Monday Morning Musings:
Written in Time
“Memory is a wicked thing that warps and twists. But paper and ink receive the truth without emotion, and they read it back without partiality. That, I believe, is why so few women are taught to read and write. God only knows what they would do with the power of pen and ink at their disposal.”
― Ariel Lawhon, The Frozen River
Caught in clouds, sifted and
shifted from shadows,
words can fall with sound and fury,
signifying nothing*
they may also fall in gentle showers of blurred
blue, blooming pink, forming rings to
hold beating hearts and captured thoughts.
Once a midwife kept a diary, a numbered account of
dates and births, the passage of time and seasons,
the secrets whispered in travail, the gossip
in a frontier town, and then
a brilliant historian read the diary,
unraveled threads, tied them together,
and wrote a book, using the midwife’s words
to uncover and explore her world, and then
a novelist, took the historian’s book,
inspired by that eighteenth-century midwife, and wrote
another book, true to her,
but giving us more than the facts, so that
I could feel the warmth of a fire, the cold Maine
winter, smell sawdust and blood–imagine her life,
I think. So different from my own. Though I understand
what it is to be a mother, a wife, a woman writing in a book,
the power of words. Rising. Remembering.
*From Macbeth’s “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow” soliloquy
This is the first day of poetry month, so there will be many posts from me this month. I read The Frozen River by Ariel Lawhon for my daughter’s book club at Blue Cork Winery, which met this past week. We had a lively discussion—most of the participants enjoyed the book. I have also read and used in research, Laurel Thatcher Ulrich’s Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The Midwife’s Tale.
We’ve had many rainy days and windy days recently. Yesterday afternoon though we took a spring walk at Tall Pines State Preserve. I saw a snake ripple in a fast wave across the path. I was happy to see some flowering trees, too.
Last night we watched the movie, Fallen Leaves. It was Finland’s entry for the Academy Awards, and it won the 2023 jury prize at Cannes. I liked it a lot, in fact, more and more as I think about it. It’s the story of two lonely people in Helsinki, who meet and connect. It’s sort of a very deadpan, quirky rom-com fairy tale. It’s understated and not a movie for those who love action films. It includes nods to movies, and it has an eclectic soundtrack that includes Finish folksongs, Shubert lieder, older pop hits, and a dour Finnish duo. There are key scenes in a karaoke bar and in and around the “Ritz” cinema. There’s also a cute dog.
Back to books, I am one of the poets included in the anthology, Treasuring Poetry 4: In Touch with Nature, compiled and edited by Kaye Lynne Booth and Robbie Cheadle. Here’s the trailer, but there will be information coming up about it in the next couple of weeks.