Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Cape Disappointment, WA
Is that how you are these days?
Like the Graveyard of the Pacific?
I am a bit.
--Anne de Marcken
This shore shall be named
after my disappointment so that
my disappointment can jut far
out into the ocean.
Future travelers will have to build
a lighthouse to warn passing ships
of my disappointment, which is
a threat on foggy nights.
Lewis and Clark will plant
a flag proudly atop
though I had claimed it first.
Troops will arrive
to fortify my disappointment.
My lush disappointment which
supports a bounty of vegetation
and therefore allows wildlife to thrive.
Eventually, a national park will be
erected around my disappointment
and tourists will flock. On legal holidays,
on Sundays after church, families
will picnic along the sands of my
disappointment. I should be --
but how can I be? -- glad
for them. My disappointment
has erased all our names.
Friday, June 23, 2006
I am going to suffer yet another insufferably bad photo of me to share this piece of fiberglass statuary with you all. I have made reference to the world's largest fiberglass crow on many occassions but had not, as yet, coughed up proof.
This is another of those combinations that just slays me. You see, my bird fetish is well-documented, but my strong feelings in favor of large fiberglass statuary has remained somewhat private. It took me a while to come to terms with it.
See, what I believe to be my very earliest memory is this: one of my parents placed me on the mocassin of the statue of Hiawatha which looks out over Lake Superior in Ironwood, MI. My paternal grandparents lived there. The folks wanted a photo, so whoever put me up there stepped away from me to get out of the shot. I remember how nervous I felt because I thought I'd lose my balance and fall, and furthermore, there were some holes in the fiberglass where the mesh underneath was showing that I thought I could perhaps fall through. I have a physical memory of figuring out how to maneuver my limbs if I was compelled to have to crawl down myself. I was pretty sure I would not succeed without injury.
It was dread-inspiring and kitschy fun. I was on a big foot! I could plummet to my death!
I revisited that statue of Hiawatha a couple years back and was surprised to learn that the top of the foot is just about 18 inches long or so. This means I must have been a peanut when the photo was taken, less than a year old.
Plus, anyone who hasn't visited the midwest should know that almost every small town has its fiberglass mascot. These crows are in Belgrade, MN, by the way. (Plus I'd like to mention, it was 20 below zero, Belgrade is 2 hours from the Twin Cities, and the crows were our sole destination. Al and Johanna rock.) Where I was born, Bemidji, it was Paul Bunyan and Babe the Blue Ox. There are giant carp, cowboys, snowmen, milkmaids. These, evidently, define something about us. And I used to be embarrassed of that. Can you imagine?
(photo: Al Iverson)
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Monday, June 19, 2006
and Zachary had to say. Though I missed both the Roller Skating Museum and the Telephone Museum, I enjoyed my tour of the Schomburg Library and had reason to deeply explore my feelings concerning mesh shirts. More later...
Friday, June 16, 2006
|You Are Not Scary|
Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?
It's because I said I like kitties. I know it!
In other news, I found a new reason to be psyched about the Lincoln Trip: Ta Dah!
Crap. I am not scary. At all.
OH WAIT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE KITTIES!
I went back and retook the quiz and ONLY changed my dream pet from "kitty" to "medium sized dog" (named Solomon) and this is my new result:
You Are Scary
You even scare scary people sometimes!
Now I wish I were less scary.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Monday, June 12, 2006
-by Christina Davis
Each time we moved,
I wanted to come back as a tree
and each time we stayed, as a bird.
Does anyone ever ask to return as himself again?
I wanted to be a tree
a bird and myself-being-the-bird.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Lincoln, NE: June 17th, 7:00pm: The Clean Part Reading Series
Both with Sarah Fox and Juliet Patterson.
You can refer to us as this lot.
No you can't.
But I still hope anyone in the neighborhood will come on out.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
I also tried to scan in the small article that was printed in the Fargo Forum which my mom just brought over last week. Not because it's ever so titillating to get press, but because on THE BACK of the cut out article, there was a story about some teens who tried to rob David Copperfield and how he used sleight (sp?) of hand to show them his pockets were empty. This combines two of my favorite subjects: illusionists and foiled robberies!
In other news, if anyone ever becomes overwhelmed with the knowledge that poetry is underappreciated in our country, I highly recommend being a guest poet in a first grade class. I had the honor of visiting Farnsworth Elementary last Friday and hearing the work of the students in Mr. B's class, who are hard at work on such technical elements as rhyming "bat" and "cat." One of the most imaginative poems I was read concerned a line of coyotes (cuyd = coyote)searching for limes while grownups hid on the ceiling. I loved it! After my hour was over and I had to leave, I was given a standing ovation and bumrushed for hugs by a quarter of the class! I would be curious to visit other higher level classes now to try to pinpoint at exactly what age it happens that creativity and genuine emotion are successfully trained out of the majority of us.