If you blot at darkness
soon you will discover it billowing
out spreading like an inky veil
underwater There are recipes
that call for squid ink Oily charcoal-colored pastas
Cephalopods cooked in their own
fear This is the taste of escape
Of salt and tar-stained teeth Of all the animals
it is only the human that would see a shadow
and want to swallow it There is more gun
powder than can be gulped down Some of us
learn to live with our bellies full of violent stories
Magician’s handkerchief-style we begin to retrieve
them As they will shadow and sorrow invade our schools
Anger is one measly letter away from danger
and if we could talk guns into evaporating Oh we would
We would Please begone weaponry
Please begone those who would do us harm We would write
on the blackboard an incantation for protection but knowledge
of it is inconsistent In some districts there is no mention
of it in the curriculum Meanwhile a glossy textbook born
in this year clears its throat It says Listen children In the South
on agricultural plantations the slave trade brought workers
to America Millions of immigrants
and in these words we do not say and words we choose instead
we disclose our darkest appetites A taste for holes For eradication
We do not call it by this name but what it is is violence
I'd heard the Vampire Weekend song, "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" before, and it's weird lyrics and cute, bouncy tune always stick to my brain. There's a lyric in the song that name drops Peter Gabriel ("It feels so unnatural, Peter Gabriel, too"), and I was totally delighted to discover that Peter Gabriel made a (terrific) cover of this song.
Have a wonderful, creative weekend, friends! Here's a song for a happy Friday.
This past weekend, poet Darren Demaree invited me (and fabulous Paging Columbus co-curator Joy Sullivan) to be a part of his online video series called CookBook, in which he interviews a poet while they cook something (and eat it) in his kitchen. I love this concept--the series is officially for Sundress Publications, a wonderful, innovative, community-minded literary organization and publisher.
We made Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Muffins (they were KILLER...I have eaten many this week!), and talked about Paging Columbus, the literary community in Columbus (which is alive and well, friends), and our plans for future events.