Is this you in the photograph? Big, hulking, alone among others, a little menacing?
Writing is an hermetic act. Only other writers understand this. It can be seen as purely selfish . “You are wrapped in yourself,” I have been told more than once. “Bloated with your own self-importance.” Non-writers feel cut off, shut out, alone, forever outsiders. I do not know the answer to this, except to share what we write with our loved ones and hope they do not get envious or jealous of our special gift. Or perhaps it is better not to share, to beat others over the head with our little creations.
Perhaps it is better for writers to pair up with writers, like Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath though we all know what a disaster that turned out to be though I am sure there have been happy unions.
*what do you think?
* this post was inspired by Carolyn Cordon’s most recent post
* photo by alex plesovskich on Unsplash
That little kid in Maccas
from Aldinga Primary
with one hand on his yellow scooter
is picking up his order as I
am putting mine through.
Hello, he says brightly
& I say, hello, back
& I think should I be even speaking
with this kid?
[hasn’t he heard of stranger danger?]
so I ask him when did school go back
& he says, Monday so I ask him what grade he is in
[ he isn’t that little]
so I guess, Year seven
& he says, Year 5
& adds he comes each morning to Maccas
to fill up his tummy
so he can work hard .
He collects his pancake with chocolate syrup and strawberry milkshake
& scoots off
with his bag of calories and good work ethic.
*pic courtesy of Wiki Commons
Maybe because I was slipping away into the comfortable, undemanding
arms of magazines, she gave me a brand new bookmark from ifaw.
Now all you have to do is find a book to put it in, she said.
It’s like someone buys you a pair of slippers for your birthday,
you’ve got to get a dressing gown to go with them, and then a box of cigars
and a bottle of tawny port like an English gentleman to get you through
the evening and a cozy murder mystery to curl up with before the fire
& suddenly I knew what type of novel I wanted.
what book have you got .lined up to read? do you smoke cigars, drink tawny port and curl up before the fire of a winter evening?
When I come back
I want to come back as a book.
No matter how rambunctious, vitriolic,
passionate the life within,
I can’t get over how composed
each one looks.
if you could come back as a book, which character would you choose to be?
I don’t look odd enough.
That’s my problem.
I’m a little too symmetrical.
Take Tom Cruise, for instance.
I read an article once that suggested that his charisma comes
from his asymmetric face.
I do have one pupil not quite in alignment with the other when I look down a little.
But that’s it.
And anyway no one notices.
I’m showing signs of age but that’s not oddness.
I do have a scar on my left cheek which hints at a seedy past — a knife fight perhaps —– which I’m happy to go with — but sadly it’s only where a skin cancer was cut out.
I’m sure if I looked odder
I’d be in more demand.
It’s just my luck to be born symmetrical and boring.
*pic courtesy of Wiki Commons
Have you ever noticed how placid an ad becomes
when you put a cow in it?
Farmers too when they milk?
All my good ideas came to me while I was milking a cow,
the American painter Grant Wood
Have you ever noticed how much more pleasant
‘The Farmer Wants a Wife’ is
compared to the bitchy, sniping
‘Married At First Sight’?
We should all pat a cow in the morning, hug a tree
if we are to start the day right.
Riot-prone areas, prisons too should be equipped with cows
their melodious moos
soothing the seething masses.
emblems of placidity
a state we aspire to in these troubled times.
What if I had a different biology,
say a trans or a woman?
would I still be me?
Would I feel the same?
Have similar attitudes?
Would I be a better person
if I were in different shoes?
Was Jesus a funny guy?
Would he have laughed at my pelican story?
Had he a sense of humor?
And if so, was it the self-deprecating kind
or the sort that skewered the pomposity of others?
You can’t tell me with those twelve disciples alone
with all those foibles
he didn’t have sufficient material to work with.
My guess is he compiled a joke book which the early Church
Did he do stand-up on the mount where he gave,
in his more serious side, the Sermon on the Beatitudes?
Humour should have been amongst them.
A person with a sense of humour is in contact with his humanity.
Even the donkey and hyenas know how to laugh.
The images of Buddha show him with a rollicking belly.
I don’t mean to be disrespectful but where are the images
of the jolly Jesus?
I bet if they met he would have shared a laugh with Buddha,
even exchanged jokes over a coffee or two.
I wait for the record to be rectified.
An ampler, more approachable sort of god.
the voluptuous girth
yr full mouth
tiny tiny waist
between forefinger and thumb
yr long tapering body
of yr beauty
of yr full-bodied flavours