Poets Getting Over Themselves
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Here we are, Poets Getting Over Ourselves.
The words "I Love You," said over and over, become something else over time. They become a mantra, an empty lobby, a babble and then, finally, when you come back into them, a gesture. As the hour wore on I moved from hands in pockets to hands by sides to hands opening and finally blowing kisses. My words became an embrace. By the end of the day, we were all complaining of pain in our faces from smiling and laughing so hard.
"I LOVE YOU, MAN!"
The weather was perfect, dry and sunny, cool and bright. The young trees by the lake were golden and rosy-red and sending airplanes down.
We stood along the speedway and quietly said "I Love You." Over the course of two hours, we loved the old and the young, the dark and the light, the low down and the high up, democrats and republicans, the infirmed and the rosy-cheeked, runners and bikers and walkers and bladers, the open up and the closed off. I saw so many more open people than I would have imagine. I saw many in pain.
Coordinated by: Aaron Silverberg & A. K. “Mimi” Allin, pictured here with Janette and Kristen. This event happened at Green Lake in Seattle, Washington, on Saturday 18 October 2008, from 2-4 p.m. POETS GETTING OVER THEMSELVES was brought to you by working poets in Seattle. With every poem we write, we love you.
Dana Martin, a participant in this event, PUT INTO WORDS what happened in such a beautiful way that it asks to be read in its entirety. See--->MY GORGEOUS SOMEWHERE.
Here we are, Poets Getting Over Ourselves.
The words "I Love You," said over and over, become something else over time. They become a mantra, an empty lobby, a babble and then, finally, when you come back into them, a gesture. As the hour wore on I moved from hands in pockets to hands by sides to hands opening and finally blowing kisses. My words became an embrace. By the end of the day, we were all complaining of pain in our faces from smiling and laughing so hard.
"I LOVE YOU, MAN!"
The weather was perfect, dry and sunny, cool and bright. The young trees by the lake were golden and rosy-red and sending airplanes down.
We stood along the speedway and quietly said "I Love You." Over the course of two hours, we loved the old and the young, the dark and the light, the low down and the high up, democrats and republicans, the infirmed and the rosy-cheeked, runners and bikers and walkers and bladers, the open up and the closed off. I saw so many more open people than I would have imagine. I saw many in pain.
Coordinated by: Aaron Silverberg & A. K. “Mimi” Allin, pictured here with Janette and Kristen. This event happened at Green Lake in Seattle, Washington, on Saturday 18 October 2008, from 2-4 p.m. POETS GETTING OVER THEMSELVES was brought to you by working poets in Seattle. With every poem we write, we love you.
Dana Martin, a participant in this event, PUT INTO WORDS what happened in such a beautiful way that it asks to be read in its entirety. See--->MY GORGEOUS SOMEWHERE.
posted by A K Mimi Allin at 12:05 PM
2 Comments:
I love you!
Alas, poets NEVER get over themselves.
And I love you too.
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