Thursday, October 23, 2008
I'm going to get implants! I've been on the wait list at the dental school since 2007. The intial consult will be this Monday, yikes! Ultimately, they will do the procedure for way less $$ and I will be providing a service to the student, too! But, it must start this Monday! So, I wonder can I take on the 9mos, at least, procedure and manage to be there for mom, too?
Well, at this point I'm forging ahead and getting the xrays they need, thanks to my fabulous dentists office on a day when they're ordinarily closed. YAY! (shhh) Dr. Higashi and crew -- who've become , some of my extended family, they've been fo good with me and my teeth and soul.
So, I'm forging ahead and praying my angels we'll be at my side to make it all happen, as it should. Moms' surgery has been scheduled for the 18th of November.
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Sunday, October 19, 2008
'Just what made that little ol' ant
think he could move a rubber tree plant . . . '
High Hopes Song music: Jimmy Van Heusen, lyrics: Sammy Cahn.
A childhood song
inspired watercolor she found in a box
left to accumulate the dust of that passage of time she'd
endured 'sopra visuta' absorbed into her
made a part of her she wondered now, at the bruise
how had she sustained this damage;
not known of its force so obvious to others.
The stress fractured her soul
She'd long since grown tired of her own bellowing
and if her mother died she doubted anyone would come
looking for the girl who cried
Friday, October 17, 2008
the day spent dealing with the skewed horizontal of my body
(feeling as though I'm in a boat caught in a sand bar and so, no longer floating upright, but listing hard to the right -- this is not a new symptom but is a revisitation of one I have when I'm tired or under some outside stress -- LIFE ?!? ~~so, ... bX3 -- it also reminds me of that time in Venice with the boat and the firemen and 'american pie by Don McClean (I think that's how it is spelt), keeping us from being raped, potentially or drowned or forgotten -- we were loud the water police came and we got a midnight tour of Venice by starlight -- sure we were soaked, flithy and cold -- way past curfew , at this pt) it )
... it left me feeling overwhelmed. Such that, the combined factors of pain, the rather routine rigors of a dress rehearsal with live poets (they're harder than dead ones'
All over our bodies
And not just on our skin
We have scars in our voice
That you can hear
if you know how to really listen.
The shift in tone, in pitch,
A tremble, a shake, a sudden slur
Of a phrase.
Caused by some injury,
Perhaps to spirit,
Perhaps to emotion
Perhaps to body.
We have scars in our eyes
They cloud of the clearness
The sparkle, the zest for life
You see inside of people.
What injury dulled your enthusiasm
Love for life? How do we
Re-capture all of your beauty?
We have scars inside and out,
Some you see clearly,
Some are almost invisible,
Some you’ll never see
In others and others will never see in you,
But you know they exist,
Sometimes you know exactly where they are
And sometimes… you aren’t sure
Ad maybe believe they have healed.
Contrary to popular myth
Some scars do fade away… completely.
Leave your scabs alone
Time will heal them…without scar
And if some scarring never goes away?
Well some scars are sexy…
Don’t hide them.
Everyone who knows how to look will see them anyway,
So embrace them…
They are part of you.
Christopher J. Jarmick Writer
Poet, Financial Advisor--isn't everyone?
you make my heart
throb with the resonance
of places disturbed
like ripples in the water
stir me up
touch my soul
wake me up
you you you you
you you you you
by sanding away those
glitches in my surface
you you you you
you you you you
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
so, for the last 6 months, i've received at least poem (sometimes 3) a day ... this is the latest and may explain to some how, I'm holding on thru this thing with my mom ... hope you know I am thinking and feeling and hopeful, too! If you are reading this, chances are I love you, too!!! E
Foolish Man banishes doubt in poem
How do we begin again
When the detritus remains
You can’t start clean, fresh
The past is there
There’s unfinished business
The tears flow
Out of frustration, fear
Believe in love
Believe in magic
I’ll say it enough times
It must be true
It will be true.
