November 17, 2010

Flicker

i don't know when i last wrote a poem, but i was bustling around yesterday and suddenly felt that old call, the urgency of words pushing against my hands. This is for my three friends, and for women.
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Once a week for three weeks
my friends' babies died within them.

Pulsing energy
then lost in silence.
Searching on a screen
poised over a belly,
one, two, three.
Still.
My friends' hearts beating faster, faster,
then
slower,
stopped in agony and in empathy
with their little beloveds.
Shared blood, shared stillness.
Ringing ears giving way to
equal silence.

i remembered a woman in a small dark room
(i don't know why i forget her,
she always comes back to mind with urgency,
reminding me that i've forgotten)
with a screen poised over my belly
as she chatters, chatters, and then
silent.
Turning the screen to me-
breaking the rules-
she points,
pantomimes:
her hand presses her chest twice
then away
touches twice
then away-
thump/thump
thump/thump
my/child
bright/spark
alive.
i stared at the flutter on the screen but
i wanted to watch her-
this rogue stranger-
risking her security for my peace.
i don't remember her name.

i hold my boy to me when he cries,
our hearts facing,
rhythms different.
His doesn't stop, though mine often does.

i watch him when he sleeps,
so silent and still that
fear says
'He has slipped away.'
i do not breathe,
i press my hand to his chest-
in/out in/out
He is here.

i know he is a rare creature,
millions like him are born all the time,
millions of rare creatures
that kept pulsing
when their friends did not.

Every time a little heart stops inside a woman,
more than life is lost:
Peace is lost for every woman who knows.
There is no security
with a child inside.
Wild need of it makes us
break rules,
scrabble,
go rogue-
grip it when we can, give it as often.

i hold my boy to me when i cry
for friends of mine
who lost,
friends of his
who were lost,
for peace lost.

Beat/on.
Hold/fast.
Live/full.
Burn, spark.

November 11, 2010

a world full of wishywashers

Chickadees, the abuse of the ellipses has become an epidemic of grammatical proportions. No one declares anything anymore, they just.... suggest.... or think...... or hint.... Statements themselves are being distorted into these half-thoughts: "That was an excellent movie...." Where is the other half?? When does the other shoe drop? But what? Because i assume there's a 'but' since the ellipses indicate another thought closes out this first thought. No? No but? You just thought it was an excellent movie? Well then say so. Look, i'll show you how: "That was an excellent movie." You only have to hit the . button once, so you see, it actually saves you time and effort. Facebook is the official festering breeding ground for ellipsabuse. "Finished my essay...." "Heading to the deli...." "Happy Veterans Day...." No one wants to be definitive anymore; status after status is hemmed and hawed and everyone just keeps trailing off...................................................................................................................................................................
If nothing closes out the thoughts, we're all just an endless, low buzzing sound of vague incompleteness, hesitating at the brink of complete ideas. (i have a friend, we'll call her Ryn Losten, who is oft frustrated by Canadians' tendency to bend their voices up? At the end of every sentence? So that everything is a question? "Just say it!" Ryn Losten wants to roar. Or at least, she did that one time at the Canadian guy on my tv. This is nearly equal to my feelings about people who always ellipsize their statements. i oft roar at my computer and text messages.)

Let's get official: ellipses are used to indicate omission from a quote. Por ejemplo, the best-known portion of the famous poem on the Lady Liberty's monument:
Give me your tired, your poor/Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,/The wretched refuse of your teeming shore./Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,/I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
(Quick pause to consider how well or poorly our nation represents that sentiment. (Hi Arizona!))
If we want to truncate that quote, ellipses would be used to remove non-essentials and we could still express the fundamentals thusly: "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses...send these...to me, I lift my lamp." Orrrr we could do something snarky like this: "Send these, the homeless...to...the...door!" but that would be a dishonest use of the ellipses and the quote. (See: any reality show ever)

Ellipses also have a less technical usage, and this is the part that gets egregiously abused. Talking points from Grammar Girl:

"A number of style guides say that ellipses can be used to indicate a pause or falter in dialog, the passage of time, an unfinished list, or that a speaker has trailed off in the middle of a sentence or left something unsaid. For example, The Chicago Manual of Style states, “Ellipsis points suggest faltering or fragmented speech accompanied by confusion, insecurity, distress, or uncertainty.” The Manual contrasts ellipses with dashes, which it states should be reserved for more confident and decisive pauses. ...Use ellipses sparingly to indicate hesitation or faltering speech or thoughts."

