Dear fellow Anthology poets in Ireland and elsewhere,
Perhaps you saw my multiple chemical sensitivity blog, "Distilled Clear" [see note below]* within the last two weeks. And perhaps some of you clicked over to this blog.
Before you forget that you ever saw either blog, I'd like to say something:
Hello!
I would have met you in person last year at the Whitehouse Pub on July 26th for the launch of Anthology for a River, but I was at the dentist. In the USA.
At 8:30 p.m. your time, my mouth was filled with a plastic mold, hardening. (The indignity of it all . . . )
Reduced to muteness under the clinical fluorescent lights, I had to face facts: This was not a prime scenario for a person hoping to read her poem in a warmly-lit pub in Ireland. Things just weren't going according to plan. As I counted down the minutes and seconds to free airspace, I contemplated the words, "poetic justice." Was this sad or was this funny?
The very night I could have been reading my poem aloud in Europe, I'm marooned in a dentist's chair with my mouth completely jammed up . . . gesticulating toward the clock and the window screen (reassurance of air, air), and "miming" for a pad on which to write things down -- as in, "How many more minutes to go?"
There was no food served under the fluorescents, the comedy was me, and my "grog" was water from the dental tap. I did, however, manage to enjoy some "craic" with the dental assistant.
I can only conclude that Heaven does, indeed, have a sense of humor: This was where -- and how -- Providence saw fit to place me on the evening of July 26th, 2012.
But here I am, today, a survivor of the daunting dental mold, constructing this fledgling blog --
And hoping, still, to join you in efforts to save this mightily poetic and historical river.
Ideas are the sparks which can change the course of things . . .
I welcome your ideas!
Regards,
C. M.
*A temporary re-titling of my blog, Daisies and Vinegar 2011.
Humor - A spoof on my actual, real-time visit to my dentist on the eve of July 26, 2012. I really would have loved to meet all of you.
~ Carolyn (E.) Marra, May 7, 2015
Perhaps you saw my multiple chemical sensitivity blog, "Distilled Clear" [see note below]* within the last two weeks. And perhaps some of you clicked over to this blog.
Before you forget that you ever saw either blog, I'd like to say something:
Hello!
I would have met you in person last year at the Whitehouse Pub on July 26th for the launch of Anthology for a River, but I was at the dentist. In the USA.
At 8:30 p.m. your time, my mouth was filled with a plastic mold, hardening. (The indignity of it all . . . )
Reduced to muteness under the clinical fluorescent lights, I had to face facts: This was not a prime scenario for a person hoping to read her poem in a warmly-lit pub in Ireland. Things just weren't going according to plan. As I counted down the minutes and seconds to free airspace, I contemplated the words, "poetic justice." Was this sad or was this funny?
The very night I could have been reading my poem aloud in Europe, I'm marooned in a dentist's chair with my mouth completely jammed up . . . gesticulating toward the clock and the window screen (reassurance of air, air), and "miming" for a pad on which to write things down -- as in, "How many more minutes to go?"
There was no food served under the fluorescents, the comedy was me, and my "grog" was water from the dental tap. I did, however, manage to enjoy some "craic" with the dental assistant.
I can only conclude that Heaven does, indeed, have a sense of humor: This was where -- and how -- Providence saw fit to place me on the evening of July 26th, 2012.
But here I am, today, a survivor of the daunting dental mold, constructing this fledgling blog --
And hoping, still, to join you in efforts to save this mightily poetic and historical river.
Ideas are the sparks which can change the course of things . . .
I welcome your ideas!
Regards,
C. M.
*A temporary re-titling of my blog, Daisies and Vinegar 2011.
Humor - A spoof on my actual, real-time visit to my dentist on the eve of July 26, 2012. I really would have loved to meet all of you.
~ Carolyn (E.) Marra, May 7, 2015
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