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March 10, 2005
words, words, words
earlier in the day, i had a lot that i wanted to blog, lots of stuff to get off my chest, lots of stuff to protest. now that the day has worn me out, i'm kinda tired and don't feel like going there. but let me start with the...
poem for the day
"Anatomy at Twenty-Five"
Jenny Sadre-Orafai
Silly skin hangs below her once judicious chin.
The neck is decorated with creases, as if sleep slept here.
No longer hollowed, the jugular notch
is surrounded by buried and padded clavicles.
And beginnings of the sternum do not jut out accordingly.
Breasts got longer and wider,
their veins, turquoise and indigo, show so well
through the cellophane skin of breasts,
announcing that they are doing their job.
From the first thoracic to the first lumbar,
the shape a seahorse takes on—arched and curved
to what is going on in the body front.
Vertebrae, spread like surrendering fingers,
still allow the body to turn when her name is called.
the first time i heard poetry sing was on 27 oct 1999 in a barnes and noble in chattanooga, tn. she hosted the open-mic nite. she is a poet. check her out.
and just in case you haven't heard, the war is over.
this friday is the last day before the start of spring break. i don't know who needs it more: me or the students. i think that we're both equally fried. i'm glad i'm getting outta here this weekend because lots of snow is in the forecast. i've never needed a spring break more. i mean, there was the great spring break of '97 when, much to the dismay and chagrin of my parents, i got my first tattoo. my mom didn't trip too much, but my father let me know his disappointment:
"back in my day, girls didn't get tattoos."
since then, i've gotten four more. the latest: a mermaid with a big fro. she floats on my right arm. jenny's husband was the artist. if you're in their neck of the woods and want to get a tattoo, let me know, and i'll get you the necessary information. i've decided to treat myself to a new tattoo at the completion of each year of grad school. i'm almost done with year two (thank goodness) and have been thinking about the next tattoo. i'm been thinking hard about this next move. what do i want? words, pictures, symbols? what to do? all of my tattoos have stories. like the one on my left arm--my first and middle names--i got with my brother. it's really special to me because it was something that me and my brother did togehter. you should see his tattoos.
i used to trip about what folks may think about my tattoos. now, i don't care. i like 'em.
Posted by emnorris at March 10, 2005 10:16 PM