That last poem reminded me of what a young person (who is a big fan of yours) wrote to me after spending a week with Bread and Puppet:
"I was dumbstruck, as I had to recognize myself as another spiritual conduit of these cultural resistance traditions that have always, and will, continue to exist in wake of oppression through the means of cheap art and glorious community organizing which was both profoundly honorable and scary and infuriating."
I'm wondering if, for you, does your history feel more like grief, or PTSD?
I tend to romanticize my early days, so the loss (good and bad) feels more like grief. But if I really try to analyze what I went through, it starts to feel more traumatic. Like my youthful exuberance outplayed my opsec.
As always, I have translated Margaret's text into German: https://www.trueten.de/archives/13823-Unsere-Haende-sind-leer,-bis-auf-die-Geschichte-oder-wenn-der-Moment-und-die-Bewegungen-verblassen.html
That last poem reminded me of what a young person (who is a big fan of yours) wrote to me after spending a week with Bread and Puppet:
"I was dumbstruck, as I had to recognize myself as another spiritual conduit of these cultural resistance traditions that have always, and will, continue to exist in wake of oppression through the means of cheap art and glorious community organizing which was both profoundly honorable and scary and infuriating."
I'm wondering if, for you, does your history feel more like grief, or PTSD?
I tend to romanticize my early days, so the loss (good and bad) feels more like grief. But if I really try to analyze what I went through, it starts to feel more traumatic. Like my youthful exuberance outplayed my opsec.
Those poems are beautiful.