Two things occurred to me after turning the calendar today: shoot, it’s about time to do my taxes and it’s poetry month.
April began with little notice here as we mourn the loss of a friend. One by one my favorite poets creep into my head. First Donald Hall’s Distressed Haiku written for his late wife Jane Kenyon:
You think that their
dying is the worst
thing that could happen.
Then they stay dead.
Then Allen Ginsberg’s Kaddish written for his late mother Naomi:
Strange now to tink of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
Robert Frost came by, too, with Reluctance.
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
I could go on as death is a poetic preoccupation, but I have a rule about sad things: if you want to tell me a sad story, fine, but you owe me two happy/odd/ fun (HOF) offerings immediately after. This rule has no exemptions so here are my offerings:
* One of the best love poems of all time – Samuel Beckett’s Cascando
* Creepy Bunnies via Laini Taylor
*An event not to miss: DC’s Chili Cook-Off May 12th. This is really a music festival with awesome food. Yay festival season. Here’s the line up:
Angels & Airwaves
and for some reason Incubus is headlining.