therefore we must suffer

I started running again.

When I was in high school, I ran track for a single season. I ran hurdles – poorly – and it hurt. I ran for exercise, but not super regularly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve run for fitness. And I started again last week. I’m embarrassed by how out of shape I am, despite the kickboxing (I can only imagine it would be worse if I didn’t do the kickboxing). I can run for 1/4 of a mile at the start, then I have to alternate with walking until I get to a mile. I’m also embarrassed by how painful the running is.

I have gone for a run 5 out of the last 8 days (the other 3, I was kickboxing) – today, my ankles, shins, knees and thighs hurt, along with my shoulders and shoulder blades. This is how I know I’m out of practice: I have forgotten how to relax the right muscles while running.

But I’m going to push through. My goal? To be able to run one mile consistently by March 17. That’s pushing it, I know. But I’m going to try: that’s the date of Jake’s next karate run. He’s scheduled to run 2 miles before his next belt test, and I want to be able to do the second mile with him.

So here’s my tentative schedule:

week of Feb 13-19: Run .25 miles, then alternate run/walk by .10 increments (at least 3x during the week) – complete

week of Feb 20-26: Run .40 miles, then alternate run/walk by .10 increments (at least 3x during the week)

week of Feb 27-Mar 4: Run .55 miles, then alternate run/walk by .10 increments (at least 3x during the week) – this will be challenging, as I will be at AWP. But the hotel has a fitness center and I have determination.

week of Mar 5-11: Run .70 miles, then alternate run/walk by .10 increments (at least 3x during the week)

week of Mar 12-18: Run as much of 1 mile as possible (at least 3x during the week)

I’ll keep you posted. Wish me luck, kids.

 

(today’s post title taken from Dean Young’s excellent poem “Not in Any Ha Ha Way”)

for fear we will take too much

(today’s post title brought to you by the awesome Sojourner Truth)
There are so many discussions taking place right now that will ultimately impact the way women can exist in the world:

In Virginia, the Senate voted to ratify the Equal Rights Act (that’s right, the Virginia Senate is just now, in 2012, getting around to agreeing that women and men are equal – but not without some debate as to whether or not that’s an important thing to acknowledge).

Also in Virginia, there is a bill making its way through the legislature that would mandate a transvaginal ultrasound prior to abortion. If passed, this law would make it absolutely unavoidable for any woman seeking an abortion to have a probe inserted into her vaginal canal.

There’s the whole birth control mandate argument, with supporters of the mandate applauding the president for ensuring access to preventive health care, and opponents arguing that forcing the Catholic church to provide prescription birth control coverage is tantamount to Hitler targeting Jews during the Holocaust. (For realsies, that’s happening.)

Don’t forget Liz Trotta, who thinks women in the military shouldn’t be so whiny about being raped too much. Oh and stop wasting all those taxpayer dollars on bureaucratic bullshit like crisis response units and advocacy and good God if you don’t want to get raped stop having a vagina, ladies. (Bonus: Watch Samantha Bee’s satirical response, same link.)

Too, there’s Santorum, with his whole “Bitches be crazy, no front lines for them” thing (except, as my lovely and inimitable Donna pointed out, “we don’t war in lines”).

And of course the votes in the NJ State legislature on marriage equality, and Christie’s determination to veto (this will impact more than just women, of course).

I’m sure there’s more. Lots more. I just can’t bear to talk about it.

Listen, here’s the thing: people talk in hypotheticals a lot. “If gay marriage gets legalized,” and “If we don’t overturn Roe v. Wade,” and “If this,” “If that.” And a lot of this hypothetical talking comes from people who are men, or who are not gay, or who are not really ever going to have to worry about access to birth control or what will they do if they get raped or what happens if their Humvee gets blown up or or or. But these people who do all this talking are so dead set on hearing themselves talk that they forget: there are real people, actual living, breathing, blood-in-the-veins people who will be impacted in some very significant way by the words coming out of their mouths.

I am a woman. I am queer. I have been pregnant and I have been not pregnant. I have found myself in circumstances that make me feel safe, equal, privileged, loved, and valued. I have also found myself in circumstances that make me feel the opposite of those things. I am an intelligent, forward-thinking human capable of making decisions that are right for me at any given moment. And if, at some point in the future those decisions are not right for me, I am capable of learning from them and moving forward. I have fingers, toes, a heart, lungs, kidneys and a scar on my ankle.

I am tired of other people talking about me as if I am a hypothetical.

screw you, chaucer (and other valentine sentiments)

Happy Valentine’s Day, kids.

