I am recovering from acute bronchitis…blech…if you ask me, not very attractive. I’ve been coughing up from the depths of my soul for about 3 days now. I feel marginally better today, enough to try to work, as long as I don’t need to hurry around doing anything. I thought a blog post might be the thing to get the synapses going (trying to move past the 12 hour cough medicine and various allergy meds and general malaise).
This will definitely be filed under the not poetry section of the blog. Writing a poem seems a bit daunting this morning, but I recall an old one that I might try to find and share…
But first, some general thoughts I pondered during my self-exile.
1. Baseball season has arrived…and not a moment too soon. I’ve been making my way through Ken Burns documentary “Baseball” (slowly) since last year’s world series – which I boycotted out of frustration. I’ve watch a couple of episodes over the last week. It is interesting that this sport, which has relied on its public persona as the “pastime” – there is such public love of the game with romance and tradition- has always been surrounded by political gamesmanship and questionable characters. The innocence of back-lot baseball always propels the sport forward; beyond the black sox scandal, beyond bickering ownership groups, beyond the strife of integration, beyond even steroid use. While we will pick apart the personalities and the events, for some reason, at its core, baseball will always hold some fascination with our child-like desire for simplicity. And that will keep it going.
2. In keeping with my improvement plan for this year, I’ve signed up to attend a local writer’s conference later this month. There are several sessions on poetry, and I’m looking forward to it. I’m hoping that some of the blogging poets whose sites I frequent will be there.
3. On a writing note, I’m considering trying to do a chap-book. Does anyone have any suggestions on doing this? Any publishing groups that focus on “not-so-well-known” names? I’m not looking to self-publish, and would appreciate the opportunity to work with someone to edit and group poems together.
4. Things that annoy and confound me: people who don’t provide the necessary assistance when their help is asked for to complete something, but then come around 6 months later and judge/find mistakes in the completed work.
5. It is national poetry month (NaPoWriMo), and while I won’t be participating this year, I do extol the wonderful aspects of poetry. Read it every chance you get and try to write some every now and then. You won’t be disappointed.
And as promised…an old poem from ca. 2005.
The Allergy Express
Slopping through the morning, weary.
whole wheat toaster,
tastes so friggin’ ordinary.
has me down and out and dreary.
I continue literary
for what ails me, I’m not leary.
Need more tissue
not an issue,
sneezes too preliminary.
I am dizzy,
in a tizzy
guess I slowed and became bleary.
In my station,
that the train has stopped.