The evening was a great success as was the workshop.
As an opening exercise, just to get the brain working, I asked the group to think of a postcard, describe the picture on the front and to write what was on the reverse. It did not have to be to a real person.
This was mine:
Blue sky, anonymous sand dunes. A four wheeler driving down the dune at a steep angle, sand pluming from the wheels.
And written on the back:
you never did this
but would have loved to
if it was free and in another's car
you could have whispered
simple words from starved lungs
of the science and the skills required
but you never did
that's life in'it
The main exercise was to write a poem as a series of instructions. A task I had recently set Juncture 25.
My own initial reaction was to reach back to my engineering days, I don't understand why, but as I had done so last time, my response was to write about Tai Chi.
this sequence of movement
each posture elegantly named
whose aim is to stretch a specific set of ligaments
you may claim the act of exercise as excuse
yet still ponder why you do it
but the diaphragm controls the breath
[each an end and beginning in itself]
palms may tingle
hands cut through fabric air
the chi as thick as soup
there is oneness
there is wonderBefore this I had half sketched out a poem about Engineer's Blue. I completed a rough draft today, not sure about the layout, but i think it captures the fact I was not a happy apprentice.
thick and navy
can stain fingers beyond
soap and water rescue
designed to reveal the high points
can scrap them away
just as factory life
steals your dayIt just occurred to me that a title for it could be Engineer's Blues.
Here is I Jah Man singing Jah Heavy Load. Inspiring stuff indeed.