This is my April 1st poem-a-day for 30 days poetry month contribution.
GlintAfter George Vance's poem De Keersmaeker at Le Manège de Reims
girlurgling quilted morningsong
spun stunned Persephone
towered dreamwaking from under
the grave dead gesture
a test’s tasked
farscape or shouder-point
between known (non) points
vector in plainsong
sharing spots, places taken
being (to be)
a specific sonogram
Thank you CARRIE ETTER for encouraging me to decide to do this. Click HERE to see a full list of authors Carrie has summoned for this year!
Yesterday, just as I stepped off the train at Gare de l'est I was met by 2 lovely poets, Sarah Lariviere and Jane Cope, whose contagious energy as we talked about the exciting writing of Ariana Reines and Bhanu Kapil, Susan Howe, Alice Notley and so many others, made me really jazzed up about April 1st--there are so many people today who may be writers anyway, but have decided all together to put paper to pen and reach to unveil the dark lines of script, to strike at the empty of that page, of its awaiting.
Some poems from this April aprilism of poeming I may stick on rewords, others may never emerge from my little notebook, but even those may open doors, unveil paths, contribute a word or a line or an image to a place or written space I need to go. This is why I am participating in this lovely movement to write a poem a day--because nothing matters more
For anyone thinking "Me, too" but who then stops themself short with "oh my, how impossible it is to put a word on a page then follow it with another"--to you I say--how did I begin? Not with this reworded poem, in fact--first I scribbled some other things, lists of my sadnesses, lines dividing one page from another, mini sketches of here and what I hear in my friend's home as I lie awake and play at making writing here on the cusp of sleep where dream is the perfect poem, vibrant, uninhibited, dangerous, alive... so that is my suggestion--list, sketch, journal, note, look around, do that "smelling of the roses" bit or snow (if in Berlin) and see what happens. As for me, I guess I shall go drift off now to commune with sleep!
And thanks most of all to you, George Vance, who wrote a poem so compelling it needed a lettering back to.