Written a few weeks ago before Frankenstorm waited in the wings and before this rotator cuff injury ate my writing hand (my right hand is miffed at this comment):
Today, the Karagöz puppets awoke with resolve. “We are,” they cried in odd unison, “going to experience the New England countryside!”
Furling my sleepy brow in confusion, I queried “why, after all these years in New England, have you chosen *today* to go to the countryside?”
Karagöz somersaulted forward, explaining in dizzy circles, “It’s because, m’lady, we’re here to save your marriage – you need a
date! Go pick elma (apples) and Indian corn in the sunshine, it’s the best prescription for smiles and happy times.”
And so we did.
And it was crowded and touristy – but we found some silent orchard paths and a few varieties we won’t be happy to live without – Fuji and Jonah Gold to be specific!
And here is how the house looks now, buried in a sea of apples on every open surface. Well worth the effort.
We came home and I read M.’s favorite Nazim Hikmet a bit – and came across this phrase in which he described his ambition as a poet: “I want to write poems that both talk only about me and address just one other person and call out to millions, I want to write poems that talk of a single apple, of the plowed earth, of the psyche of someone getting out of prison, of the struggle of the masses for a better life, of one man’s heartbreaks, I want to write about fearing and fearing death.”
- A Poem from Nazim Hikmet 2: On Living (zehwoua.wordpress.com)
- A Poem from Nazim Hikmet : Hiroshima Child (zehwoua.wordpress.com)
- US east coast spooked by ‘Frankenstorm’ Sandy (sfluxe.com)
- ‘Frankenstorm’: Worse than sum of its parts (philly.com)
- On my writing about cross-cultural marriage (with the Karagöz puppets) (elizcameron.com)