BRAVE STAR
singing like a slow scent beneath the sunArchive for April, 2008
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hello, my loves:
sorry i have been absent. i owe you a million poetry videos. i can’t say i’ve been really busy, i’ve just been lazy, but now things are kind of piling up. i have doctors and dentists to see, housing crap to take care of, financial planning and a lot of paperwork for brasil, a personal life (!), and of course, finals. i’m bracing myself for chaos. yikes, i wish i weren’t such a procrastinator.
but in two months, everything will be blissful. ah, i can’t wait. i must confess, though, a tiny part of me wishes that the time will go slowly. i have so much to do, so many people to see before i go. i feel like a large part of this semester was wasted (on unmentionable persons and things) and now it’s time to leave. but oh well, such is life.
can’t say when i’ll be back to updating regularly, but don’t forget about me. you know i can’t stay away more than two weeks, so til then just check the archives for some fun. =)
many good wishes,
aichlee
258.
just catching up on the poem posts:
today’s text: “Le-sporting-club de Monte Carlo (for Lena Horne)” from Jimmy’s Blues by James Baldwin
257.
sad news: Aimé Césaire has died.
Millibars of the Storm
Let’s not placate the day but go out our faces exposed
facing those unknown countries that take the wind out of the birds’ wings
the ambush opens along a sound of outer planetary limits
pay no attention to the supplely weaving caterpillars
but only to the millibars that dig into the milli-eye of a storm
to liberate the space where the heart of things and the advent of man are bristling
Dream let’s not placate
amidst the nails of crazed horses
a sound of tears that gropes toward the vast wing of eyelids
Published in Soleil Cou Coupe (1948) and The Collected Poetry (1983)
256.
somehow it’s gettin harder to make the poetry videos. i know i keep saying i’ll catch up on them, and i will. just hold tight.
in the mean time, here’s a poem i wrote:
domestic tranquility
when
half-sleep
you smile
a blue rooster
winking spider
eyelashes against
faded morning air
and dream familiar hands
into the curve of my thigh
i rediscover gentle crescent moons to
forget yesterday’s unforgiving ridge of knuckles.
ooh, i should add that this is from a poem cycle i’m working on about a domestic violence situation that led to murder. based on a childhood experience i had. more to come when it’s done.
255.
“Those who dream by day know many things which escape those who dream only by night.”
-Edgar Allen Poe
254.
today’s text: “for black women who are afraid” by toi derricotte was published in an anthology called the extraordinary tide: new poetry by american women (ed. aizenberg, belieu, countryman, 2001.)
252.
tonite, during what was supposed to be a study sesh, chauncy and i looked up the tv show dinosaurs on youtube. now, she’s gone, but i’m still here watching it when i should be writing my afam paper:
251.
oi pessoal,
i know i went MIA this weekend. i was out partaking in the madness of Spring Fling. lots has happened since my last post, most of which is not appropriate to put on blast on the internet. so…with that in mind, i’ll just say i am emerging from this weekend realigned with myself. i know what i want, i know what i like, and i deserve everything i desire. i also twisted my ankle, but despite that slight injury, i do feel good. ready to work (sort of) and counting down the days til june 26. eu tou pronta, viu?!
oh, and i’ll be catching up on the national poetry month videos soon, i promise.
many good wishes,
adb
250.
hmm…sade just might be my new style icon. at a banquet the other day the inspiration (an acapella group at penn) performed their version of “love is stronger than pride.” it was beautiful and ever since i’ve had the song in my head. see:
