Do You See?
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Of course, permanently deleted.
I’ve been going grump grump grump since morning. Grumpy, very sad and grumpy. Just not fair that one has to expect things to end, things to remain unfinished, things to be left to wilt and evaporate. I’m talking about my move from Stirling. But at the same time I’m surprised at myself. How could I feel so anguished. Come on chica, buck up, chin up.
Poet friend Yahia Lababidi then throws this question elsewhere: “How do you survive yet another broken-heart after you’ve finally dared to Hope, again? A question for lovers and revolutionaries.”
Yahia is posing this mostly for revolutionaries, and addressing the latest happenings in his country Egypt. But of course the binary in that sentence gets me thinking.
Then some other poetry cohorts sense my disgruntled mood and send me a poem. And, I start laughing. Tell me why:
“What to Say Upon Being Asked to Be Friends” BY JULIAN TALAMANTEZ BROLASKI
Source: Advice for Lovers (City Lights Books, 2012)
Oh dear me, I’m still laughing and am very glad my friends know how to dispel my grumpiness in one blow. Brolaski is brilliant. Who can employ a very fixed canonical style in a completely modern way as this? And look at the end words, the slant and half rhymes, also the internal rhyming and the beautiful rhythm in the alliterative measures, as well as in the inversions (which I actually pretty much hate to see in other poems). And the last couplet, the incisive tongue-in-cheekiness of it all — damn cool.
Sure then, I can bear to lose my quaint Airthrey Loch, pine flowers, the gaggle of swans, pesky squirrels-magpies-oystercatchers-bunnies-ravens, and the fiery rhododendrons.
And one solitary heron.
And some folks tucked inside my head.
Kid you not, I’m really laughing reading that poem, again and again! But I won’t lie, with one tear in one of the eyes; don’t know which one.
And believe me, one red cloud has arrived outside my window at almost 10 p.m. here. So much light in the sky. So much color, that I’m hyperventilating!
No use trying to click it, my camera isn’t strong enough to get the exuberance.
So, some other photo then.
This is in Fort William, a heavily cloud-covered 10 p.m. sky over the pier; from outside the takeaway where I met the Turkish-Kurdish folks (see my last post). I like the two different streetlights on either side of the road.
Seeing this makes me feel good. I leave us in peace then.