I found myself deeply humbled to share this freezing concrete step with some truly great leaders, compassionate souls, and kick-ass young people at an interfaith community gathering Friday night. It’s a new piece, not yet titled or even typed. I confess it’s not my best reading, it had none of my usual rehearsing or preparing. But in case you were wondering, this is the poet behind this humble little blog. I hope my little contribution to the event helps someone, somehow.
This started as a reaction to all those pictures of dead bodies that come through my news feed. Dead bodies don’t really work well to galvanize action, they’re too much like porn, an object for a fantasy. Live people with stories and dreams and subjectivity are much more effective.
And yes, I think that the political is always personal and the personal is always political and am incapable of expressing either alone. It’s part my story and part a longing to hear the stories of living people rather than see pictures of dead people.