Saturday, March 29, 2008

Judith Guest Quote Poem by me, TA

Judith Guest once said, "Living the blessed life is the luck of the draw. We don't get control over the cards we're dealt, but we do have control over how we face the odds, how we play them. Some people with awful cards are successful because of how they deal with them, and that seems courageous to me."

A Patsy Cline Moment

I feel like a character
In a Patsy Cline song.
Already broke up and cryin.
No happy notes to hang
My hat on, cause she took
All them away. Never sayin
What you meant till after
I married the wrong women.
All those streets of tears, salty
And not worth a wipe.
We could have danced to another
Song or just let me play
Out my own.
But your voice said it over and over
And no kiss can get you back.
I fall to pieces.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

good enough story

We are all even at our lowest a good enough story- never forget that!

Friday, March 21, 2008

Quote by Anna Quindlen Poem by Carl Sandburg

If your success is not on your own terms, if it looks good to the world but does not feel good in your heart, it is not success at all.
Anna Quindlen

- Carl Sandburg, 1918

THERE is a wolf in me … fangs pointed for tearing gashes … a red tongue for raw meat … and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me … a silver-gray fox … I sniff and guess … I pick things out of the wind and air … I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers … I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me … a snout and a belly … a machinery for eating and grunting … a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me … I know I came from salt blue water-gates … I scurried with shoals of herring … I blew waterspouts with porpoises … before land was … before the water went down … before Noah … before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me … clambering-clawed … dog-faced … yawping a galoot’s hunger … hairy under the armpits … here are the hawk-eyed hankering men … here are the blond and blue-eyed women … here they hide curled asleep waiting … ready to snarl and kill … ready to sing and give milk … waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird … and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want … and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head,
under my red-valve heart—and I got something else:
it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart:
it is a father and mother and lover:
it came from God-Knows-Where:
it is going to God-Knows-Where—
For I am the keeper of the zoo:
I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work:
I am a pal of the world:
I came from the wilderness.

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Poem, no title Quote: John McPhee

Seek first the kingdom before
anything was the word.
Realm found in most unusual
places, among markings that tell
something, that imitates more
and imparts less. But on some days
they are ten for a dollar. Then on another
they are two for three dollars.
Who do people say that I am-
is as good as a greeter at Wal-Mart
not comatose in some aisle but dying
with dignity. Grasping at straws is
dissimilar to grabbing for loved ones.
Wills read are not the same as eulogies said.
Family is always there and wondering
who got what. Moses taking off sandals
is what made the ground sacred-
the fire always speaks.
I am.

When asked what he writes about,John McPhee said, "I'm describing people engaged in their thing, their activity, whatever it is."

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

Saturday, March 1, 2008


Derek Walcott said, "The English language is nobody's special property. It is the property of the imagination."

I have run across an activast, Van Jones who is trying to connect green living and the Black community. He is a prophet worth listening to. I have been reading the Iliad, taking in the seige of Troy, and then go back and ponder. One page of writing and you find out it has been ten years these warriors have darkened the sand with their blood.
I have signed up for a PRH classes to help unravel who I am at the age of 52. If you want to know more there is a link on this Blog. I have a poem coming out this summer in Drash Magazine, and will be doing readings.