Rituals are a way of honoring what might seem insignificant to someone else by sifting the details until the value can be seen by all. I loved reading this.
I have many rituals but this annual one got a poem this year. Thr six poems that vanish with impossible hope. Nurturing a childhood dream. Historical reenactments no one will ever see. A rite and ritual of passage. Proof I am writing and submitting and dreaming and not ever giving up. Defiance in creativity, though it may amount to nothing- it is everything in what it means 🖤
It is important to honor rituals, even rituals of destruction. I love the image of origami poems flung into the East River. I think when my river is no longer a sheet of ice I will float small boats of poems until they sink and let all the catfish taste my words.
The fish appreciate offerings. The rivers are brackish, not freshwater from frustration tears of writers who believe still. Poetry is an act of faith in NYC. The origami animals can grow content and fat. A failed sestina can feed an entire school of fish for a week. They appreciate the reads. The schools of fish become colleges. They will achieve MFAs in modern literature, become critics, judge poetry awards and gain superior sentience eventually from tasting decades and decades of all the lost submissions in the next 5-10 years.
Rituals are a way of honoring what might seem insignificant to someone else by sifting the details until the value can be seen by all. I loved reading this.
I have many rituals but this annual one got a poem this year. Thr six poems that vanish with impossible hope. Nurturing a childhood dream. Historical reenactments no one will ever see. A rite and ritual of passage. Proof I am writing and submitting and dreaming and not ever giving up. Defiance in creativity, though it may amount to nothing- it is everything in what it means 🖤
It is important to honor rituals, even rituals of destruction. I love the image of origami poems flung into the East River. I think when my river is no longer a sheet of ice I will float small boats of poems until they sink and let all the catfish taste my words.
The fish appreciate offerings. The rivers are brackish, not freshwater from frustration tears of writers who believe still. Poetry is an act of faith in NYC. The origami animals can grow content and fat. A failed sestina can feed an entire school of fish for a week. They appreciate the reads. The schools of fish become colleges. They will achieve MFAs in modern literature, become critics, judge poetry awards and gain superior sentience eventually from tasting decades and decades of all the lost submissions in the next 5-10 years.