Here are some lovely poems you can read, in the event you’re trying to impress someone today with your appreciation of fine, fine literature:

Edna St. Vincent Millay’s “Love is Not All”
e.e. cummings’ “i like my body”
Anne Sexton’s “The Kiss” (this one in several languages!)
Carol Ann Duffy’s “Valentine”
Yehuda Amichai’s “A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention.”

Also, if negging is your style**, try this one:

Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 130″

 

**If negging is your style, you suck. And should refrain from ever talking to anyone. Ever. In life. (Good luck with that.)

good news

You probs already know by now (after all, this is Teh Interwebz and it’s been more than an hour since the ruling was released), but Prop 8 was ruled unconstitutional by the 9th Circuit Court of Appeals in California.

Hooray!

A few quick quotes about today:

from Steven Goldstein, who heads up New Jersey’s own Garden State Equality (NJ is due for a full State Senate and Assembly vote on marriage equality next week):

Today’s victory also renders Governor Christie’s call for a statewide referendum on marriage equality far less credible, as the Court of Appeals today ruled that a referendum like Proposition 8 is impermissible because it takes away the constitutional right of marriage equality.

There are tons of great responses showing up on my Facebook feed; some verbatim status updates:

from Cristina: This is awesome!!!!!!!! and also: Huge victory in California

from David: Another victory. Here is a bit from the decision. I expect this will be appealed in the Supreme Court next. “Although the Constitution permits communities to enact most laws they believe to be desirable,” the opinion states, “it requires that there be at least a legitimate reason for the passage of a law that treats different classes of people differently. There was no such reason that Proposition 8 could have been enacted.”

from Jessy: Damn straight. (a commenter responded to this: Or damn gay, as the case may be.)

from Matt: Good news, America!

from Alex: its days like this that makes me happy

and mine: FUCK YEAH, ALL YOU FORWARD-THINKING PEOPLE

And my favorite tweets so far about this decision:

month of letters: day 7

On Sunday, I sat down and wrote out letters and postcards for the week.

I have since received 2 letters myself: one from the lovely Andrea, a postcard bearing a wonderful Jane Hirshfield poem, and a notecard from the lovely Margo, with some thoughts on the process of writing letters for this challenge.

I even made a couple Valentines:

(yes, that is an ironic Ronald Reagan stamp you see. Donna saw them at the post office and couldn’t resist.)

So far I am enjoying the month. The act of writing letters makes me pause to think carefully about what I want to say. I’m also trying to include other items, like the Valentines, a few photographs, which is causing me to think about what my recipients might enjoy.

It’s an intimate exercise.

the world is too much with us: a meditation on vulnerability

Today is February 3. It is Day 3 of the Month of Letters challenge; so far, I am meeting the challenge, with postings to friends in Minnesota, Texas and Northern New Jersey.

Day 2: a letter and some photos off to Austin, TX

This weekend, I will spend at least an hour organizing mailings for the coming week.

Today’s letter is written to a dear friend in Northern New Jersey. In it, I said the following:

I believe in being vulnerable. I believe it is a good and necessary thing in this world. I believe that being hurt and allowing others to see it is a path toward growth, toward greater compassion and forgiveness. And maybe wisdom.

I think that, more often than not, I practice this in my daily life. I am open to people from the beginning, and often even after others suggest I shouldn’t be. I have several friends who believe that vulnerability is a weakness, or something shameful, and I simply disagree.

Day 3: a letter of openness

I read the most appalling article this afternoon. It was painful in so many ways, and I really feel now that my heart is heavier than it was an hour ago. There is a physical ache in my chest, and, in this moment, I am fearful in ways that I have only barely imagined.

I wanted to close down when I read this. I wanted to not feel anything. Instead, I am choosing – actively, consciously choosing – to feel it. And already, I am experiencing the compassion: a Twitter friend is sending me  poems to act as a balm, starting with Dorothy Parker’s “Resumé.”

Be vulnerable, friends.

 

[post title taken from Wordsworth's awesome poem]

 

we should have stayed

This weekend we geocached for the first time in months. Some pictures:

Perhaps the most amazing moment occurred as we were walking along the path toward a cache: suddenly, we saw a small herd of deer (about 12) bounding through the woods to our right. A man was walking along the same path, coming toward us from the opposite direction. The deer were clearly startled – they tried first to run in the direction of the man, spotted him, reversed toward us. Upon spotting us, they headed off into deeper woods, away from the path. But they were in clear sight for nearly a full minute, long enough for even Jacob (who never seems to be looking in quite the right direction) to have a good look at them. Beautiful and graceful. It was a lovely moment.

Also, we found all 3 geocaches, which is something kind of remarkable for us.

who is left that writes these days

This morning I discovered, via a tweet from Andrea, the  Month of Letters Challenge. You can read more about the challenge here, at the creator’s website. The basic point, though, is to mail something through the post office every day during the month of February.

