Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Here is some random stuff

I know this isn't like my usual posts because I ordinarily like to blog something with a storyline to it. This will not. Here is some random stuff, for no particular reason.

May Swenson said that poetry is "based in a craving to get through the curtains of things as they appear, to things as they are, and then into the larger, wilder space of things as they are becoming. This ambition involves a paradox: an instinctive belief in the senses as exquisite tools for this investigation and, at the same time, a suspicion about their crudeness."

When I talked to Emma on the phone this morning she said, "Momma, I'm going to be a scientist and a writer and a traveler when I grow up. And when I'm rich and famous I'm going to give my money to poor people, manatees, and panda bears. Poor people are kind of like endangered animals aren't they?" I told her they were in that they could use help too. And also, everyone - pandas, manatees, the poor - are happier and brighter when Emma is in their lives.

There is a book called The Shakespeare Riots: Revenge, Drama, and Death in 19th Century America. It's a true story about a riot that started over two actors' different interpretations of Hamlet. Twenty people died as a result of this disagreement.

Here is an edgy poem:
The Murder Suspect, Moments Before He is Confronted by Police
by David Starkey

He sits in the driver's seat of a borrowed
Corolla, Red Sox cap tilted low over
his anguished face. Across the street, two cops
huddle together, whispering, gesturing
once in his direction—yet he can't find
the will to turn the key and pull away.
In the passenger seat, a Styrofoam
container of half-eaten beef chow mein,
cold rice stuck to the tines of a plastic fork.
The backseat is piled high with clothes.
In the glovebox, a loaded .38
snubby and half a box of cartridges.
He cracks the window to better hear the swish
of willow branches in the November wind.
There's a gingery taste on his mustache,
and he wipes it with his sleeve as a blast
of heavy metal erupts from a pickup
rumbling down the street. His fingertips
tingle—probably with cold, possibly
from something else. There's a needling twinge
above his heart, a flash of memory:
purple blouse, a braid of golden hair, a splash
of crimson on gray tile. The cops begin
to saunter over. Then, as he reaches
down, fumbling for his pistol, they run
toward him, guns drawn, shouting out his name.

Here is a fact: Yesterday I went grocery shopping for myself and picked out things I like to eat. I usually pick out things with the kids in mind and compromise. What can I feed them that all of us can stomach and that will be good for us at the same time? Before Chris moved out, he was also a factor in my shopping. After years of shopping for other people, I'd forgotten what I like. Turns out it's mostly fruit.

Here is something beautiful:
Since Feeling is First
by ee cummings

since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;

wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world

my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
- the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says

we are for each other; then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph

And death i think is no parenthesis

Here is another fact: I really miss my kids. They come back from their dad's next Wednesday.

Here is something else: "lady i swear by all flowers" is my favorite line.

And finally, here is something I've been listening to a lot. It's a Fleetwood Mac song that comforted me as a kid because of the way it sounds. I love the visuals in the video.


melissa bastian. said...

You'll make it sweetie. Buying food for you and dancing the night away with Smitty and doing all this wonderful writing are great ways to appreciate you time. And there's nothing wrong with missing your kids - of course you know that. I know they're missing the hell out of you, even if they do want to spend time with their dad.

Really and truly, you should call me! Tonight is Jonathan's birthday so I may not be around, but after that I'm so totally wide open it's ridiculous.

provul, adj.: the type of love we have for tennis shoes, pizza, and other such inconsequential objects.

Ex.: OMG Genny, I had the most amazing mushroom ravioli last night - I am totally in provul love with it!

Christy said...

Here's a totally frivolous comment: I love that song, and I'm totally in love with the beard-less guy. He was so cute!!! I had no idea! And only Stevie Nicks would wear platform high heeled boots in the desert. That video just made my day.

Genevieve said...

Mel - Tell Jonathan happy birthday from me! What are you guys gonna do? I am also in provul love with mushroom ravioli, sneakers, and multi-colored paper clips.

Christy - Ain't he the cutest? I've always loved that song. And I love how they're excavating musical instruments.

Heather said...

Did you know that one of my best friends in college used to call my abrupt changes of subject "random Heather thoughts"? You do now. I heart randomness. Hang in there, stay random, and eat some fruit.

why is my word verification slayers? Is that supposed to mean something?

Genevieve said...

Slayers? My word verification thingy really likes to fuck with people, doesn't it?

Hee hee! Random Heather Thoughts. In honor of that I will reply with something random. The other day, the idea of plastic freaked me out.