Monday Morning Musings
“I guess I can say that I just wasn’t connecting to everything, because I wasn’t given enough information to know that we all are connected somehow. To every living breathing thing.”
–Denis Dodson, a Maryland prisoner, in Anna Deavere Smith’s, Notes from the Field
“On Passover, among other traditions, we pass down “the spirit of roast beef” and how to make light and fluffy kneidlach instead of “sinkers.”
—from our family Haggadah
Winter turns to spring,
the week is fraught
and we are caught–
the minor annoyances and major fears
(of fate held back, now it seems, for years
coming due,
in arrears)
the morning call about my mom—
not as frightening as one late at night,
but still the toll
the stress of them all. . .
And so, we are comforted by rituals
though celebrated past the date
still cherished, even if they’re late
connecting with our ancestors,
connecting with our past
remembering absent faces
remembering all that’s passed
Passover, a celebration of freedom
but so many are still not free
we watch a filmed performance
about people caught in circumstances—
a need to redesign
the school to prison pipeline,
though many are disinclined
(after all, there are profits to be had
in the incarceration of those considered bad)
But how to address the major issues–
there will always be officious officials.
There are big problems, addressed in this drama
food desserts, racism, epigenetic trauma?
Freedom Fighters, John Lewis
the brightest, the truest—
and still problems go on—
a young girl thrown across a room,
and I wonder if we’re doomed?
We celebrate freedom
we were slaves, now we are free
but for so many that will never be.
My family picks and chooses our traditions,
most of us without true religion,
accepting each other and the love that we need
and so, we sit at the Passover table to read
my daughter’s Passover play
(this year’s edition)
each reading our part,
with laughter, we start–
some allusions maybe going over some heads–
the Pharaoh likened to current leader who believes his lies,
(despite the facts before his eyes)
and Moses to Hamilton who’s not going to throw away his shot–
perhaps high art, it’s not,
but we laugh as we sing and say
Dayenu
and name the plagues,
then almost through
pour more wine
and let us dine
In the after-dinner glow
I am comforted by our rituals
and all we hold dear,
connections to the past
my niece says do you know—
grandmothers literally hold a part of their granddaughters in their bodies
in the already present eggs of their girl babies in utero?
and so, it goes–
this love of family
past, present, future—
an arch
through which we pass
somehow connecting,
in the parade of time
moving forward and back,
and we here are fortunate not to lack
nourishment of love, food, the mind.
I see the students march,
hear my daughter talk of how she teaches,
begin to hope that some glimmers of light reaches
far away,
floating through both words and deeds
following the leads
of young and old
truth and justice, never old
hoping this trend to hate recedes
hoping the light grows
hoping truth and beauty proceed
Here’s an article from The Atlantic on Anna Deavere Smith’s one-woman play, Notes from the Field, in which she plays many different roles. A filmed production is currently on HBO. I did some research on prisons for my forthcoming books on rape and sexual violence. Some people may not be aware that the U.S. has the highest incarceration rate in the world.
Day Nine’s Prompt for NaPoWriMo is “to write a poem in which something big and something small come together.” I feel like that is always what happens in my Monday Morning Musings.
It was a busy weekend, so I’m behind on reading, but I will try to catch up later today!
What a beautiful table in so many way!
Happy new #NaPoWriMo week!
Thank you so much, Luanne. The same to you!
Thank you! This is going to be a tough week for me to keep it up, so I need all the good thoughts I can get!
Good luck! Are you writing them, but not posting? (Or am I not seeing them?) I’ve been neglecting my other work. . .it is hard to keep up.
I’m not posting them because of the conflict with potential submissions in the future. If you post on your blog you need to take it down before you submit for most lit mags or they consider them already published. It is SO hard to keep up. I am getting very tired, too. And I don’t want to feel other things are being neglected. Also by not publishing I am giving myself the freedom to write a sloppy first draft so that I can have something to work on in May or June.
It sounds like a good idea. I’ve thought of that, too, about submitting. But, I’m thinking maybe I can use some if I decide to try to get a chapbook published. Who knows? 🙂
Remember that you can publish poems in magazines before you put them in a chapbook. If you want to get a small press to publish it the magazine publications will even help get them to take it.
Yes, good point. Thank you. I’ve been trying to send some out. . .
Break a leg!
Thank you! 🙂
It has become a tradition that you share Tradition, and that is a good thing.
Awww–thank you, Ken! 🙂
I love how you take us through your rituals, the weaving of conversation (and pouring of wine, it has to be said) the family jokes and the food prepared according to tradition, how complex it all is, then you end with two cats just looking for a sunny place. The simplicity is the key.
Thank you so much, Jane. That’s lovely.
If I had more time, I probably would have added the full glass of red wine that got knocked over. . . 🙂
If you don’t knock over at least one glass of wine, it means everybody was behaving themselves far too well 🙂
Hahaha. I suppose you’re right. 🙂
🙂
It is what happens! We were talking yesterday about how religious ritual is really more about family and community than anything else. You always seem to find/make those connections.
As to incarceration…another black hole sucking us dry. There is no good, reason, or rhyme to it. (K)
Thanks so much, Kerfe. Yes, I suppose efor believers, the rituals bind them to the community of believers; for us, well, we just like our traditions. 🙂
About prisons–yes, I agree.
My older daughter always wants things exactly the same each holiday. I can understand the need for continuity amid so much that changes.
Yes, perhaps that is it.
Such lovely rituals (including your Monday Musings ritual). I especially like that your rituals are about connections. The Passover play sounds like fun, and the food all looks delicious.
I think the morning calls, even though they may not be any better than the middle of the night calls, are not as frightening because of the light of day. An illusion, maybe, but it’s something I’ve noticed, too, about the differences between the morning and late night calls.
Prisons… 60 Minutes had a good piece on German prisons recently. Their current system is designed to reintegrate prisoners back into society, not punish. I suppose that wouldn’t work here. Prisons are the new slavery, perhaps. A way for others to make money on the backs of others.
Thanks so much, Robin.
Our Passover play is always goofy fun–a part of our Seder.
Yes, you’re right about the morning calls. Also, I’m a morning person, and awake. When you’re awakened by a call it’s always disorienting.
The early prison system here was designed to reform–penitents–but they also isolated them, and really did not understand.
A paean to family and its traditions. As you know, my recent reading has a strong bearing on my appreciation of this
Thank you very much, Derrick. Yes, I understand.
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Each family practices regular gatherings which may stem from faith, tradition and (or) sometimes, as your family does include; historical references.
You are able to weave and show connections that anyone can relate to in one way or another, Merril. This to me is an invaluable way of writing. Each person may focus on the parts that remind them of their own family. Someone may picture your family as unique and one of a kind, in a total opposite interpretation.
Thank you very much, Robin. I’m glad you saw so much in this post. 🙂
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