanks, but thanks.

Last week was a challenging one, to say the least. I guess 2010 isn't going to be a year of nonstop good news and happy times. That's had me thinking a lot about the subjects we choose to write about. Do we find them, or do they find us? Can we send them back, like a chicken salad with a grasshopper tucked under a leaf of romaine? If we can, should we?

I've been moping lately because I'm not sure where to go with my next book. Correction: up until Wednesday of this past week I was moping. After that, I had an epiphany, but I'm not sure I want to write those poems. My last book contained 45 hyperbolic love poems. Where to go from there? I made a resolution in that book to write about the good in the world. But I did that. It's in pdf format. So now should I get back to writing about the evils of the world? Is that my job? Who wants to read another book full of disturbing poems? (Well, me, but other than me?)

At least now I'm feeling inspired. Hoping for a combination of cozy and productive this weekend. I absolutely need to figure out how to comment on student poems while my kids are at home. I don't have enough office time this week, and didn't have enough last week, due to a rather unexpected problem with childcare.

I would like to take this moment to thank the universe for making me a resilient person. I would also like to thank the universe for giving me my sense of smell back. I was sick as a dog last week, and this morning had a Wow, this lotion smells really awesome, I am happy moment. Thank the universe, too, for that moment.

4 comments:

Jeannine said...

Dear Mary,
I will always be available to read your disturbing poems. If poems don't disturb a little, then they're not doing their job.
I know what you mean about resiliency. I've had a heck of a year-and-some health-wise - and six months of something that acts like recurrent stomach flu every two weeks - which has meant lots of trips to drs, unpleasant tests, etc. But I keep thinking - this is part of life. You can't have the good stuff without the bad. I'm happy we're both still kicking, despite the sometimes icky things life throws our way.
Anyway, rock on, Akron girl!

P. J. said...

Write a book of poems about drinking Cokes.

Because you can "Cokes" people into doing things.

If that wasn't an inside joke, I'd be really embarrassed.

Tatertot said...

I concur! More disturbing poems!
--Liz

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