I’ll believe, keep to my faith
When all around me
They believe I’ve lost my mind
I’ve lost everything good in my life
I’ve created this beautiful family
And still am able to write and share
And create and do so much
Then I want to be in love again
As if it was not over-rated
As if magic can happen
And will happen to me.
As if my magic will heal others,
One in particular.
As if it will make a difference,
As if I a right to believe
I can make it so.
I must be so so foolish
To stay this course,
Yet I stay this course
I’ve saved myself
She’s decided to leap
To defy former lovers
And leap with me off the cliff
It’s already happened of course
But she actually realizes it has happened
And she’s holding onto my hand
Believing I can do this
She’s holding onto my
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Thank you poets for a wonderful show. You worked hard to help make it a great poetry set and Eileen and I really appreciate how seriously you took it and how wonderfully you followed through and made us so proud. Many of you took the challenge to memorize your poetry and did
so... yaaaaay.... everyone was familiar with what they were reading, they were able to give wonderful performances even if it was not completely memorized.
Thanks D, R, M, T, X, David T.
Every one of you brought the something extra to your performance and the audience noticed. Eileen and I have never heard so many positive comments from audience members, new and old alike about the poetry set.
For me personally it was a big deal. I first learned about the studio through Dobbie, several months later Eileen, Kerry Cox, Brenda Givens and Dobbie got me to a show and then I was invited to be part of it. Eileen told me the story of how the studio began, how Jeff asked her
to do poetry, how the poetry set grew into something bigger. In my personal work as a poet, it's important to me to bring poetry to people so that they might re-discover it, understand how it can heal and communicate. It is under-appreciated art form that is actually very accessible. Eileen explained she would be on hiatus for a few months possibly longer and could I help keep the poetry strong, work with the studio and Dobbie and others. I took it on as a challenge
to help Eileen and Jeff and the studio give poetry to the audience in a way that represents it as both entertainment and art.
At least 2 separate couples and a few others told Eileen and I how they really are not into poetry and do not go to poetry readings and have little appreciation for it, but that they really enjoyed the poetry set at the studio and it really touched them. Not one or two poems.. but the whole set.. the different voices, the different styles, the different subjects. This is such an important thing for Eileen and I to hear...
Taking back poetry is what I call it. A lot of people were forced to memorize poetry they didn't understand in school and later had to sit through boring lectures in College about it. Others have sat through bad poetry readings.
So thank you.. for making it happen the way that it really matters. Thank you for letting me be part of it. Eileen and I promise you that we will make suggestions and come up with ideas for you to look and do your best. We will do our best to place you in the poetry set in such a way that you can shine in the spotlight for a few minutes and show off. We want you to look your best. And last night you did...
so thank you.. and congratulations.
Unfortunately right before the poetry set happened Eileen took a very hard fall. From a standing position she fell and smacked into the small tea table. Many people heard the big crash, tea cups were broken and some of the guests rushed to help Eileen along with Terry. Eileen of course insisted she was okay.. she was in the show must go on mode. She got up and did the poetry set.. and talked to guests after the show not fully realizing how much she paid for the fall. The
fall left her with a huge bruise, back pain and a twisted ankle. She didn't let anyone know how serious it was--not even me, until later. People assumed if she was more hurt she would say something or she might have even stayed down. Eileen isn't like that... Instead of stopping, getting some ice packs or calling any attention to what happened.. she just went and went....
at the day spa, helped me soothe and smooth my feathers -- I mean,
flaps (?) Well, the lavishing of love in the waters of Little red day
spa, loosed everything and added thankfulness to the healing elixir!
No, worries, I heal and roll and bounce and smile!
It was a great show!!! Be pl.leased fellow, poets!!! thnx, Eileen
*** if you made it this far, please say prayers for mom, who's about to undergo surgery in the next few weeks! if you want more info you can call me @ 206 686 3767 xo please forgive my reposting this LRS specific noosie, piece, just thought you'd like an update!