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“No people” day here

Yesterday here on the blog, I announced that I was stopping and resetting, first in the larger scheme of things with A Former Poet’s Almanac, which I had been doing this month, and then on the small scale for the day. To that end,  I said I would be “stopping thinking about work for the day and resetting my thoughts by reading poetry, specifically continuing to read Raymond Carver’s All of Us: Collected Poems and William Carlos Williams: Selected Poems.” The hope was that sitting and reflecting on something outside of myself would help me become a better person.

Then I also mentioned that as much as it was possible, it would be a “no people” weekend.

So how did that work out for you?

Um, yeah…Not so much.

I had just gotten settled into the couch for what I hoped would be a relaxing day of reading when I received a phone call from a coworker asking me to come in because she was sick and needed to go home. Instead of saying “No,” I immediately said, “Yes,” and told her I’d be there in about half an hour.

Within the first half hour, I had a “bad day” with a “problem patron.” Without going into details, it involved me having to call the director and while the rest of the day was what I termed “relatively quiet,” that incident weighed heavily on my mind. So as a result, my “no people” weekend has turned into a “no people” day.

This is my view as I type this:

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To my left is my tablet with WXPN’s Sleepy Hollow playing on it; my iced coffee and books of poetry on my right. After hitting publish on this post, I will be reading a few Sunday Salon posts and then making my way back to that couch that I was getting settled into yesterday morning.

Sometimes I believe just as you have to listen what your body is telling you (slow down, for example), you also have to listen to what your mind and soul are telling you.

Today they are telling me to be quiet and replenish.

I leave you with this clip from The IT Crowd, which my wife and I joke about on days like this, and I stress joke because in both of our jobs, we have to “deal” with them in one capacity or another– and most of the time, fingers crossed that I’m not jinxing myself for the rest of the week by saying this ;), they’re not bastards.

Do you ever have days or weekends or even weeks where you need to be free of people? What do you do to relax? Where is your “laughing place” as Uncle Remus used to call it?

Drop Everything And Read

What I’m doing today. Thanks to Stefanie for the reminder.

This Is Just To Say

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

A Former Poet's Almanac button Today’s selection for A Former Poet’s Almanac, which I have been doing for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month, is from one of my favorite poems by William Carlos Williams. I don’t even think I like plums, but I love this poem, the idea of leaving a note after you’ve already done something. Note poems, in fact, are among my favorite kind of poems. Do you have any favorite “note poems”? For more on Williams, visit The Poetry Foundation website for its biography of him.

Reading more Raymond Carver

A Former Poet's Almanac button For today’s A Former Poet’s Almanac, which has been continuing for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month, I give you the above photo. This morning, I spent a little time reading more poetry from the late Raymond Carver from his collection All of Us, The Collected Poems, published originally in 1996 in hardcover in Great Britain by Harvill Press and then in the U.S. by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, New York, in 1996. The edition I’m reading is from March 2000, published under the Vintage imprint and can be found online for purchase through the Random House website. Our cat, Seamus, is in the background (as always).

Desolation Row from Paul Tattam on Vimeo.

If ever there were a musician poet, then it was, and is, Bob Dylan. Here is a prime example of his poetry in music, even referring to a few poets by name within the lyrics. Who are some musicians that you also consider poets? Over the next few Tuesdays here in April during my feature A Former Poet’s Almanac, I’ll be sharing a few more poet musicians/musician poets.

Desolation Row by Bob Dylan