Please, fellow speakers-of-English, let's not dilute the language further than it already has been. Don't be afraid of what you're saying. And if you're using the ellipses to shyly invite a response, which i believe is one reason many apply it so generously, then buck up, confidently assert your place in the conversation, and alter your wording accordingly. "I'm wondering what your schedule is...." is passive and a bit off-putting. Just ask me what my schedule is, or i will start responding to the ellipses statement for what it is: "i'm sorry that the mystery of my schedule is giving you faltering thoughts and causing you hesitation." And then we will both be annoyed, which is unfortunate.
i leave you now with a scene from classic (drug-addled) literature. It's not exactly tailored to this subject, but it is suited to the general idea of saying that which we mean:

The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he SAID was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'

`Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud.

`Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' said the March Hare.

`Exactly so,' said Alice.

`Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.

`I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least--at least I mean what I say--that's the same thing, you know.'

`Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. `You might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!'

`You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, `that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!'

`You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, `that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'

`It IS the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much.

November 08, 2010

i hate it when i do mature stuff.

i do not need The Container Store. i do not need The Container Store. i do not need The Container Store. i do not need The Container Store.....

i love The Container Store. i do not need The Container Store.

Ouch, it hurts to write that.

i love The Container Store because it allows me to feign organization and fantasize about a reality where i am someone who has a place for everything because, in this (sooooo false) reality, i'm someone who puts things in their designated place, and not Lazy McMessypants of the stacks and piles all asunder from car console to night table. It's very similar to the love and fantasy that accompany any office supply store and a cousin to those that belong to the sporting goods and health foods store.

But this is about containers. i love them. i'm an American girl with a shopping problem, so it's appropriate that i want to buy things wherein to put the other things i buy. However, being married to Mr. Perfect has heightened my previously-unconscious philia for packaging and now i notice it all the time. Also, it's time to be green, Earthlings. (Well, the time was Back Then Slash Always, but if we'd been doing it Back Then Slash Always it wouldn't need to be called 'being green' now because it would just be called 'being.') Anyway, my observations of packaging occur on the marketing level and on the 'landfill' level. Insomuch, i've begun to realize just how much technology has created a standard of packaging that really shouldn't be thrown away. Nothing seems to come wrapped in cardboard anymore, amirite? It's all in tubs and tins and bins and canisters. i don't know about you, but throwing away that stuff makes me a little squeamish. i'm not a hoarder (...yet....) (parenthetical sidebar: "yet" can be a really fun word when properly applied, usually to someone else's statement in the negative. Try it out this week.), nor am i Captain Planet (also, i'm always tempted to feminize 'captain' and make it 'captainess' even though i usually enjoy celebrating gender neutral titles.), it just seems that these new fangled packagings are something like a step above 'trash', so treating them thusly feels callous and wasteful.

Therefore: i do not need The Container Store.

Recent remuddlings at Casa Perfect have facilitated the need for me to reorganize (minus-the-'re') the sewing room/office (minus the 'office' because of aforementioned failure to organize said sewinghood in the first place). Sewing is a craft that involves much stuff, most of it of the small and easy-to-lose variety, ie pins, needles, bobbin, buttons. i peruse images of other sewing nooks and see such efficient set-ups that i am CONVINCED that a calculated turn 'round The Container Store would grant me such peace of pieces. Plus: i'm like a shark only instead of needing to keep swimming in order to live, i've convinced myself that if i stop shopping, i'll DIIIIIE.

Except! The packaging, you guys! so much of it in so many conducive sizes and shapes, and almost all airtight, so mold and bugs will not claim the life of my....thread and buttons. Well, you never know.

Such a quandry. (not really, but a little bit, for me anyway)

Soooooo, (dammit) i'm going to organize my sewing room into the pinnacle of cleanliness and efficiency and i'm going to do it without buying any new items designed for organization. This means i will have to prettify (meaning 'to make pretty') countless tea canisters, baby food tubs, paint cans, and sundry and such. Buy stock in ModPodge, dear reader, because i'll be going through it like.... someone who goes through something voraciously.

*sigh* This will be totally super fun. i can't wait.