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Saturday, July 25, 2009

End to the Unprecedented, Unprofessional, and Very Un-100 Top Poetry Blogs-like Hiatus




It wasn't intended. Really, it wasn't. But what with the spotty wireless service, the nights camping in the shadow of a large volcano (Mount Shasta), at the base of a granite mountain (Mount Wheeler, Great Basin National Park) and along rivers (the Gunnison and the Green), it just couldn't be avoided. Then, once we got to a Motel 6 in Vernal, Utah, there were other more pressing concerns, such as firing up the coin-up washer and dryer in the hallway. 

I offer my sincere apologies, my great and mighty hordes of fans (approximately eight of you), but I am not sorry that I took five weeks off from moi petite petite petite station in the Blogoshere.  
While my vacance did include one  week of lying flat on my back and taking a nasty painkiller known as Tramadol (from one-to-many times obliging my daughter's plea to ride "on shoulders"), the other four weeks were full of the kind of scenic beauty one is too entranced with to even think about writing home (or blogging) about. But I will not bore you with details (who wants to hear about people's travels, anyway, right?); instead I will turn to the newest issue of The American Poetry Review, and a poem by Gary Snyder that summarizes well my odyssey from Seattle to Fayetteville, Arkansas by way of Oklahoma, Colorado, Utah, Nevada, Wyoming, Idaho, & Oregon quite well:

Out West

There's all the time in the universe,

And plenty of wide open space

Lots of space, in fact. Worth preserving, for sure. But I return home feeling less anxious about the noxious spread of big-box stores into our great American wilderness. Less anxious, as I saw nothing but wide open space (sometimes for 500 miles at a time) but more fired up than ever to work to preserve the small farm/er and the right to grow food that can actually be eaten in its natural state (not as highly refined high fructose corn syrup or what's left after the oil's been dredged from a soybean). 

While we drove, sight-saw, visited friends and family, hiked, swam, caught fish and crawdads, botanized, birdwatched, picked and ate aspen boletes, counted marmots and turkey vultures, watched a coyote in the distance, yelled cantaloupes! each time we spotted a small herd of antelopes along the road, I was reading Plenty: One Man, One Woman, and a Raucous Year of Eating  Locally, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It seemed the proper reading material as we did our best to do the same whenever we could, feasting on whatever local provisions we could get our hands on (elk meat in Telleride, orchard peaches near Montrose, crawdads in Steamboat Springs, and watercress in a lovely desert oasis on the Utah/CO border. 

I didn't have much time for any kind of writing at all, in fact (just a few notes jotted down every few days in my journal about where we were, what we were seeing/learning, and/or something one of my kids had to say about it all), but I did learn my unpublished manuscript is (for the third time) a finalist in a national contest (it's also been a semi-finalist twice). It's fine news to wake up to (especially when you're heading off to take a swim in an outdoor pool at the Best Western in Baker City, Oregon), but actually being chosen as the winner (a 1 in 32 chance) is about as bound to happen as convincing my daughter that a sherbet push-up is at least as tasty as a Haagen-Daz bar. 

But we are home now, and the blackberries are ripening, so that's what I will focus on. The lowly Himalyan blackberry, the one most folks don't deign to pick because its ubiquity renders it invisible. 

A cup of them will take you about 10 minutes to pick, cost you perhaps a bit of stain on your hands, a few prickly jabs. Eating what you've collected will set you back just 62 calories. In exchange, you'll take in 8 grams of fiber, 2 grams of protein, and 50% of the recommended daily intake of Vitamin C, along with trace amounts of magnesium, copper, manganese, folate, calcium, iron, Vitamin K, and potassium.  Eating them, you will find yourself wondering what it is about that which grows wildly and in abundance (add to this list dandelions) that we humans find so darn offensive.  

Last night my husband brought home a bucketful, and together we fashioned a cobbler you can find on his blog, Fat of the Land. This our repast after a dinner of grilled wild salmon and braised kale (the latter from our garden).

Winning a prestigious book prize? Okay, it would be nice. Feasting on our country's abundance both literally and figuratively? I would choose it any day over any modicum of publishing success. After all, I can always join the likes of Walt Whitman and publish the damn thing myself. 

4 comments:

Kells said...

This summer due to our abundance of camping and traveling and our lack of gardening, we have blackberries in places we hadn't asked for (as you will soon see for yourself).

Last year I would have cried, moaned, and paid someone to remove them. This year, I said, thank you to all that fresh fruit.

What changed? I'm just trying to enjoy what I can control and find blessings in everything. Oh, those white flowers on morning glories are pretty! ;-)

See you soon!

Kells said...

PS Got your email. will respond soon!

Karen J. Weyant said...

Glad to see you are back!

Oh! And I have to tell you -- my new blog is

www.thescrapperpoet.wordpress.com

Karen

Martha Silano said...

Hi Karen,

I visited your blog yesterday, in fact (on Rachel Dacus's suggestion). I like the new look!

I don't know how y'all keep plugging away all through the year. My hubby says to shorten my posts, but I don't operate that way.