In the mood for a poem…

mom me ericI Could Love You That Way

The way a woman cleans house, tying her hair
in a kerchief, knocking down cobwebs

with a broom. All day gathering clothes
and toys and books from beneath the beds,

vacuuming under the couch cushions,
scrubbing the drains, polishing

the fixtures. I could love you that way,
methodically, thoroughly, offering my body

at day’s end as if it were a house,
as if it were only a place for you to lie down.

 

This poem has never been published, but every time I’ve read it to an audience at least one person has asked for a copy of it.

 

 

How Did Your Phone Train You to Pick It up Whenever It Makes a Noise?

makinghabits_breakinghabitsOne of the books I read in preparation for my English 101 class project is Making Habits, Breaking Habits by Jeremy Dean. “This book started,” Dean starts, “with an apparently simple question that seemed to have a simple answer: How long does it take to form a new habit?” (3). He makes short work of the myth of 21 days — or 28. And he makes me think. My youngest daughter’s black cat, Angel, one morning a week or two ago, decided to slip outside when I went out to write in my potting shed. The next morning, he was waiting at the door for me as though this had been our life-long routine. Automaticity. He didn’t have to think about it. Every morning since then he has been waiting at the door to go out. Every morning, without much thinking about it (except to be bemused), I have let him out.

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Not all habits form so easily. It can be incredibly difficult to form a new habit, depending on how much your routine — environment and companions — reinforce your old one. Try drinking water instead of coffee. Try cajoling yourself into flossing daily. Try writing every day. Breaking habits? Even harder. Dean helped me to understand why my friend Therese can’t quit smoking, despite multiple attempts: “90% of people quit quitting within the first week” (185). “The problem for making and breaking habits is that so much is happening in the unconscious mind,” Dean explains. “Since the unconscious is generally like the Earth’s core, impenetrable and unknowable, we can’t access it directly” (50).

The trick, it seems, is to become conscious. One way to become conscious is, of course, to write it down.

Dean has good news, too, for people trying to form a new habit. One upside of habit formation is that the will-power you exert in forming one new habit will have a kind of slippage or halo effect that makes it possible to make additional changes. It’s what I’ve said here before, one small change can become a catalyst for an entire cascade of changes.

angel5If you want to write, making a commitment to write every day — even for a very, very short period of time — will help you step to the next level of commitment.

PLAY

bluebell“Without play, learning and evolution are impossible. Play is the taproot from which original art springs; it is the raw stuff the artist channels and organizes. Technique itself springs from play, by testing the limits and resistances of our tools.” -Stephen Nachmanovitch (qtd. in Writing the Natural Way by Gabriele Rico)

Yesterday I had a bad day. I discovered that instead of losing weight this week, as I expected, I had gained 1.2 pounds. I let my discouragement get to me. I did a lousy job of writing and felt stuck. About 3:00, when I had finally finished grading my English 101 papers (which were splendid, by the way), I realized that my uncle’s graveside service was beginning in Dryad, and I wished I was there — a 2 1/2 hour drive. Not possible. I drove home instead, and I went to bed. I slept for two hours!

A good dinner, my 13-year-old home safely from her field trip to Wenatchee (I picked her up at 6:00), a jigsaw puzzle. Bed by ten. Slept all night. This morning I sat down at the computer and instead of editing, editing, editing (which is what I usually do when I’m stuck), I tried to imagine what else might happen. In an abandoned house a child’s toy, a carved horse, appeared. A character I didn’t know was in the scene scooped it up and stuck it in his pocket.

This is why I write.

Escape into Life

Over at EIL (Escape into Life) Kathleen Kirk has put together a fabulous collage of pictures and poems about poetry, just in time to make us sit up and notice the last week of Poetry Month. Click on the link to find yourself there 😉

All of the images are from Susan Yount‘s Tarot cards, this one, a tribute to the brilliant Lucille Clifton.