Despite the fact that I will be taking three classes, working a full-time job, kickboxing 2-3 times a week, going to AWP, participating in Reflex and oh yeah trying to have a regular mom/partner/friend life, I have decided to participate. Clearly I need to revisit that whole “where are your priorities” thing.

At any rate, I think it sounds like a great plan. If you’d like to play along, visit the website for the Month of Letters Challenge. If you’d like to play along with me, send an email to rebpoetry [at] yahoo [dot] com and we can exchange addresses.

And while you’re deciding, here’s PJ Harvey advocating for letter writing.

post-Getaway update

This past weekend I attended the Winter Poetry and Prose Getaway, a fantastic weekend of writing workshops, readings, panel discussions, dancing and awesome people. This year (my 7th in attendance) I ventured into new waters by taking the fiction workshop, led by Richard K. Weems (due to Donna’s familiar and affectionate recollections of Gov school, it seems strange that he has a name other than “Weems”). The workshop, where I met the charming and talented Daniel Wallace, was excellent – several really great writers, all of whom made me feel safe and supported in this new territory. I started two separate pieces and think at least one of them may well be worthwhile. The weekend was also full of good food (Mexican on Saturday, a great bar burger on Sunday), drinks, friends, and yes, the aforementioned dancing (at which I am truly, truly terrible). And Monday morning, we wrapped the weekend up with a wonderfully moving celebration of the life and legacy of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., which featured a performance by a local youth gospel choir. We closed the celebration by joining hands all around the room and singing “We Shall Overcome,” and I cannot explain just how much it affected me. Probably that’s another blog entry.

My dear friend and fellow poet David Bauman has created a lovely, lovely video of my poem “Wildflowers.” A simple presentation, the video features David’s reading of the poem. You can view it here.

If you want to see me reading, you can do that here – a video from the Collingswood Book Festival in October 2011, where I appeared as part of the Duo-ling Poets with excellent poet and ink black soul sister Anna Evans.

And finally, I received Reflex in the mail yesterday – we have just closed out Round 2, and are kicking off Round 3. You can see updates on the project here.

tumblr roundup

For awhile I didn’t get Tumblr at all. And then I got myself a Tumblr and thought it would be fun. But I don’t have that kind of energy or time, seeing as I can barely keep up with this blog as it is. But lately I have been reading Tumblrs regularly, and I am now kind of obsessed with a few of them. So I wanted to tell you to go read them, in case you’re not already doing that. Here’s my list:

Texts from Bennett – arguably one of the more offensive ones, this Tumblr features text message exchanges between someone who seems relatively intelligent and “normal,” and his crazy cousin Bennett. It’s still pretty funny.

Ugly Renaissance Babies – That’s right, exactly what it says. (My personal favorite from this one is here.)

You Might Be a Feminist – Sometimes right, sometimes oh so wrong. Mostly pretty amusing, and true.

Kim Jong-il Looking at Things – Now look, I think Dear Leader was pretty creepy – in fact, last night I used North Korea as an example of how to abuse art for the benefit of a political propaganda machine. But this Tumblr is kind of irreverent, and I can’t figure out why it makes me laugh so hard, but it freaking does. The other night, I was laughing so hard I nearly wet my pants. No joke. Ask Donna.

Microaggressions – This one is not exactly funny, but it is pretty awesome. For a definition of microaggression, check the about page.

Fuck No Rick Santorum – I think the title says it all.

Fuck Yeah Anne Hathaway – This one doesn’t get updated anymore, it seems, but it doesn’t matter. It has lots of pictures of Anne Hathaway, and I could stare at it forever.

And now we come to what I think is my favorite genre of Tumblrs – the Ryan Gosling/Hey Girl meme:

Feminist Ryan Gosling – hands down, this is the Tumblr I check every morning, hoping against hope for an update. Absolutely hilarious, it makes me laugh out loud most of the time and warms my cold, cold heart.

Hey Girl. I heart NPR. – YES. I can totally see someone trying to use some of these as terrible pick-up lines. Especially this one.

Handmade Ryan Gosling – Because I’m not as handmade-craftsy as I could be, I don’t always get these, but enough of them are super funny that I really do appreciate this blog.

Hey Girl. I like the library too. – I can’t help it. Even when the general context of the Tumblrs don’t apply to me, the whole Ryan Gosling/Hey Girl thing really hooks me. (Although I do like the library, too.)

Ok, I think that’s all my favorites for now. Link me to some of yours.

Also, a few side notes:

James Franco (boo! hiss!) gets pissy about Ryan Gosling’s Hey Girl popularity

Ryan Gosling is a good sport.  (you can stop watching after 1:44)

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