“One is always writing the “first poem””.
– Anne Waldman
“I remember an early (second?) reading at the St. Marks Church in-the-Bowery parish hall circa 1966/1967. I was nervous. I was seated at a wooden table. I wore a yellow and blue striped dress and my head was bent over my “works”, hair probably in my face. I remember hearing my young woman – more like a girl – voice and thinking “This isn’t the real voice”. The real voice was deep inside in my hara – and it was a deeper, more seasoned and musical voice – an ageless voice. I realized I would eventually have to find the words to match it – the words would have to grow up to the voice and the wisdom of that voice. This is maybe my life’s work. It’s not that I have to “find my voice” – it’s already there waiting for me.”
– Anne Waldman
beautiful
beautiful words and beautiful new header!
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Some fine words of wisdom
If I could only even write the first poem.
It happens to everyone….in time…when the conscious and the subconscious (the voice within) meets.
Lovely. Yes, all. Thanks, Michelle, for this.
oh, i love it! and your new header is dreamy….