Ok. I'm facing it. As I work on my manuscript, I'm reaching. I'm trying to do something with the poems that have this admonition to the self (yes, I write to myself, not talk): abandon, slash, burn. I think though, despite the writing, that we've all been there, I mean, here. One foot before the other. Someone told me recently I need to stop being a victim and writing about being a victim. She was picking on me. It happened again. WAAAAAHHHHH! Ha Ha!
Dancing Camus
Here it is, the old deja-vu,
motherlode of demon spawn dumped in my lap.
Nothing to do but the two-step shuffle.
Last time the cosmos belched its ballast
I went and grabbed a shelter cat,
promptly named Camus.
Might as well do some good
for a world with me as throne.
He stares me down in disgust,
having, originally, a normal name,
not some nihilist's piqued fuss.
Today, I dance to blaring music
because it so well defies thought.
I imagine dancing for one certain person,
in a real outfit, not my ”mystifying" garb,
he calls it,of guilt and blame.
But that is what I always wear,
second, third and fourth skins
that shed yet I'm still here.
I'm going to shimmy right through
this deja-vu, up to the next exacting
streak of woe, or at least until I
twirl and trip, and break at least ten toes.
Julie, Camus is a great name for a cat, especially
a shelter cat. I love cats. I love Camus, who wrote,
by the way, that he was no nihilist. I' send you
the quote as soon as I locate it. Don't care for
blaring music. When I Dance, I dance to violins, or
when I'm feeling frisky, to maybe a little Goodman.
It's time you discarded the twirl and trip: You've got
such pretty toes (I'm told). Another thing I love is
this poem. Absolutely awesome how you do alliteration.
I agree that you should stop being a victim, but then,
what would you have to write about? -gene.
Is that a word that you've invented? It's okay if you did. Poetic licence and all of that and I make typos all the time too. I find your poem intense and also painful in that you will not let go; actually, I can completely relate. Thank you, Juli. Love and best wishes,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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a shelter cat. I love cats. I love Camus, who wrote,
by the way, that he was no nihilist. I' send you
the quote as soon as I locate it. Don't care for
blaring music. When I Dance, I dance to violins, or
when I'm feeling frisky, to maybe a little Goodman.
It's time you discarded the twirl and trip: You've got
such pretty toes (I'm told). Another thing I love is
this poem. Absolutely awesome how you do alliteration.
I agree that you should stop being a victim, but then,
what would you have to write about? -gene.
Is that a word that you've invented? It's okay if you did. Poetic licence and all of that and I make typos all the time too. I find your poem intense and also painful in that you will not let go; actually, I can completely relate. Thank you, Juli. Love and best wishes,
Regis