THINGS AREN'T QUITE GOING MY WAY THESE DAYS. MY COMPUTER RECENTLY CRASHED AND REQUIRED THE PURCHASE OF A NEW ONE, AND THE RELOADING OF THE PROGRAMS I SOMETIMES NEED FOR WORK. UNFORTUNATELY I ENDED UP LOSING A TON OF WRITING THAT WASN'T SAVED ANYWHERE ELSE. OF COURSE IT WASN'T, BECAUSE APPARENTLY THAT'S HOW I ROLL.
STILL PLANNING ON DOING MY CONTRAPUNTAL CLEOPATRA POEM (OBVIOUSLY I'VE DECIDED ON A MUMMY) AND MAYBE USING AGNES FOR THE SAINT. MISSED THE CLEOPATRA EXHIBIT BUT PLANNING ON GETTING THE NEW BOOK EVENTUALLY. MOSTLY I CAN'T WAIT TO USE THE WORD "SOCKET" IN A POEM.
IN OTHER NEWS I CAME ACROSS THIS FANTASTIC POETRY WEBSITE RUN BY AN HONORS TEACHER:
http://www.marlowstide.blogspot.com/
WORTH SCROLLING DOWN TO HEAR THE SEAMUS HEANEY LECTURES. SERIOUSLY THE MAN JUST OPENS HIS MOUTH AND I BURST INTO TEARS.
THE SITE ACTUALLY CAME UP IN A SEARCH I WAS DOING FOR A SPECIFIC HEANEY POEM... FUNNY STORY, I HAD THIS INCREDIBLY VIVID AND EMOTIONAL DREAM THAT, TO ME, FELT LIKE THE LANDSCAPE OF A HEANEY POEM. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOUR TODDLER WAKES YOU UP SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF A REM CYCLE NEARLY EVERY NIGHT. ANYWAY I'LL POST ABOUT THAT LATER, BUT IT TOOK PLACE ON THE SHORELINE OF A ROUGH, COLD COAST, SO I WAS GOOGLING "SEAMUS HEANEY" AND "TIDE"....
THE POEM I BELIEVE I WAS THINKING OF IS "DISAPPEARING ISLAND" ALTHOUGH IT'S ACTUALLY A POLITICAL POEM INCORPORATING THE LEGEND OF ST. BRENDAN, I THINK THE ISLAND HERE COULD BE A METAPHOR NOT JUST FOR A NATION BUT FOR ANY UNITED FRONT, INCLUDING A RELATIONSHIP. I THINK, WHETHER TWO PEOPLE ARE CONNECTED BY A SECOND, A GLANCE, OR FIFTY YEARS OF ANNIVERSARIES AND MEMORIES, TO A CERTAIN EXTENT ALL ISLANDS ARE EQUALLY VULNERABLE TO ATTACK, TO THE ELEMENTS.
ANYWAY IN THE POEM I WAS ON A SHORE WITH A MAN, THE TIDE WAS HIGH AND WATER REALLY ROUGH, AND THE SHORELINE WAS AT A REALLY STEEP ANGLE. ALMOST LIKE THE ISLAND WAS A BOWL THAT WAS JUST TIPPING INTO THE WATER, THE GUY HAD ALL THIS LUGGAGE WITH HIM, A BUNCH OF SUITCASES, AND HE WAS PICKING THEM UP AND HURLING THEM OVER HIS HEAD INTO THE WATER. HE WAS FRANTIC, HE COULD BARELY BREATHE AND LOOKED LIKE IF HE WORKED ANY HARDER HE MIGHT HAVE A HEART ATTACK.
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