A poem about surrender and the process behind the form
Welcome again, friends. We may return to prose, the ghost of Charles Bukowski and other first chapters later this month, but for now I want to share this poem inspired by 5Rhythms dance, specifically a class I took from Kathy Altman of The Moving Center School . This is in anticipation of an interview with Lori Saltzman , Kathy's partner, on creativity at the crossroads of movement and writing. What's unique about this poem is the process through which I found it. But first, here's the poem: "I'll believe it when I relent." I topple to rise up, and I tower to fall; both a yen to start and an urge to surrender. At whose bidding do I cross and re-cross the hall? "I push backwards…I go forwards." —Larry Eigner. "Nothing is true that isn't paradoxical." Kathy Altman says this. I hear it in my gyre. "In a field / I am the absence / of field." —Mark Strand. This cool hardwood floor is t...