Some other interesting email exchanges provided some entertainment this week, too, whether some interesting political commentary on the debt that Dan circulated to me, Harris, and Bob, or whether a note on poetry that Angelia sent out to me and Angie W., containing a poem Angela had written for Angelia's wedding, and asking us if Angela and I were still writing poetry, as we both did quite a bit back at LOMC in 1989 (Best Summer Ever), and if not, why we weren't. That was actually interesting to think about, as poetry had long since fallen out of my imagination. And so I wrote:
As to poetry today, no, I've not written poetry (or "verse" as I started to call it, as I was pretty sure I fell well short of "poetry") in years. Since 1994 or '95, I think, and those were dim echoes of the earlier waves of production. I think that's for a few reasons. First, my poetry writing workshop with Midwestern Zen poet Lucien Stryk really burnt me out, and perhaps made me aware that this was not my gift, however much I had hoped or dreamt otherwise. But more than that, I think, it's because my notebooks of verse were oftentimes really a distracted or sublimated kind of journaling. What I really wanted to be doing was journaling, but I wasn't quite "there" yet. I had made a few attempts at becoming a steady journaler, but I was A) full of far more teen/undergraduate drama drama drama than I realized, and thus B) was not yet really writing for me but for whichever anonymous person would discover my journals, presumably after a dramatic teen early and tragic death. My sense today is that I'd say I have more of an interest in autobiography, not, I hope, in quite so a full-of-myself way, but because I realize both the extraordinary, one-time sort of gift my life is, and because I find that an attentiveness to the experience of living my life is something that gives me a sensitivity to the currents and dramas within the lives of other people, and of the movement of the Spirit of God in all our histories. Lastly, my verse writing was always driven by my musical interests, especially in the richer lyrical content of what was then called (still?) "alternative" music over the lyrics typical of mainstream pop music. When I actually fell into the Freeks circle at Notre Dame and began to be surrounded by productive musicians, and learned from them enough guitar to be able to write and to gather a band around me, I became what I probably wanted to be all along in my poetry writing: a lyricist and singer/songwriter. And I think that the (frequently) bad writing of my undergraduate days was the production and practice I needed in order to become a pretty good lyricist and songwriter (if I say so myself). :-) Still, there are lines here and there in the older writing that I still think are pretty killer, and that I could adapt into songs in the future, although now, with the Notre Dame crowd pretty spread out now, too, there's no longer that active circle of musicians drawing music out of me. I haven't finished a song in over five years now, I think. I turned my attention to the doctoral work after finishing my CD during my coursework (which was insane), and that and journaling have been my primary artistic outlets since then, to the extent that they are artistic, I suppose.I hadn't really thought all that out, before, and so it was an interesting question for Angie to have tossed out to us.