I’ll admit it, I haven’t been all that interested in blogging lately. I’ve had other pursuits occupying my mind. I’ve been reading a lot more, my job has certainly kept me busy, IvyCat is on the brink of walking and talking, and the blog has sort of taken a back seat to all of that. It’s not that I don’t love you, honestly, it’s not. It’s just that I needed a break. Still, I feel guilty because I know you’re there. I know you’re waiting for me to love you back, to fill you with details and emotions. Unfortunately, I just don’t really have them at the moment. So, I’ve turned to professionals for help. The good people at NaBloPoMo are providing writing prompts to assist those of us who have lost the desire to blog, or maybe just those who’ve run out of good ideas. I’d like to think of myself as the latter.
Today’s prompt is “What is your favorite poem? (And if you don’t have one, why?)” I do have a favorite poem, I just didn’t realize it was a favorite poem until my wife read it to me the other day. It’s called “Babyblues” by Barbara Kingsolver. You don’t ordinarily Aside: or at least, I don’t think of Kingsolver as a poet. Novelist; sure, but not really poet. Maybe I’m missing out. Anyway, this is the poem…retyped without permission, but I would hope that Ms. Kingsolver would excuse a fellow Kentuckian. If not, I’ll delete the poem. However, in the hopes that she’ll be okay with it, buy the book Another America at your favorite local bookstore.
for Lily on the verge
Look at me my dark scarlet heart disguised in pink I am Look! At! Me! Oh I'm the pure blue force of Want howling through thin walls like a prairie wind. I am so large and empty. Why do the cheerios stick to the backs of my hands? When I push the bear through the bars, why is it gone? I want that bear. I want Oh listen, the jingleshudder of ears getting up the dog! Oh comecomecomecomecomecomecomecome gone. I want that dog. Oh keep your pastel colors. Boredom is a purple need. Hunger is vermilion. I want my dark blue heaven milk mothermother but the minute I fall into darkness she puts me down. They do, they put you down. The big ones only want one thing: to leave you alone. You have to stay awake, see. The big ones are my shepherd and I shall want with the pure blue force of a howling wind I want the dog the bear the milk I want every cheerio that fell on the floor I want the brightest colors all pressed hard against my gums I want the world and it will not fit in my mouth.
In other news, I’m back to running. Just a mile a day, but it’s a start. I’ve conquered the allergy/illness with the help of Dr. Compton and a cornucopia of pharmaceuticals and I felt well enough to begin training again. Training for what? Nothing at the moment, but you never know what sort of event will entice me. Also, I learned today that I was accepted into the master’s program for applied geography, provisionally. Why provisionally?! Well, because I was a fuckup in undergrad and I didn’t have the grade point average to get in of my own merit. So, now, I just have to show them how smartass I can be. Looking forward to starting in the fall. I believe that’s all the news that’s fit to print. Don’t look for a new something every day, but I hope June will be a better blog posting month.
See you in the funny papers!