listen more, speak less
read more, write less
learn more, hurt less.
listen more, speak less
read more, write less
learn more, hurt less.
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.“
I miss being the self that I understood.
Here, muted in color and thought, I am often lost
in my own words, confused. Before
here, I could say things in any language
and rarely be misunderstood
because directness is imperative
when one is only present for a moment at a time.
This frustration of tongue, that
what I mean and what I say can possibly be two different things – i
feel myself slipping,
sinking backwards behind a reality of protocol and what is cool,
swimming in masques of politeness and belonging.
I was so excited for April this year – this time, I was sure, with working internet and everything, I would be able to finally participate in the blogging world’s National Poem Writing Month. 30 poems in 30 days.
Then I got sick on April 1 and have been sick since then. Since my very limited energy has been largely devoted to schoolwork, I have had little to no interest in trying to construct any sort of worthwhile writing whatsoever. (Hopefully I will get it together before the paper I have to write this weekend)
So, it is with much sadness and as much grace as I can muster, I must withhold my participation from NaPoWriMo this year.
😦