Archive for 2011

Third Day of National Poetry Month – “Sparrow Dreams”

April 3, 2011

Draft poem in honor of April, National Poetry Month.

Sparrow Dreams

I dreamt, years ago, that my infant child was a sparrow.
My husband, just last night, dreamt of a huge pooled grill
upon which customers threw raw steaks.
He also dreams of flying.

I rarely remember my dreams now–I don’t know if I can’t
hold onto them, or if I just don’t have them.  But I
dreamt, years ago, that I cupped the small brown bird,
who was my child,
inside my palms.

My husband dreams always, exciting scenarios.  Khaddafi makes
a house call; my husband disarms him while
lecturing on the merits of Debussy.

My mother once led, with great difficulty, a horse
down long dark stairs
only to find at the sweaty stoop
a sign that read, “Elevator For Horses
Only.”  Close to ninety, she still tells
that dream, but the words sometimes change:
“Horses Shouldn’t Take Stairs.”
My husband likes to tell his when he first wakes;
the surface of his sleep-furred eyes glisten
with the fantastical.


I sat holding my softly-feathered child on a bench
of women before sculptured green.  It was
Rockefeller Center, I remember, and that suddenly
I seemed to have put her down, my sparrow child, then
weeping, could not find her.

It was before her birth–when you are pregnant,
you have many dreams–but I knew, when I woke,
that my life was forever different,
that I had been given a fragile, marvelous, chance, a chance
I could not grip tightly (even though it might take flight),
but that I could not bear to lose, not ever.

As always, all rights reserved.

And also, as always, please feel free to let me know comments or suggestions.  This is a draft, and it would be wonderful to have guidance as to how to improve it.

Day 2 of National Poetry Month

April 2, 2011

Father with child and important package

Draft poem of the day.

Overheard in NYC

Man, breaking from snatches
of Hebrew song, to daughter
in arms (and pink),
“Don’t worry, sweetie, we’ve got
the ukelele.”

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April Poetry Month – “What is it” (Thinking of Japan)

April 1, 2011

Last year, during National Poetry Month, I posted, more or less, a new draft poem each day.  I really wasn’t sure I was up for that this year, but this morning, the scent of April called up some urge, and so I wrote the draft poem below.

It is a wonderful thing to have an incentive to think about and write poetry.  I don’t know if I can keep it up for the whole month, but I urge you all to consider trying it (at least for a few days!)   The poems I will post will, by and large, be drafts so please feel free to write comments and suggestions.

What is it

What is it that allows
the deeply suffering to feel
gratitude, that permits
the young man in Japan
on finding, after weeks, the remains of
his mother and sister, now delicately swaddled
in muddy blankets, to say
“I am so happy.”
Like the curve of breast or
hip that rises gently above
bone, softening the contours of a body evolved
to stand up on two legs, like swallowing
and swallowing again, and the relief in that,
to the caught, parched throat.

As always, all rights reserved.  As always, comment!  Suggest!  And, if you like the work, please please please check out my poetry book, Going on Somewhere, poems by Karin Gustafson, illustrations by Diana Barco, and cover by Jason Martin on Amazon.

Wishing (Weirdly) For an iPad 2 (UPDATED)

March 31, 2011

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(PS – if any of you saw an earlier version of this post, I updated to add a little more luminosity, and lines.)

 

 

 

Blogging – what is to be done?

March 30, 2011

More Repressive Doings In Wisconsin – Targeting U/W Professor William Cronon

March 29, 2011

My not very good portrait of Professor Cronon (Made on IPhone)

Events in Wisconsin continue to be deeply troubling.   After attacking public employees, and historic open meeting laws for legislators, Wisconsin Republicans now appear to be targeting William Cronon, Frederick Turner and Vilas Professor of History, Geography and Environmental Studies at University of Wisconsin.  Cronon’s offense, seemingly: speaking out in his blog about right wing state legislative tactics and writing an op-ed piece in The New York Times about how the crackdown on public unions deviates from Wisconsin’s historical traditions promoting both fair play and fair pay.   The specific means of attack (so far): a request by a Republican state official for access to months of emails written by Cronon on his University email account, highlighting buzz words such as Republican, Scott Walker, unions.

I was lucky enough to know Bill Cronon many years ago when he was on a Rhodes Scholarship at Oxford University (studying at Jesus College.)  He was one of the most hardworking and intellectually honest people I had ever met.  He was diligent, curious, creative, and kind.  I have not been in contact with him for years, but these characteristics were fundamental personality traits, and they continue to mark his work.  (Bill even looks somewhat the same as he did at Oxford, with the same hair style and beard, only greyed, and inquiring eyes behind dark-framed glasses.)

