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the plight of poetry

Two important things that matter to me are poetry and future writers.

Evie @hideawayroom

Also I feel that being a teenager… Sometimes adults don’t think that we are mature enough to GET somethings. Sometimes adults think that are opinions and ideas are stupid or unreasonable just because we are younger then them. But what they don’t remember from their teenage years is that being a teenager is HARD. And yeah, we make mistakes, who doesn’t? But we still have opinions and thoughts in our brains that we need to let out. Blogging is such a good way to let it all out.

Evie is a recent follower of mine and I sincerely find it an honor that a teenager is interested and finds my blog engaging. She read a post of mine that resonated with her thoughts and life. The particular hopeful and tragic post she read was a heartfelt memory of my teenage years. Hopeful, being as old as I am, 49 for anyone who cares to know, of finding a snippet of peace, a peace that comes and goes, enough to carry me through. Tragic, because if someone resonates with the hurt encountered, I am saddened. Truly. So I share her thoughts above and encouraged she has found her voice.

As I follow her blog I know I will be fascinated. I am concerned some of my posts may not be appropriate for younger readers and hope I am a good example. God bless!

Grolier Poetry Bookshop

Now on to the future of poetry.  During a recent visit to Cambridge, MA, I dug up a small gem of a bookstore at 6 Plympton Street, only 440 sq ft of space, facing the possibility of closing their doors. I had to stop in and check out the solely shelved poetry shop. I found three books, Becoming a Poet: Elizabeth Bishop with Marianne Moore and Robert Lowell, David Kalstone, The Passion of Emily Dickinson, Judith Farr and Wild and Whirling Words: A poetic conversation; moderated by H.L. Hix. Can you imagine my excitement?  The proprietor is Professor Ifeanyi Menkiti, a Nigerian poet who teaches philosophy at Wellesly College.

While I browsed the shelves, I overheard the bookstore manager talking with a communications director at NPR, looking for publicity for their Go Fund Me page. I mentioned the conversation to her and asked for a link, explaining I would post on my humble blog. So here it is Grolier Legacy Fund  if you feel  inclined to contribute to the future of poetry in America.

I also stopped in Boston’s famed Brattle Book Store. I could not help myself and bought three more books, knowing I had to lug them home in my luggage and face scorn. I knew I would need to weed out 9 other books in my library to make space, since I have been told “No more bookshelves”, three of the most hateful words to a book lover. I know, brave.  (Although I admit I need to organize myself as I look at the whirlwind that hits my writing room daily.) I bought Dickinson: Strategies of limitation, Jane Donahue Eberwein; Marianne Moore: Selected Letters, Bonnie Costello, ed.; and unfortunately a duplicate of The Passion of Emily Dickinson, Judith Farr. That is a sure sign I am getting old.

9 West Street, downtown Boston

I love how they set their used sale books out in the open air and look at that mural.

Brattle Book Store street art

Happy reading and writing and enjoying life. I wish you all the best, always. J



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