O.P.P. [(Other Person’s Poems) for April] — #1, Ms. Edna…

So…..

Here we are. It’s April again. The Cruelest Month. Some months (and some Aprils) are crueler than others, apparently…

In order to punish myself  push myself, I have decided this year to embark on another crazy (unofficial) NaPoWriMo/NaPoREADMo (National Poetry Writing Month/National Poetry Reading Month) scheme. Only this year I’m crazy doubling down. I shall endeavor to not only write finish and post one poem per day on this here bloggo, but also to read said poem (ahem) aloud and post the sounds here so that you may understand how lucky you are that you don’t live with me enjoy the mellifluous tones of my deep baritone tenor (mezzo-soprano, maybe) voice.

On top of that (does this make it tripling down?) I am also going to be posting and reading aloud one poem per day by various persons (them afore-mentioned “Other Persons”) who will no doubt make my work look like doggy drool.

Anyway, it’s something to do. And hopefully something that someone out there (other than my wife–oh, wait, never mind–she’s in here with me) will enjoy. So. Here we go…..

(Erm…my bit will come a bit later. It is a night poem, so I shall wait for night to read it…..)

O.P.P. #1, Edna St. Vincent Millay’s rather cheeky (and perhaps ever-so-slightly dark?) take on the current season…..

 

Spring


To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
is nothing.
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.
 





5 thoughts on “O.P.P. [(Other Person’s Poems) for April] — #1, Ms. Edna…

  1. Well, I’m showing up at the tail end, but that’s OK I hope. Good for you for planning a rather ambitious tribute, and from what I can see you’ve been staying on track. This was a great poem to begin with. It’s very much my ex’s sensibility, which he came by authentically at an early age. Later his piercing and dark point of view was reinforced at the Millay Colony, where he used to hang out with Edna’s sister Norma. He was a poet himself, and every bit as cruel as April could be. But there are other months…and I’m not saying there isn’t truth in Edna’s poem, not at all.

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    • “OOpS!” And he falls promptly right off that track!
      And oh, yes, I sound quite a bit more “piercing and dark” than I actually am, I hope. I rather took Millay’s poem in an almost humorous tone, but maybe it’s my dark perspective makes it so….
      I gather that Ms. Millay’s life got rather dark, especially later on (she spiraled into a rather drugged anti-social state), and I suppose the seeds for that were already here in works like this.
      I do ok….as long as I don’t look to closely at the world outside of my immediate realm…..also probably has a fair bit to do with my extended absence here. I needed to absorb, filter, transmogrify all the crap. These are also the reasons that I have pretty much eschewed social media. I’m too damned sensitive to deal with it reasonably without time to digest…

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        • But at the same time, maybe it is the best time to not be insensitive.
          This whole weird bit of history we are experiencing now has really made me rethink and re-evaluate a lot of things, but especially our interactions via social media. (I do not by the way, think of WP–as some people apparently do–as social media). I am more happy than ever that I walked away from it a while ago. I do still have the Instagram thing but I have really been thinking that it’s about time for it to go too. The manipulation begins the moment one looks at it.
          Are you familiar with Jaron Lanier? I just came across his book and then started seeing him on Youtube (yes….there’s a bit of that social media addiction happening there…but….baby-steps, right?)
          You might find this interesting:

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          • A good turn of thought, that it’s the best time not to be insensitive. I wasn’t familiar with Lanier – and he’s from Seattle, really? Well, he does the PNW-weird look quite well. A dopamine farm, yes, I bet. A society optimized for nefarious activity – interesting. He makes great points. In these difficult times, it’s heartening to see that he has some optimism, too. I like “It’s your job to experience yourself without addiction” but not to tell others what to do. Have the conversation, yes. Thanks for sharing the video. 🙂

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