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Here we are again. The blog has been utterly idle, but you better believe we're back for the latest edition of the Crazy Christmas Countdown featuring Jolly Ollie and his antics. For now, we'll ease in with a peaceful, dozing little pup (even though he's likely drooling on my pillow).
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Friday, February 19, 2021
A Poem For A Friday
Disappointment
by Tony Hoagland
I was feeling pretty religious
standing on the bridge in my winter coat
looking down at the gray water:
the sharp little waves dusted with snow,
fish in their tin armor.
That’s what I like about disappointment:
the way it slows you down,
when the querulous insistent chatter of desire
goes dead calm
and the minor roadside flowers
pronounce their quiet colors,
and the red dirt of the hillside glows.
She played the flute, he played the fiddle
and the moon came up over the barn.
Then he didn’t get the job,—
or her father died before she told him
that one, most important thing—
and everything got still.
It was February or October
It was July
I remember it so clear
You don’t have to pursue anything ever again
It’s over
You’re free
You’re unemployed
You just have to stand there
looking out on the water
in your trench coat of solitude
with your scarf of resignation
lifting in the wind.
Brightspot is helping to manage the NH "Poetry Out Loud" competition, an annual event where high schoolers learn and recite poems. The state champion then goes on to the nationals. This week, we've been recording student recitations - usually the semi-finals are regional competitions held in-person around the state, but for obvious reasons, this year they're virtual.
But whew boy, it has been so amazing to see these kids bring poetry to life like this. Along with Amanda Gordon's out-of-this-world poem reading at Biden's inauguration, it's such a great reminder that hearing poetry is an entirely different thing than reading poetry. Doing both is the jackpot.
Anyway, long story short, it has revived my interest. A colleague passed along this poem and after multiple reads, I'm loving it. I've never thought about the release disappointment could bring or that freedom that might come with losing out on something. Fascinating to find the inside out flip side of things. Lovely.