NaPoWriMo: Day 12

I’m finding it funny that today’ s prompt is to be honest and: ‘say things you’d like to say, but never would, to a parent, lover, sibling, child, teacher, roommate, best friend, mayor, president, corporate CEO, etc.’ So we blog it instead :P. I’m liking Mel’s interpretation, a metaphor skirting attack on how we engage. In fact, my memory poems I’ve been writing this week have consisted of a lot of the things I wouldn’t say to parents, lovers, teachers, etc, and I’ve deliberately not been posting them! So maybe I won’t be doing that prompt.

Instead I’m reflecting on the Cornerhouse Exhibition, Anguish and Enthusiasm. I went to the preview today, and took some notes on two different video installations.* Two different women, both reflecting on different revolutions, the aftermath. One of the lines is a direct quote.

 

She waters the plants from a bucket

Throws it to lap at the ground

water drinking the dry soil.

 

She plucks a handful of droplets

chucks it at flower heads,

fingers loose in the petals

 

like a roaming insect,

a sucking bee, a clicking grasshopper

domestic garden sounds.

 

In another room,

she talks about bombs, ammunition

how it blows up a child

 

bury the body in the bushes

her nails are shiny, polished

with a sheen like sun on water

 

* Mathieu Kleyebe Abonnenc, Ca va ca va on continue (it is okay, it is okay, we go on) 2012-2013

Pocas Pascoal, Il y a toujours quelqu’un qui t’aime (There is Always Someone Who Loves You.) 2003

 

Also, here is a link to Steph Pike talking about what poetry means!

‘If our hopes and dreams were unarticulated feelings, and we see those given shape and form and life in a poem, if they are given voice then we can believe in the attainment of those dreams and in moving towards our dreams we turn words into actions.’