But does that make poetry a political act?
Since when did being honest become political?
I think the answer to this question depends on the connotation of "political" that is used. In a lot of everyday language of the last few years, people have said "political" when they really mean to say "partisan". It doesn't help that a lot of media commentators across the spectrum use this connotation of "political". Journalists and editors alike should recognize that words matter and that using "political" with this connotation is in some ways outright dangerous.
On the other hand, there is the connotation of "political" that is more focused on organization to provide safety in numbers. This connotation is more prevalent among minority groups, groups that are more inclined to consider poetry a political act. For these groups, speaking their truth in any capacity (even poetry) is a way to make it clear that there are very vulnerable people in their ranks and that we need to at least pay this some mind. If we take a moment to scrutinize the systems that make these people vulnerable, even better. And when I say vulnerable, I mean it. Whether it's Indigenous women almost being guaranteed to be abused in their lives or autistic people being failed physically because all the research is focused on the mental/behavioral aspects of ASD, the vulnerability in these groups focuses on life endangerment. And poetry sometimes may be the only way to get people to even see these things. In this capacity, yes, honesty can be political. It's pushing up against both insufficient systems and biases that will not budge. Being political may be the first, last, and only line of both defense and offense.
I don't feel it needs an entire overhaul but the rich should not have all the advantages they do with the loopholes their leadership buddies have given them.
Sounds interesting. Love the story about the underground tunnels, great impetus for a scary story. Ww was black eyed peas for good luck on New Year's Day.
Thank y'all for the comments. I know it will get better, it always does. The stress just gets overwhelming sometimes and if I'm at odds with my best friend/husband, it can mess up my head for a bit. But I'm blessed. As hardheaded as my husband is, he still cares for me enough to consider my side of things. Today, he reminded me that yeah, our life is a mess but if it wasn't, we wouldn't have near as much fun. He's right.
The newly adult offspring can be a real pain. I know. I raised two sons. I can tell you that it will (probably) get better as they get a bit more mature. Ours did, or at least with the younger one.
I would agree with you about giving the younger one some help. At least she's trying to learn how to live on her own instead of living off of you like a six foot tall two year old like our oldest did for a long while. Of course, that doesn't help much with coming to an agreement with her father.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my mom tried to help me with advice on how to stop the morning sickness and a multitude of other topics concerning what a pregnant woman has to endure. I didn't listen to her. I've always had to do things on my own, find things out for myself. Looking back on it, I probably should have taken her advice. I mean, I did with the second one - but only because I had learned the hard way on the first go-round. I was so sick while I was pregnant with my first girl. I also had problems during the pregnancy that had forced me to take a break from working for the last couple of months of my term. One of the many suggestions my mom had given me was to take it easy, and of course I didn't. So I was forced to do so there at the end and my mom held back from telling me, "I told you so." My baby girl came out perfect even though I hadn't taken care of myself. Momma warned me about post-partum depression. I waved it off. How could I become depressed when I had such a perfect, beautiful baby? But I did. It hit me hard and all I wanted was for my life to end. I knew my parents would take excellent care of my girl. I mean, hey, they raised me and I was alright. When, with the help of medications, I came back to myself, I relied on my mom for advice. All those things I didn't want to listen to while I was growing up, anything I was unsure of when it came to the baby - I called her. I still call her when I need someone's advice on something. Somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing her as "my bitchy mom" and started seeing her as my friend as well as my mom.
Now, the time has come that my baby girl is grown and expecting a baby of her own. And like me, that headstrong girl who wouldn't listen to anything I said while she was growing up has begun to seek my advice. Will she ever see me as a friend? That's for her to decide. It's enough for me right now to know that she values my opinions and experiences and seeks my advice instead of running from it.
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