Poetry and lenses are other ways to see the familiar.
My office (now in 2 colors of green) is reassembled in a new furniture arrangement. I have a few display shelves. Up on the shelf, a magnifying glass, a souvenir from a town in Italy. A glass ball from Ottawa. Some Quartz that has travelled with us thru 4 or 5 homes. A vase that was a gift from neighbours a few houses back. A stereoscope gift from friends. A Buddha and his ball. There’s a postcard made by Michele Provost, and a framed garment label because it’s a nice font and I find the salvaging of it absurd and appropriate both. There’s poetry in everything.
A few lenses make the world into insect-vision. (Warning, do this often and you can dream with the perspective of a fly on the wall.) One is from NYC, one from a writers festival event and for the last one I’ve forgotten its origin. I’ve manipulated text with them, like this:
For Our World Tuesday a peek at some poetry events. I like ones that talk about poetry, get into details and do Q&A.
I like the festival for also presenting new-to-me poets. I go to everything that I can, whether I’ve heard of the person or not. It amazes me how many hundreds or thousands of poets there are out there with lifetime achievement, mentoring, whole lives that guided others that aren’t on my radar at all.
It gives a different perspective than hearing a poem alone. You can see the person and the intentions differently when you have a person’s voice and body language, interactions. It’s interesting. Some are witty, some earnest, some smooth, some awkward. It is a different speech act to roll over words for years than speaking off the cuff.
Quotable Noteable: “You can’t build a reputation on what you’re going to do.” ~ Henry Ford