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A fun reading
at Fauntleroy’s last night, a conversation in poetry between Leatha Kendrick and George Ella Lyon, in which each poet chose a poem to read in response to the last poem read by the other. (That sentence is more complicated than the concept.) As usual, Fauntleroy’s was a welcoming place, and the young jazz trio seemed to be having a great time while making some lively music. Some nice photography hanging now — flowers with just a hint of Georgia O’Keefe. I regret to tell you that I didn’t catch the name of the artist or of the young musicians. It had been a long day for me yesterday.
The next reading will be on June 3 with Normandi Ellis and Jennifer Beckett.
This evening my great niece gets married with all pomp and circumstance (not to mention a dinner dance reception), the culmination of more than a year of planning. My son is coming in from Knoxville for the event, the sun is rising yellow through the trees, the birds are chattering, the seldom-worn suits are newly dry cleaned, and I have white shirts to iron. Karen Koegler gave me a copy of Utne Reader yesterday with specific instructions to read the article subtitled “How Blogging Ruined My Life.” So I am off, leaving you with these words from Leatha Kendricks’s closing poem from last night, “Zen Laundry,” which are appropriate enough as Words of Wisdom for my beautiful young niece:
Nighties rumpled full of sleep smells,
t-shirts stained and jeans survive,
demanding to be laundered yet again.
Love has put me here, I muse.
The fairy tale’s real end. A cinderella inside out,
I sing, “My love! My endless—laundry.”
Among the piles of clothes, I am
a blankness opening
to admit the insufficiency of thought.
The Way of Wisdom.
Go now and wash your socks.
– from Leatha Kendrick, “Zen Laundry,” Heart Cake (Sow’s Ear, 2000)
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