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Showing posts with label Annie Finch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Annie Finch. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

When We Missed the Elephant In the Room.

This past Spring we were due to see an Ani diFranco concert in Las Vegas. We drove the requisite 5 hours, ran late arriving to the show, went to the wrong venue, arrived at the correct one extraordinarily late only to stand in line outside the Hard Rock for an additional 20 minutes before the security crew came round to dismiss us all. Ani was sick.

Now, you might find it interesting, but I am not the epic fan, that's Hubby's role. The show was rescheduled... for a date when he would be in Alaska. His hopes & joy were all but shattered, so we nursed his aching heart with free drinks in front of the penny slots at the Monte Carlo & all the while, I had this feeling that we were missing something important...

I was recently reminded of all this by a posting over at poet Annie Finch's website inquiring about a new poem Ani read at one of her recent shows. Annie had been given only a few lines of the piece & was hoping someone complete it for her. I found the poem in its entirety, but for the life of me, I cannot find a way to send it to her. Perhaps she has already found it herself. Or not. C'est la vie I suppose, unless someone who knows how to contact her comes across this post. So, just in case, I throw it out here into the ether.


Besides, after reading it, I think it has a place here. Watch it. Read it. Several times.





A Poem by Ani diFranco, transcribed by "Shawn," posted by "francoapple" in the onherown.net forums. Thanks guys.

The Elephant in the Room, by Ani diFranco 
Together at our river source
Two streams join with equal force
And then naturally find their course
through all the froth and the churning  
First comforting and then haranguing
Nature forever yin-ing and yang-ing
The end well pots and pans a' clanging
And with each turn learning  
Together at our river source
Two streams join with equal force
But the water will change it's course
If one should surge ahead  
And in the fundaments of religion
Behold the patriarchal vision
To take creation away from women
And bid us prey to the Father instead  
Look at the leaders of nations
At the architects of social relations
At all the distorted manifestations
Of the world of the humanoid  
So many glorious inventions
Triumphs too numerous to mention
And yet we've lost our true intention
It's been cast into the void  
And just because the truth is written
And the writers of history smitten
Don't mean an opposite truth ain't hidden
And the way still quite unclear  
Yes cooperation trumps competition
As the engine of evolution
And if I were Darwin's girlfriend
I would've whispered that in his ear  
Give the witches back their brooms
Give the weavers back their looms
Chase the elephant from the room
At long long last  
Send some scouts ahead up river
Heed the messages they deliver
And while the moon is still a sliver
Try not to move too fast  
It will be a slow unwinding
Of these ties that have been binding
From a masculine that's been blinding
To a pulsing give and take  
It will be a slow reinvention
Of our underlying intention
Til relationship and connection
Be the thread we dare not break  
My body is your body
No such thing as separation
It takes a quantum explanation
To explain what Mothers know  
And by all means pursue your science
Celebrate your many triumphs
But know the wheel is always turning
Whether or not you say it's so  
Women, you must do nature's bidding
With a force that isn't kidding
When all the pain you've been forbidding
Comes back brutal and divine  
Women, you must face the terror
Be the feeder, be the bearer
Women please don't make the error
Of just falling right in line  
Let us all go back to college
Grow the shadow side of knowledge
Let's collectively acknowledge
The elephant in the room  
People peace is born a bounce
And the twenty first century challenge
Is to remain God, the mother
And spaceship Earth, her fertile womb  

This one's for the files. 

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Honoring the Source: A Final Reflection on Samhain

The champagne still sits on the altar. I cannot bring myself to remove it just yet.




              Samhain by Annie Finch

In the season leaves should love,
since it gives them leave to move
through the wind, towards the ground
they were watching while they hung,
legend says there is a seam
stitching darkness like a name.

Now when dying grasses veil
earth from the sky in one last pale
wave, as autumn dies to bring
winter back, and then the spring,
we who die ourselves can peel
back another kind of veil

that hangs among us like thick smoke.
Tonight at last I feel it shake.
I feel the nights stretching away
thousands long behind the days
till they reach the darkness where
all of me is ancestor.

I move my hand and feel a touch
move with me, and when I brush
my young mind across another,
I am with my mother's mother.
Sure as footsteps in my waiting
self, I find her, and she brings

arms that have answers for me,
intimate, waiting, bounty.
"Carry me." She leaves this trail
through a shudder of the veil,
and leaves, like amber where she stays,
a gift for her perpetual gaze.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Poetry for the Esbat: Blood Moon 2011

This Esbat I chose a piece by Annie Finch, a poet I discovered through the Poetry Foundation's website. I do not know if there could be a poem better suited for the Blood Moon. It speaks especially to my women kin... about change & life & womanhood. Please enjoy.

Moon from the Porch
Moon has dusks for walls,
October’s days for a floor,
crickets for rooms, windy halls.
Only one night is her door.


When I was thirteen she found me,
spiralled into my blood like a hive.
I stood on a porch where she wound me
for the first time, tight and alive,


till my body flooded to find her:
to know I would not be alone
as I moved through the tides that don't bind her
into womanhood, like a flung stone.


With each curve that waxed into fullness
I grew to her, ready and wild.
I filled myself up like her priestess.
I emptied myself like her child.


Flooding, ready, and certain,
I hid her—full, fallow, or frail—
beneath each long summer's rich curtain.
It covered her face—the thin grail


that delivers me now. Now I’m with her.
All cast shadows come home.
I stand in these shadows to kiss her;
I spin in her cool, calming storm.


Now as I move through my own beauty

and my shadow grows deeper than blood,
oh triple, oh goddess, sustain me

with your light’s simple opening hood.

Annie Finch's blog "American Witch," filled with "poetry, magick & life" can be found here. For more, including additional poetry, prose, theatre projects, photos, etc., see her website here.
Blessings to you this Esbat my friends.
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