Hanta Ya

[Ann Bingham]

Meaning "clear the way". Was much younger when I read it. It was written by an American, think female, in collaboration with an Native American. Can't remember the tribe, sioux, crow cheyenne, or some other 'breed'. Was a very interesting book.

Not sure if I read the Bel Jar. Think I have. It was a suggested read a few years back by a poet who posted at the Scroll. My work of the time reminded him of Sylvia Plath. It was a very dark time in my life, but I did grow from it. And my writing reap the rewards. I sometimes am able to go back and dredge up that pain. I know I did read her book of poetry, I'm sure I read the Bel Jar as it is an insight into her poetry. Perhaps I shall check it from the library again sometime, as I do have plenty of time on my hands at the moment.


Anyway I ramble again. I hope I have spelled the title correctly. You'd probably have to look in out of the way second hand book stores to find the book. It is suppose to be as close to the way the Indians lived, their beliefs, their rituals, etc. The book is told from the perspective of a 'dreaming pair', hope I'm remembering that right. At any rate, I think you may enjoy it.


Hope to read from you soon.


Love lots
Deb.

[stilltrucking]

the Bell Jar, I don't know why it has such a hold on me. I think it is mostly a story about a mother daughter relationship. I have spent the past twenty years talking to my baby sister about her mother . Trying for some reconcilliation. I suppose the first line of the Bell Jar hooked me. It was about the sultry summer day they executed the Rosenbergs. She was stupid about executions and so am I. Julius Rosenberg was convicted of giving atomic secretes to the Russian, it seems Ethel his wife was an innocent bystander. She died hard.

http://www.poeforward.com/mrperfumery/d ... enberg.htm

[Ann Bingham]

the link i read about Ethel reminds me of a program I watched on either discovery or history channel about different types of death sentences. Damn wish I could remember things as well as you. Guess it comes from not exercising the brain. Any way there are not too many states left that still use the death penelty. It seems...ahh never mind. I'm probly wrong any way. Sometimes I think it pointless for me to even try to have senicble conversations with people as I don't remember facts. Sure as hell wouldn't make it as a politician, wouldn't be able to keep my lies straight.

Sorry Truck.


love lots

[stilltrucking]

as I don't remember facts. Sure as hell wouldn't make it as a politician, wouldn't be able to keep my lies straight.

we walk a line between satanic and messianic (I ripped that off from singlemalt's tag line.

I am going to get that book by hook or crook If it was good enough for the big goofy blonde its good enough for me

oh yeah gimme that old time religion
lets all worship Aphrodite
I hear she is kind of flighty
She does not wear a nighty
that is paraphrase of Joeseph Campbell in a book about a Public Television show about a diologue between Joe Campbell and Bill Moyers called The Power of Myth.

I just renewed a book at the library. I had it about fourweeks and have read three or four pages. A slow reading kind of book. I had to return it because they would not let me renew three times. So I come back yesterday and checked it out again. It is about the devine feminine in the western religious tradition. I am not one of theose east is best kind of guys. I cross the street and look bothways, toward the rising sun in the west and the setting in the east. I am always blinded, I got hit by a garbage truck while running carelessly across the street when i was just a little jackster and . I will never forget the feeling of laying under that truck.

GO ramble

Buddhists talk about the ying yang, a Venn diagram of sorts, but the justoposition the imaginary line between light and dark, the be here in the text box momment of presence of a reader, that is what I live for. Reading and writing, almost as cool as driving in a Grand Prix race for me.

Edit one line about Buddha boys. I owe him a lot it was he who kindly pointed out to me what a fucking old fool I am. It has been very liberatine


Zen been good to me so far.

[dolphin girl]

Not just a slow read, but perhaps a boring read. If a book does not capture me within the first five or six pages I do not go back to it.

I claim not to like to read, but I think I lie a bit. Find myself reading responses, and smiling. Almost tempted to add something else, I don't as I'm not sure what the original poster may think.

Sometimes I allow the blondness through, most of the time I'm kept in check.

Love your spontaneity, the gental ramblings of a wise person, with something to teach us all.

If love whispers
do not strain your ears
to hear
simply listen with your heart.


love lots

[stilltrucking]

Love your spontaneity, the gental ramblings of a wise person, with something to teach us all.

