new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Her singular words were spoken out; they had quiet force. A real openness in her. Nothing wishy-washy here too.
"Washy" and "sound out" remind us how much of her life was spent knee-deep in the endless job of bailing-out -- keeping those small boats which we may think of as lives (mostly other people's, but her own as well of course) afloat, somehow.Not much dry land up there among the floods of straitened circumstance... and so much of it always being lost.Mother Goose is on Relief (Wisconsin 1936-1939)
Nothing wishy-washy about living under such circumstances, as Lorine's poem and the Vachon/Lee photographs so graphically illustrate. For what it's worth, this was one of my first attempts at paying homage to this fine poet.