Alright, I admit it, I didn’t sent out a postcard today. I’m still working on the poem, which was going to be based on Donato Creti’s The Education of Achilles by Chiron, but it just wasn’t coming.
I think the problem is I don’t really dig Achilles. He had a bad attitude and a bum heel, big whoop. Chiron is much more interesting, being a tender but strong Centaur whose interests include medicine and astrology. So I mostly wrote about him, but the poem has too many abstract words in it. It’s just not gelling.
And I would just choose another image and try to throw a new poem together, but I’ve already written the name and address of the person I was to send it to, plus stamped it. So I’m a little bit stuck. Chris is at his club this evening, so I plan to work on the poem some more. Perhaps the silence will help.
So I had been thinking that no one was sending me poems for APPF. But today when I checked the mail, not only were there 4 postcards, there were about 400 bills, magazines, and ads. Clearly, the USPS just hadn’t been in the mood to deliver my mail.
These are the authors and titles of the poems I’ve received:
- Josie Emmons Turner, “Ella vive”
- Andrea Bates, “Last Chair of Summer”
- Russ Golata, “Ambient”
- Someone who didn’t put her name, “I am 3 years now past you” (which was really the first line of the poem)
I tried doing some detective work on the anonymous poem, by looking at the master list and counting back several days, but of course the postmark on the card (which was kind of fun because she handmade by gluing pictures from a magazine on an index card) is blurred.
You can’t beat 4 pieces of personal mail in one day, but I think I’d rather have it spread out over 4 days just the same. It’s hard to take it all in.
In other news, I sent off a chapbook today (not the one I mentioned the other day where I wanted to put together “left over” poems)–this is the sixth press I’m sending it to. What was really nice about this press was that it only had a $10 fee–which is practically a gift. We’ll see. I also sent a submission out to a couple of journals. Hopefully, something good will happen.
Alright, I’ve put off writing my poem long enough. I didn’t forget you, Chiron, I promise. I was just temporarily avoiding you.
For better or for worse, I’ve finished it. “Horse Sense” still has a lot of abstract language in it, which I hope can be improved when I bring it to the DYPS (my writing group), but the postcard will go out in tomorrow’s mail as is. I don’t think the poem is terrible, and as I said, the last line is very good. The one thing I couldn’t do on the postcard was space the lines in couplets–I can only fit 16 lines on a postcard printing in teeny-tiny handwriting, so the spacing had to go.
Chiron sounds fab, JC. I love the idea of a tender centaur. I understand your need to see the poem through to the end after addressing and stamping the postcard. Anyway, it’s only fair to the poem to at least get it to a semi-finished state. Have fun with your group!
Chiron is considered the “first educator” in Western civilization. Something about him really appeals to me. I think I just like Centaurs in general.
Thanks for writing, Christine!