As One of You Observed: Yes I do long for a Group

My current posting on facebook:

What’s happened to Face Book? Unexplained (to me) Changes
 New fiends (Freudian error, I promise) have unexpectedly been added. I’m not agin’ them, I just don’t know them. Yet. Looks like I will soon, tho.
 I sat down to tap out the announcement that I’m contemplating starting a new group. It will begin the Sunday during

I wonder if…

which the first person joins. Don’t call me, please. I prefer e-mails, I even answer them. I’m deaf and tongue-tied on the phone, as many marketers will vouch. Re the envisioned weekly group, tentatively known as the confidential Women’s Poetry Support Group: 

Membership initially limited from 2 to 12 females by birth or choice. Time one hour with freedom always to go longer. Revolving leadership after group has solidified. Members will either bring a poem they have currently or formerly authored which either expresses or elicits feelings. Ideally members would provide readable copies of their poem so members can read and listen at the same time. Group will begin with each member stating how they are feeling at the moment, and the immediate antecedents. Goal is growth rather than fixing, like the spirit of the former women’s consciousness raising groups. Rudeness, aggression, hostility, put-downs or non-acceptance will be greeted with the banging of metal on metal (spoons battering pans).

 Preference will be given to those not currently in another poetry group. The group will not aim to siphon off other poetry group’s members. I hope to meet in my apartment Sunday nights at 7 pm; parking across the street at the credit union.

Obviously there will be no videotaping of meetings.   nmykel@gmail.com

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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8 Responses to As One of You Observed: Yes I do long for a Group

  1. Nan, it looks like you have your telephone number displayed on your facebook page? You said people shouldn’t phone but rather email. There are many spammers trawling social media sites looking for phone numbers and other personal details of users. To protect yourself, take it off. I’m surprised you haven’t been phoned before. Take off your email too. People can connect on facebook and once you know you can trust people you can give out details. Don’t supply your home address on facebook or anywhere else AT ALL!!

    Take care Nan.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Sounds like the perfect writing group. Wish I lived there again. Best of luck to Nan and her soon to be formed cohort.

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