I am sorrowful.
I was looking through the thesaurus to find out exactly what it was I was feeling: it wasn’t sad, it wasn’t chagrined or disappointed. It was sorrowful.
A month or so ago I found the Walt Whitman Poetry contest, which definitely sounded like it was up my alley. I do love Whitman’s poetry, and it was great to have a goal (and a deadline) to work towards. It is certainly forcing me to write constantly, which is…hard, but good. My poetry has matured significantly just in the very short time I have been working on it (is this poetic hubris, I wonder?).
The judge of the Walt Whitman Poetry contest is Tracy K. Smith. And, naturally, the best way to understand the poet is to understand the poetry. So I bought her book: Life on Mars
Smith teaches creative writing at Princeton University and lives in Brooklyn.”
Every day, since I first received her book, Life on Mars, I have carried it with me. It has been thrown into my backpack (carefully), I have studied it while the kids were in their Martial Arts’ class, I take it to my nightstand before I sleep…this book has been attached to my hip for a month.
I have studied her words, her phrases, tried to understand what she was saying and how she was saying it. I have eat, slept and breathed Life on Mars. I am enamored with the words. I feel a personal connection with the poetry. I am in love with this book.
What is love? According to TED speaker, Brad Troeger, “Love is potentially the most intense thing that has been thought of for all of history.” And that’s true. Love has been dissected, resected, bisected and had autopsies performed on it in order to figure out what it is.
Good love is a vulnerable relationship between people. I am vulnerable with Ben because I trust him with my love. I love my children with a vulnerable, motherly love that manifests itself in our relationship. Love is a very delicate and well balanced thing: it takes two sides to make a relationship, and a relationship can form love.
When a poet puts their words onto paper, they begin the relationship with the reader. The reader, then, will read it and either respond to the poem with understanding, or not respond to the poet and walk away. A truly good relationship will form lasting bonds that will stay the course of a lifetime: those are the poems you remember years after you read them because they touched something inside you. And you fell in love with the poem.
I have fallen in love with the poetry in Life on Mars. I have invested a part of me into studying Smith’s works in very sincere ways. Her poetry is beyond ethereal, and she speaks in broad strokes, as well as finishing lines, and now that I cannot submit my work into the Walt Whitman poetry contest…I am feeling grief because I am not able to send my poetry to Tracy K. Smith.
Today I found out I can’t actually submit my work to the contest, because it is for “first book” submissions: and I already have a poetry book with an ISBN #.
BLAST!! BLAST IT ALL TO MARS!!
This is so disappointing. Sorrowfully disappointing.
Emma Stone is going to play Sally Bowles in ‘Cabaret’ on Broadway.
This is insane.
Liza Minnelli killed it with her performance in Cabaret. I am not even a “musical” person, but her performances were some of the most amazing numbers I have ever seen. Maybe the most amazing numbers, because I can’t think of any that outshine her.
Emma Stone has devoted her entire life to her singing and acting, and now she is playing Sally Bowles in Cabaret. This is so outstandingly exciting for her, I am thrilled!!
It gives me hope for myself. Some day, after I have put in more hours and more sleepless nights fretting over allusions and phrasings…some day maybe I can follow in Tracy K. Smith’s footsteps. Maybe one day my poetry will inspire people to fall in love with poetry.
Love is definitely worth writing for.
Thank You, Tracy K. Smith.