3: 21 pm, Wednesday, 27 October, 2010 – Atlanta
I have had a number of wishes lately, although I hadn’t thought of them that specifically: I wished/hoped to have a set of poems published by a neat organization called the Origami Poems Project; I wished my maple tree would not blow over in the wind; I wished I could separate my poetry blogs from other stuff; and I wished I could settle on titles.
I will work backwards through the list. I decided my titles will alliterate with the day of the week and depend on what I want, or need , to write on any given weekday. That was easy, once I realised the alliterating words will give me more scope.
I decided I wanted to separate my writing on poetry from my writing on other topics. I took a deep breath and plunged into WordPress’ help pages, which are extensive. Turns out even I can follow their step by step instructions. I am now typing this on my new blog: Woolgathering. Next step/ wish: customizing. If you don’t hear from me for a few days, I have disappeared into the depths of the help pages.
My poor tree. A couple of days ago we had a rainstorm and high winds which had the maple flailing its long thin branches like the arms of drowning people, before they sink into the depths. Yesterday we had winds which signaled approaching tornadoes and the tree is flinging itself about with mad abandon; at least, the branches are. The second tree’s branches flutter a little, as if it feels it should exert some energy, given the show my tree is putting on. My tree is putting its back into the flinging: AHHHH! Wind! Fling! Fling! A sustained gust hits it and all the branches are pushed back slowly. Now the entire canopy bends [remember: this is a seventy foot tree], resisting, bending, pushing back. I am reminded of the motions of a fisherman playing a large fish. He pulls back on the rod, then lets the reel out, pulls, pulls, pulls; the line tautens, tightens, tenses, relaxes; pull, pull, pull, release…bend, bend, bend, fling fling! A few leaves are flung like confetti and sail past my window. I put the tree in a comment on facebook and received a wish that it might prevail. It is still here.
I received an email Monday telling me that a set of poems I had sent in to Origami Poems suited and would be published. They have a wonderful mission, as stated on their home page:
“Origami poems are bound together in a book published on a single piece of paper!
The origami is the book, of course. The poems are original, and the collections are amazingly charming.
The idea of creating and spreading these books of poetry à la Johnny Appleseed inspired the Origami Poems Project founded by Lynnie Gobeille, Jan Keough, and Barbara Schweitzer.
Free Poetry is the Origami Poems Project mantra.
Free the poet!
Free the poem from competition!
Free the world from economic barriers to poetry!