Ah The Ex
Ah the ex.
Shows up when you least expect,
tries to be nonchalant.
Well, actually he doesn’t have to try
because he’s too clueless
to be anything else.
I’m not the same as
twenty-five ago
but you know what?
He’s old,
baggy and lined.
Don’t care where his
destination t-shirt came from.
I don’t have to be rude or anything to him.
He’s the ex for a reason.
Mary Beth Frezon 16 April 2011
The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darknesses. — Kazantzakis
Today
Boss: so now that you got that project done, do you take a break? You know like a rest?
Me: um, no?
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I have miles of hand-sewing facings down but I’ll probably look to see how the calendar works out between notification and ship dates for the two pieces.
I have to say that while I was quilting primordial I just didn’t like it as much as 36, which was hanging kitty-corner in the room. This made me a little sad since I loved the concept and the squares and the top. Normally I just love looking at the quilting progress but many nights I just left it on the table.
It looked ok when I hung it up on the wall etc for photos. Black quilts. Photos. Ick.
Anyway last night was tax night and then poetry writing then martini night. I got home after a later shift and got to it, in that order. When I went into the sewing room for poetry and martini, there was primordial hanging and darn if it didn’t look great.
So taxes done, poetry #15 done, I sat and took some sips and admired. And thought about all the little stacks of squares waiting to be sewn together.
Rest… No.
The challenge at Not Without Poetry involved some words. NaPoWriMo involved the Yin and Yang of stuff. I don’t think I really had much of that in me today. It was more about this little talk I had with myself on the way to a late (again!) lunch.
Draft the First, Time for Revision
You should get a life
I say on my way to lunch.
A real life.
You should get a real life,
I say to myself.
Is this where I get my
mid-life crisis
spurning all to run
run after my bliss?And what bliss? I have chased
this art, these colors, this thing
all these years
to some acclaim and for what?
I have had the moments of fame.
I have had the contented moments
looking at my work unfolding.
I have the room of materials
stirring me to move. Move on to the next.
The work whips me onward.
If I can’t get that mid-life crisis
British green MG, could I
get some friends? a lover?
someone glad to see me,
who makes my heart blossom
with a smile-like thing or more?
Point the way. Please.
Failing this, perhaps could I get
a few answers before sleep.15 April 2011
I saw this today and had to screenshot it and email it to myself because
I.did.not.want.to.ever.lose.this.ever.
There was very much that feeling of coming upon a pile of twisted and smoking wreckage but not being able to avert one’s eyes, all the while hoping you can upload your iPhone video of it to youtube asap. I just couldn’t keep myself from clicking on that link.
Jelly bean blessèd
Emerging from you a face
I hold you holy.
Do what you love and the necessary resources will follow.
