Writing On Week Three

Happy Easter, everyone! For the first time in a few years I have the luxury of a 4-day weekend, and am using this time for writing, as well as taking care of housekeeping items. Taxes, for one. Okay, I won't think about that at the moment, as it will only make my blood rush (in a not-so-good sort of way) and thwart any other activity. Instead, I'll think about bunnies and chocolate - and how did we ever get bunnies and chocolate out of Easter? All of these strange holiday rituals that seem to stumble off the intended path... but, I must admit, in my heathen tendencies I might choose chocolate over carrying a cross up a hill any day. At Planet Earth Poetry, one poet made a thoughtful remark about why we ever came to call the Friday before Easter 'Good Friday'. Shouldn't it be considered 'Bad Friday'? Good point. The holiday seems to be more sugar-coated than the stores alone can make it.
Friday was a good Friday, though, because Planet Earth Poetry featured Bill Bissett. For those of you who have not been treated to one of Bill's readings, keep your eyes and ears peeled for a performance near you. I believe everyone should hear Bill at least once in their lifetime, as he takes on both an intellectual and child-like view of the world and everything in the world. He spreads an innocent delight that we can all identify with... if we look at the world from upside down or tilt our head at a certain angle...

I feel privileged simply to have him recognize me at our sporadic meetings at his poetry readings. Bill possesses an openness and sincerity that few embody as a constant in their everyday existence.

I digress, but what a way to spend the long weekend -- a good book, an opportunity to walk in the sunshine, write, reflect on family and friends (however that is defined for you), and seep in poetry. The taxes can wait... for awhile.