I have to delete a lot. I don't know if you know abstroint. I am not wise, I am just a fucking old fool. And spontaniety is fine but there was a time when women on litkicks were lining up to spit on my grave, and absroint is the only woman that had a kind word to say. I was out of line, but she did not rub my nose in it.
One more thing about Plath, you asked me who Ted Hughes was he is a very good English Poet and husband to the late Sylvia Plath. You mentioned reading about Plath in high school. For some reason that gives me the He Be Jeebies. It used to be book for College seniors to write there thesis on. Sometimes I think every high school girl in America is saving her money so that when she graduates she have enough to fly to England and spit on Ted Huges grave.

simply listen with your heart.

Yeah that is what I pray for, a hearing heart.

[dolphin girl]

no not high school. geez was almost 30 when I read Plath. Plath was unheard of when I went to school. Oh oh but we did study Shakespear. Had to write a sonnet in his form, boy that was hard. Perhaps I shall post one. I wrote two, but only turned in one. Wrote the second because I didn't think teach would appreciate the first. Don't have a clue the grade I got. Let me look them up.

I will be starting college in June, English will be my first class. Well I can't find my schedule. Anyway perhaps they will cover Plath then.

No can't say that I know absroint, never visited the lipkicks website. That's a lie checked it out, think it was yesterday, don't think I would feel comfortable there no matter what sock puppet I used. Looked to be to constricting.


Aahh and you are not as old as you claim. Finally tracked down a pic of you. Not a sping chicken anymore, but certainly not an old coot.

[stilltrucking]

sonnet

Doreen is your girl. She tried to help me write a sonnet once But it was hopeless. I have read more poetry in the past six years than I have in the previous sixty.

Have you ever read "When Jesus Suckled" by Ann Sexton.

This sounds melodramatic I know but that woman saved my life. Syplvia was just some college chick I went steady with for thirty years. But Saint Ann of Sexton is my patron saint. I call her saint because she was a martyr to the psychiatrist's couch of the Freudian Priests of the time.

Oh lordy do I sound maudlin or macabre or just mediocre My dead jpoets society.

I never learned anything from their deaths, only their life's work helped me.

I need to take an English course myself. Be good to get out a little meet some people. I am too much a hermit these days.

Litkicks was amazing, I go back there a lot, rooting around in the acrchives for stuff. Those archieves are a natural disaster. The new and improved litkicks j says that their new philosphy is "more is less" we were all a vain lot I think levi asher just got burned out with us. I hope we don't do the same to Doreen. Speaking of sonnets she don't post much poetry these days. Or maybe I missed it. I am going to check it out. Well the jams, thank god she still posts to the jams

[Ann Bingham]

Found the sonnet I was looking for. We've just come from under a tornado warning. Really interesting as we had no clue about the darn thing, as the storm had pasted us when the alarms went off. Anyway all is fine. I think our location protects us. Don't really know the physics about them. Aahh well.

This was the sonnet I did not turn in.


Forgotten Love

It is like a thorn that is in ones side
As a reminder of true love lost,
a love that cannot be erased by time
memories of pleasures by seas that toss
All through a night of endless wanton dreams
Dreams that cannot become reality
Unless by fate they are allowed to be.
Wanting with my strongest ability
To have, to hold, and protect from the old.
The one I hold dear who whispers sweet words
Of truth that hold my ears yet makes me bold
Against his bitter pleas which sound absurd.
Grant to me a long lost and forgotten love
So I may forget my sorrows among the doves.


Ann Sexton, I shall put on my list; as well as Emmily Dickerson. Think I should really study up on other poets.


My courses are needed as I am beginning college to become an Elementary Teacher, and perhaps will expand into the special ed aspect of education. I dread the algebra though, eeekkkk!!!Math is not my strong suit.

Maybe I will visit litkicks again sometime, but I fear no time soon.


love lots

[Diana Moon Glampers]

eeekkkk!!!

I got one of the old barbie dolls that says "I get so bored in math class." I was going to put it up on ebay. you may want to buy if for inspirational purposes.


Teaching is sweet. and so it that poem,