Wheel of Fortune

googled

When i google myself----patricia a. boutilier---I get a variety of responses----some links to on-line poems, links to blogs I've posted on, an obituary...a feminist writer



I have six more weeks to go in my purple cast...I hate my job---not that that's anything new....and thank God have Christmas off and the day after!

Grandbaby Chadrick turned 2 yesterday----had a sweet birthday celebration....and soon to be 4-year old Jase is obssessively wearing his black Spiderman costume everywhere----even to brother and sister's Christmas pageant.

I wake up go to work and pray for the day to end!

president-elect Obama is having poet Elizabeth Alexendar write an inaugural poem....

I like her belief in poetry----I haven't been writing lately, but reading, reading, perhaps the creative urge will return...


Ars Poetica #100: I Believe

Poetry, I tell my students,
is idiosyncratic. Poetry

is where we are ourselves,
(though Sterling Brown said

“Every ‘I’ is a dramatic ‘I’”)
digging in the clam flats

for the shell that snaps,
emptying the proverbial pocketbook.

Poetry is what you find
in the dirt in the corner,

overhear on the bus, God
in the details, the only way

to get from here to there.
Poetry (and now my voice is rising)

is not all love, love, love,
and I’m sorry the dog died.

Poetry (here I hear myself loudest)
is the human voice,

and are we not of interest to each other?