So the other day, I almost wept when I watched this video. I know, weird, it’s of a woman talking about lyric poetry and flarf in her kitchen. But she also talks about poetic forms as a response to the absurdity and insanity of our world, a way to cope with the craziness that we live in—and if a creative response isn’t a positive one, I don’t know what is.
So here are the first few paragraphs of my dream: I walked toward the fields. Behind every haystack couples were making love. Even the smallest clumps of grass were occupied. It didn’t seem possible that people could be so horizontal, almost flat. From certain angles, the fields appeared empty and still. Serene. Serene and inviting.
There was a row of trees I was interested in reaching. The trees were deep within the field. I knew if I could get to the trees, I would find my lover.
Walking was like floating. Floating above bodies writhing in the grass. I walked through the orgy toward the trees. Limbs, breasts, buttocks, torsos sprawled like land mines.
Girl Facts
One girl in seven in developing countries marries before age 15.
38 percent marry before age 18.
One-quarter to one-half of girls in developing countries become mothers before age 18; 14 million girls aged 15 to 19 give birth in developing countries each year.
I just spent 21 days writing from prompts by Maya Stein’s online writing course. I excavated a lot of material from my writings and am renewed, inspired, and ready to write more. (Postings to come)!