Things I Didn't Know I Loved*
* If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!
April 30, 2007
I Do it For the Joy it Brings
'I do it for the joy it bringsbecause I'm a joyful girl.Because the world owes me nothing -we owe each other the world.I do it cause it's the least I can do,I do it cause I learned from you.And I do just because I want to...cause I want to.'Ani DiFrancoThis post will be more earnest than I am normally comfortable with.I recently met someone who, upon finding out I had a blog, asked me why I'd stopped blogging. I mumbled a half-chewed answer about communities, and allergies...I tried to make it sound good, sound right, then drifted off when it didn't. He also asked me why I had started blogging in the first place. This I knew: to have a place to collect my favourite poetry, to share my joy in it with others, and to have an incentive to keep discovering more poetry, new poets. The answer came straight out, clear. The conversation made me realise that I'd stopped blogging because I had started to become so concerned with who was reading that I'd lost sight of why I was writing. Thank you, F, for asking.I wrote this about a month ago in response to O's Charles Bukowski poem on writing.I write to stopper tearsI write to bottle joy
I write to put a name to my pain,
to catch it in my headlight
I write to keep a piece of you
I write for company on trains and planes
and while waiting for friends to show up for lunch
I write when no-one else but the page will receive it
-It should be my first resort but is often my last-
I write to mean
I write to play
I write to pray