-I'm listening to Irish music as I do research for my independent study on women's public health in Ireland. It takes the edge off of reading about The X-Case. For those who don't know, that involved the Irish government preventing a 14-year-old rape victim from traveling to England to get a legal, safe abortion. It's hard for me to believe that such a beautiful place could function in such a totalitarian manner, but listening to penny whistles and fiddles with keening reminds me that the beauty is still there. I should know, I spent two glorious weeks in Galway this past January. It's hard not to taste Guinness with currant in my mouth when I hear "Fields of Athenry." Bittersweet. We spent so many nights in Taaffes Bar, drinking pints and playing games as music we had never heard live filled the room. I miss it there. Oh Ireland, I may not agree with your politics, but we just won't talk about that. Let's count sheep on the side of the road (literally) and eat roasted potatoes with chowder before we dance with strangers in pubs and fall asleep with Guinness on our breaths and wonder in our hearts. I think I'm falling in love with you.
-I like libraries. Especially during finals week. There's a weird sense of camaraderie. Like we're all stuck in the same rickety boat and it's raining on us and it sucks but we're here. We make sure no one steals each others' laptops when they're in the bathroom or getting more coffee. We sit at tables with strangers because we don't want to sit on the floor.
-Maybe I could have read that whole article in the time it's taken me to write this blog post. I'm tired.
-I wrote a dirty poem today. It felt cathartic, perhaps more so than my depressing poems. I like being someone who writes dirty poems. Now if only I could be someone who has the chutzpah to read them to people.
Peace, Love, and Semicolons,
Lisa
I wanna read your dirty poem.
ReplyDeleteAlso, I like that you know how to spell chutzpah.