Packing, boxes, tape, more boxes more tape.... That's my life for the next few weeks. I'm getting ready to move. Finally facing reality and ditching the too-big house and moving into an apartment in the part of town where stuff actually happens.
And I am going to use this opportunity to shed much of the stuff I've been hauling around for the past thirty years. We'll see how that goes.
One thing I'm taking time to do is go through old files, scan what I want to keep and pitch the paper. Tonight I went through the oldest of my old boxes. It's an old metal file box that I've kept poetry in since the '80's.
It's fun to read through this old stuff. Most of it is trite, ego-centric teenage crap...with lots of over-the-top, but heart felt imagery. Nonsense mostly.
These two jumped out of the pile though. I remember writing each line of these.
Interesting. Fun imagery and plenty of showing vs. telling. Don't mind the messed up pronouns, everyone does that. :-)
The next one, "I Don't Need Anything" has an interesting format. It's two sides of a conversation woven through a rather depressing, but again heart felt message.
So many memories. I went through the box and scanned all of the typed copy, but I'm keeping the original handwritten versions. The handwritten originals have a nostalgic feel, and they convey the effort and struggle to get the words on the page in a way that the type written versions do not.
Reading through these poems gives me a glimpse of the me I was 25 years ago. So different, and so familiar. So much more energy, and so much more naive.
Who knows what the next box will hold, probably more old tax records or utility bills, but it may hold a fun walk down memory lane.