Tryout

The tryout for Better Than Nothing went very well. I wasn’t nervous, and I played pretty well. We went through the five songs that they had asked me to learn, then jammed through several more on their song list before going back to the original five. I won’t know anything for a while about whether I’m in the band, but even if I don’t get the gig, it was a positive experience and a confidence builder. When I know about it, I’ll post the news here, and if it’s good news, I’ll post it on the main page of this site.

I did work on the poem inspired by the death of the little girl on I-25 on Father’s Day. It doesn’t feel like it’s done yet; there’s something missing or something misdirected in it, but I haven’t figured out yet what it is. I feel a responsibility to the memory of this little girl. I want to make sure the poem says exactly what I want it to say before I release it.

Fatima

I plan to write a poem at lunch about the death of the little girl on I-25 yesterday. It won’t be about the death directly, but about the sadness of the loss. I’ve thought about writing a series of poems exploring perspectives, and this might be the first.

(Later that day)

Instead of writing the poem, I struggled with the moral question of whether it is right for me to use this incident for inspiration. I’ve done something like this before, in the poem “It Could Have Been a Masterpiece,” about the death of one of my college friends, but that was a grown person, not a three-year old child. The child’s name has been released to the press — Fatima Guadalupe-Guerrero — and I would like to dedicate the poem to her memory. But am I being too invasive by doing so? Is there something fundamentally wrong with using the death of a child to make an observation about the different perspectives of society? If I write this poem, am I reducing her death to a supporting point for an argument, or am I elevating it to something more than just a dreadfully unfortunate accident?

Silent Treatment

Yesterday’s sour mood produced a new poem, “Silent Treatment.” This evening, I went to a jam at Hiccups with Brad the Drummer and played a few songs with him and the house band. Brad got some comments on his excellent drumming, and a few people said I did a good job, as well. Next time, I’m taking my own amp, though. I didn’t feel comfortable messing with the rig that I was using, so my Strat sounded thin and too quiet.

Poor Planning

Went to the Mercury Cafe after work to watch a poetry slam, only to find that the slams are on Sunday. I should have checked it out better first. Went home and practiced guitar: “Closer to Fine,” “Too Late for Love,” and “Ode to Billy Joe.”

Busy Day

Brainstormed online with friends Mary and Michael about Michael’s story, worked more on the revision of “Saint and Cynic.” Did homework for tomorrow night’s Tem workshop, which resulted in a new poem called “The Words Not Spoken,” an experiment based mainly on Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” I borrowed the form from this poem, and the title was inspired by “The Road Not Taken” by the same poet. It was a fun experiment; I haven’t written a good poem for a while. (Some would say I’ve never written a good poem!) I also attended Stories for All Seasons. Busy day for creativity.