12-22-2015, 11:20 PM
< Calming Down >
I was a frantic young poet, so afraid of forgetting some genius phrase
or other that I carried a piece of paper rolled tightly around a pencil
everywhere I went just so I'd be able to catch those words before
they flew away. (I remember regularly picking papier-mâchéd bits of
that paper out of the clothes dryer.)
Michael McNeilley (poet and friend) would see me like this and say:
"Calm down, if it's that good, it will come back to you." It took a few
years, but I came to realize he was right. What a relief: I could look
around, notice everyday stuff, not have to worry about making poetry
out of every damned thing in sight.
Years later, I said to Michael: "It doesn't all come back, does it?" He said:
"No, but you believed it long enough to calm down, didn't you? Besides,
it doesn't really matter if you lose it, there's always more."
I calmed down again.
Michael died 14 years ago, so I can't say to him: "There isn't always more,
is there?" But I know what he'd say: "No, there isn't; but you believed it
long enough to calm down, didn't you?"
This reminds me of when I first realized what my sister (a photographer) had been telling me for years:
"You can experience 'now' or take a picture of 'now', but you can't really do both."
While criticism is not required, it is sincerely to be hoped for. (Off or On-topic remarks and clever abuse are appreciated as well.)
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