As I mentioned last week, today is Poem In Your Pocket Day, so I’ve opened the envelope and taken a look at what Ninth Letter armed me with for today, a verse from poet Sara Pennington (please forgive the formatting here):
You watch your mother through the barn’s KNOT HOLE.
She sharpens anything that she can use for killing, polishes and
cleans her own dead daddy’s Confederate gun, his knife folded
quietly in the homespun pocket of her skirt. The pitchfork
gleams like a fox’s hungry chops, the scythe fleers its grimace,
the sickle its overwrought smirk. Between the weapons, her fingers
turn to kippers, writhing, those pale-bodied worms eaten up
with death. And now, you know why she keeps moving; she
must. To rest would be to give thought to the maggots, to the
five-haired fungus, to the earwigs and earthworms; idleness
serves only the graveyard’s nibbling legions. She will not feed
her anger like slop to the swine. Vengeance is mine, saith the
widow, for each stillness, each silence is dark-mouthed
KEYHOLE through which grief slithers like a honey-voiced snake.
The verse is from “Primer: An Abecedarian” and I look forward to letting people know, when they talk to me today, about the “graveyard’s nibbling legions.” I want to hear how other people’s PIYP day goes. So either sign up for a “poem-a-day” e-mail from Knopf, or go over to Poets.org, print up a poem, put it your pocket and start sharing it with people. There are several opportunities around DC.
For one, there’s the Cheryl’s Gone reading series tonight, which features poets from Wave Books. And I found out Work-In-Progress that there will be a “Poetry at Noon” event at the Library of Congress, where you not only get in free for flashing your poem at the door, but you can also read it to everyone at the event. (The LOC is right down the street from my house, and I’d like to make it over there, but I have way too much to do today. We’ll see.)
Anyways. Leave PIYP encounters in the comments.
Sara Pennington dot com (link)
Work-In-Progress: “Thursday Is Poem In Your Pocket Day” (link)
Poets.org: Poems for Every Occasion (link)
Poem-A-Day emails (link)
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Wrote this yesterday in class, while I should have been commenting on people’s fiction (I’m no Sara Pennington):
I dream
Escape
A twilight
Jailbreak
Monkeys in the
Zoo
Slamming their fists
Against the plexi-glass
Watching it
Crack & whine
Shattering
No longer moons
Planets in orbit
I dream
Escape
i am sharing this: the google song
http://www.laminationcolony.com/rdowney2.html
Sorry I didn’t make it through your poem. My head almost exploded making sure things happened only 20 minutes after 8. & once Dottie Lasky started yelling into the microphone I lost it.
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