|A Los Angeles Childhood - What is Narrative Anyway? My Journey to Get It!|
|Tuesday, 27 September 2011 11:46|
Keep writing! That's what my mentor, Kate Braverman, said to me when I told her I didn't get it. Keep writing. My heart sister, Pat, tried to explain to me what it was for twenty years with no success. Frustrated, she finally gave up.
I woke up on the morning of my birthday and picked up my journal, took out the Pelican pen my friend Martha had given me twenty-one year ago in Paris. Did I even suspect then I would find myself here in Santa Fe, a newly published memoir 158 pages long? A narrative poem when the actual word, narrative, had very little meaning more than a concept that as a poet I had no need to understand. While stitching one word to the next I attempted to bring order to an empty space in memory. A feeling. Not an elongated phrase attached to an image of a woman who birthed me, leaving like one long exhale, gone forever, memories left behind with photographs, notes on a small leather bound book with a few poems in front and stocks and bonds accounted for in the back. The ethereal coupled with the real. Substance. Survival left one no more important than the next.
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