My husband’s sponsored poetry night tonight, was a really good night. I just enjoyed all the people. Lots of different people, different colors of browns, tans, whites, musicians, readers, some reading for the 1st time, others more practiced and professional moving to the beat of their words. European- background-New-Yorkers who read with little emotion but a wry sense of humor in the background of their words…. Friends showing up unexpectedly…..I just enjoyed myself.
When you listen to others’ poetry, it makes you want to go write some of your own. Tonight I had the thought to write one for Zakiah. I don’t know what it will be yet, but we’ll see if it comes to me. I love his spirit, his playfulness, and his 4 yr old sense of humor.
The other thing I enjoyed tonight was the featured poet. A lot of what she said meant something to me. I like thinking of women over 50 writing, and what they would write about compared to a woman of 25. It is just different. And it is different from what men of 50 and CERTAINLY men of 25 would write. I really like where I’m at, this age, and being creative this way. Women over 50 don’t really care who thinks what of whatever we write. We’re not so concerned to “impress”. It is a nice place to be.
I think Karl Marx was wrong in that work does not do away with our ability to create. It comes out in other ways, whether it be poetry, doing cross stitch, or making a power point. He was right in that it is much of what makes us human. The human spirit has a NEED to create. If we were working in a factory 12 hours/day, 6 days/week, alongside children, as in his day, perhaps we wouldn’t have time to do anything creative. But today? We may not LOVE our jobs, but we have enough time to create. We find a way to release that creative drive.
Now I really need to set my alarm and go to bed.
Doctor Grandma 
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