Saturday, September 30, 2006
We attended the unveiling of Poetic Spirits of the Valley in Abbotsford today. The MSA Poets Potpourri Society put on quite a party to launch this book of poems, prose and photos, and to generally celebrate the 25 years the society has been in existence.
I’ve been a member for just a little over a year. While I’ve enjoyed participating in a few of the society’s readings, I’m really only a hanger-on.
Nevertheless, even hangers-on got to submit their poems. And so, with three poems included in the book I signed a couple of books, then joined hubby, who so graciously drove me, in drinking coffee and feasting on sandwiches, fruit and cake with the best of them.
Congratulations to the publication committee, and Alvin, our fearless editor!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Not every picture is a winner. But you keep taking them anyway, hoping that one of these days, you’ll get something really good.
And that’s how it is with writing. You know you’re writing a lot of stuff that isn’t great. But you keep doing it anyway, hoping that one of these days, you’ll figure out how to say it just right.
Posted by Violet Nesdoly at 10:10 AM
Saturday, September 09, 2006
September and the time to get back to work. Though often maligned as a negative thing, I personally love to work – especially if that work is something that sweeps me away and makes me oblivious to time and place – like writing often does.
Here are some lines from Marge Piercey’s poem “To be of use” in praise of workers:
The people I love best
jump into work head first...
I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience....
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident....
Read entire poem
Today I work in the kitchen. Friends are coming to visit and I am making a lasagne dinner. My husband has done most of the cooking for the last while – and though I haven’t missed thinking up what to make for meals, I have missed those kitchen rhythms. Today I get them back. I will put on my harness – my apron – and dirty my hands with smear, crumble, chop, saute and bake!
Posted by Violet Nesdoly at 9:27 AM