The following Tuesday, I attended a reading at the Essex Free Library with a friend: Authors of Please Do Not Remove: A Collection Celebrating Vermont Literature and Libraries. The collection was inspired by a stack of old library cards--the kind with names of the borrowers on them, from the days before computers and privacy concerns. The editor, Angela Palm, bought the cards on e-bay.
(You really can buy all kinds of things on e-bay, but who knew inspiration was one of them?)
Then on Thursday, I went to the beautiful Shelburne Farms for a book launching:
Water Journeys in Art and Poetry-- ART by a Jericho artist, Dianne Shullenberger, and Poems by Jericho poet, Mary Jane Dickerson, AND--Nothing Saved Us: Poems of the Korean War by Tamra Higgins.
(This does not even count my volunteer hours at the library!)
Finally, on Saturday, I drove to Middlebury for the fall poetry workshop of the Poetry Society of Vermont with David Weinstock giving the critiques. I had submitted a poem.
A Game of Scrabble, Anyone?
I used to play Scrabble, though I haven't for years--
smooth ash tiles lined up, seven in a row,
letters waiting for words to link them
criss-cross on a fold-out board
set on the floor in front of a fire
with pillows and glasses of wine.
Then others started to decline, voice vague fears--
"She reads too many egg head books."
"She knows words that I don't know."
And I, knowing what they did not,
went along with Trivial Pursuits.
But I wonder why they didn't see?
No advantage here. I wasn't good at Scrabble.
Words didn't scare me, but numbers did.
I saw "yodeler" and "proxy" on my rack
as letters danced, changed partners.
The world of words took me in
and held me in an illusive now.
Strategy and planning? Too hard for me to handle.
Triple word score? A meaningless concept.
Scope out evolving patterns? Not for me.
I see a word, I play it; I lay it down.
I saw the words not critical spaces.
Scoring takes awareness of the future.
I was hoping for some feedback, but this is all I got:
"I'm exactly this kind of Scrabble player. My words are lush, my score is lousy. When i play on line, I lose 89% of my games.
"I don't like the second stanza, and honestly I doubt that anybody said those things out loud, "Egghead?" Yeah, some people prefer Trivial Pursuits, it's not because they don't love you, it's because they watch TV while you read books!"
So I am free to discuss further by e-mail or phone, but I won't bother I think.
However, if you have a helpful suggestion, let me know.
Seriously, you think no one has ever referred to me as an egghead? That cracks me up!
(oof, I know!)