Ego Tripping (excerpt)
I was born in the congo
I walked to the fertile crescent and built
I designed a pyramid so tough that a star
that only glows every one hundred years falls
into the center giving divine perfect light
I am bad
— Nikki Giovanni
Let’s just say it now: there are too many things to love about Nikki Giovanni. She is such an incandescently bright light. Her voice, her words, her eyes, her smile. She is a gift to all of us. And she is most definitely bad.
And the itchy-scratchy struggle with the Zeno continues. I’m not really feeling very “poem-y” these days. Not sure what that’s about. I remember hearing Germaine Greer speak years ago and during the Q&A someone asked her what she did when she had writers’ block. Her answer was, “Write.” At the time, I remember thinking that wasn’t a kind answer, that the person who asked was clearly struggling and wanting something to help her get through to the other side and Greer’s answer seems so flip. But she was so perfectly right, though, wasn’t she? The only way to get past whatever’s in my way with writing is to put pen to paper. I’m certainly not going to get past it by laying about moaning on over over. And so the Zeno and my decision to try to write one every day for April. I keep fighting it … and keep writing, too. I know that eventually something’s going to click and I’m going to feel this form. I’m not anywhere near there yet, however …
Sometimes I can forget my name.
I am blank canvas
with the trying.
And yet —
hand still open,
It’s the first Tuesday since the end of the month-long slice-of-life challenge … and that means it’s time for Tuesday SOLs again!
You can see today’s slices of life over at Two Writing Teachers.