Cronon is a distinguished scholar, an early winner of a MacCarthur grant for  groundbreaking work on the interplay between ecology, nature, culture, history.   He is a great and creative student of American history, of the colonies (and pre-colonial America)  through the American West.  Recently, he was elected president of the American Historical Association.

My guess is that he is in a pretty strong position to weather almost any  type of attack.  But what about professors at state universities who have not had such celebrated careers?  What about state non-academic employees?

Scary stuff.

“Scribbling Women” – Marthe Jocelyn – Tales of Extraordinary Women Before the Age of the Blog

March 28, 2011

“Don’t know much about history,” sings Sam Cooke at the beginning of his 1959 song, “Wonderful World.”

My admirable friend and Canadian author, Marthe Jocelyn, in contrast, knows quite a lot about history, and, in her new book “Scribbling WomenTrue Tales From Astonishing Lives, does her best to  impart its wonders.

“Scribbling Women,” published by Tundra Books, outlines the lives of eleven extremely different yet remarkable women, each of whom set pen to paper (or fingers to typewriter) in ways that literally made history–their lives defying the boundaries of their circumstances, their writings serving as actual historical records of their times.  In this series of  short and insightful biographies, Jocelyn includes hefty, but digestible, chunks of these records–that is, the actual writing of each of her subjects–allowing readers to savor each woman’s unique voice.

The “scribbles”–ranging fromThe Pillow Book of Sei Shonagan, written in Imperial Japan, to Mrs. Beeton’s Book of Household Management, a 1112 page tome by Isabella Beeton of Victorian England, to the diary of Ada Blackjack, written on Wrangel Island, in the Eastern Cape of Siberia, in 1923–cover a vast range of time, geography, and style. Some of the texts were originally intended for publication, others, such as the diary of South Vietnamese physician, Dr. Dong Thuy Tram, seem to have been written simply to relieve an overburdened heart.  To accommodate this range, Jocelyn deftly provides a context for each tale, inserting brief and friendly asides that explain important bits of political and social history, and also past cultural norms and vocabulary.  In an age in which some would opt to bowdlerize Mark Twain rather than deal with historic complexity, her matter-of-fact approach to difficult and outmoded tags is incredibly refreshing.

Jocelyn writes primarily for the young adult reader, but the book is great for anyone  interested in writing, women and writing women.   Despite their “astonishing lives”, many of these women have received little popular attention (at least I hadn’t heard much of them):  there is Margaret Catchpole, transported from England to New South Wales for horsestealing and prison escape; her letters now provide one of the few written records of early colony life; Harriet Ann Jacobs, author of Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, who spent seven years living in an attic cupboard at the edge of her master’s plantation; Nelly Bly, American jounalist, who, with (dare I say it?) crazy bravura, arranged a confinement an 1880‘s women’s insane asylum in order to get the inside story.  (Nelly’s findings were reported in two articles in Joseph Pultizer’s The World, and later in the book, Ten Days in a Madhouse.)

Some of the women are more directly involved with the act of writing than others.  (Sei Shonagon, for example, worries terribly about coming up with quick poetic responses.)  The life of each, however, is fundamentally marked by her womanhood, in terms of both the dangers that threaten her and the opportunities that may avail.  The particularly feminine suffering of some of the women, such as slave Harriet Jacobs, and aborigine Doris Pilkington Garimara, is sobering.  But Scribbling Women offers lighter moments too, as when Mary Kingsley, English adventurer of the mid-19th century, writes of walking through West Africa:

“…the next news was I was in a heap, on a lot of spikes, some fifteen feet or so below ground level, at the bottom of a bag-shaped game pit.  It is at these times you realize the blessing of a good thick skirt.  Had I paid heed to the advice of many people in England…and adopted masculine garments, I should have been spiked to the bone and done for.  Whereas, save for a good many bruises, here I was with the fullness of my skirt tucked under me, sitting on nine ebony spikes some twelve inches long, in comparative comfort, howling lustily to be hauled out.”  From Mary Kingsley, author of Travels in West Africa, as quoted by Marthe Jocelyn, a scribbling woman.

Get your copy today!

Mary Kingsley, 1862-1900

(For more about Scribbling Women, Martha Jocelyn, the blog tour for Scribbling Women, and Tundra Books, check out Tundra’s website and Marthe’s website. )

Old Dog Matches Spring Landscape

March 26, 2011

Friday Night With iTunes

March 25, 2011

“National Velvet” (With Elephant)

March 24, 2011

With great affection.