Tonight JDubbs and I were watching Jeopardy and the category was "Poetic Questions." I perked right up, being an English teacher on hiatus, and got the first one right off the bat. To be fair, it was a bit of a gimme (something like, His poem, "Song of Myself" blah blah blah). Then the second question appeared and I was practically hopping up and down. It was about one of my most favorite poems ever, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" and the answer was the poet's name. I know the answer. I love this poem. I did a 45 minute lesson on this poem for my Secondary Methods class in college. I can quote a line or two on command. I remember where I was the first time I read it and the flash of realization that this poem was life-altering. But...the poet's name? His name is....well, of course, I know it...it's....it's... Shit.
In case you're dying to know, the poet is T.S. Elliot. Not my favorite poet, not my favorite style, but I just love this poem and it's many, many layers and brilliant use of literary devices. So how could I forget it? How could it have been so long since I read it? How have I forgotten this major component of who makes me who I am?
Oh, right. I've been busy.
But too busy for poetry? Too busy for Prufrock? Too busy to use my brain in a non-mommy/crafty/bloggy way? To remember that there is more in the world that I love than what and who reside in this house?
"I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid."
This is an awakening for me. If I have to make it a monthly part of the blog in order to make sure that I do it, I will. I will read poetry. I will use the part of my brain that loves literature and the contemplation and reflection that comes with it, and I will make time for it. Well, not until after Lent because I gave up reading for pleasure for Lent, but soon I will make time. Not a book report or a book club; just reveling in words and their beautiful meaning. I will purposefully make a change in my routine.
"Do I dare
Disturb the universe?...
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?"
I guess I just began. I am presuming. Whether you like it or not, here it comes. Intellectual thought. Coming to a blog near you. Bring it, Prufrock.