Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

There are so many things in life that make me happy.  Margaritas.  Dancing. Love poems, sonnets, and prose.  Walking on a sidewalk with click-clacking high heels.  My best friend, soul sister, the fierce and fabulous Kat. The unnerving glow of neon in a bar with sticky floors and loud conversation.  The feeling of sweat cooling after a good hard soccer game.  The feeling when I’m talking with someone who notices that beyond my breasts is a brain and a personality.  Impromptu splurging.  Looking at the city skyline at night.

(There are people who believe that people, places, objects do not MAKE you happy, but rather that happiness is a state of mind that you create for yourself.  What do you think of that?


While I would be unbelievably sad if I could never play soccer or eat mint chocolate chip ice cream again,  I do think that’s right.  Put someone in the isolation ward in a top security prison, take away everything that makes them happy, and they go insane.   Really, could they still be happy if the sun never shined? If they lost everyone they knew?  Could their soul muster the strength to create a synthetic happiness?  But a big part of me thinks, yes, yes.  If you put me in isolation in prison, I would learn to love singing to myself.   I think people feel unhappy in much less extreme situations, as if the little daily dramas and losses combine into a tsunami wave, drowning any chance to smile truly.  But I personally believe in loving and celebrating the little daily victories and delights.  Even Anne Sexton had a horrible personal life but found happiness in her outlet, the typewriter.

(Please explain more about your connection to poetry, as you’ve referenced it a bit.)

Oh, sure.  I’m currently studying English, with a focus on poetry.  Actually, to be even more specific, I’m really interested in modern feminist love poems.  Shakespeare was great, but you just can’t beat someone trying to explain love with things like trains, refrigerators, push-up bras, roller skates.  I love the effort of trying to explain your emotions in words.  It always leaves a little unsaid, but sometimes there’s a perfect connection between writer and audience, the aha!  I totally get what you’re saying! I thought I was the only one who felt that…. And that to me is more important than the words themselves.  This is by far the most nerdy aspect of my life.  I try to avoid bringing it up at bars because I get too excited, and it’s apparently much more attractive to remain cool and detached about things than to be passionate.  Kat and I have talked about this a little, but it’s easy for her because she’s cool and detached about everything naturally.  One time, she went to a hair salon and they accidentally put green coloring in her highlights.  She didn’t lose an ounce of steam, she just got them to agree to a month of free haircuts; and as we walked out, she said, “Lucy, I don’t care what color my hair is, life’s about fun not being serious.”  And you know what?  She looked awesome with those streaks of green.  Often I forget that she isn’t really my older sister, because I look up to her so much.  Too bad I can’t say that about my real siblings.  Maybe I should dye my hair some crazy color.  Just in time for the big Halloween party coming up.  God I can’t wait to see a hundred people crammed into our house…



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