{"id":76678,"date":"2020-06-28T08:52:28","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T12:52:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=76678"},"modified":"2020-06-28T08:52:28","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T12:52:28","slug":"visions-de-lamour-de-soi-hour-24","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/visions-de-lamour-de-soi-hour-24\/","title":{"rendered":"VISIONS DE L’AMOUR DE SOI – Hour 24"},"content":{"rendered":"

VISIONS DE L’AMOUR DE SOI<\/span><\/p>\n

or, Visions of Self-Love<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

-for Luba Morsch<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

on my 21st birthday<\/span><\/p>\n

for the first time<\/span><\/p>\n

I became aware my Mama really knew me<\/span><\/p>\n

it might seem odd but,<\/span><\/p>\n

to a sensitive soul like me,<\/span><\/p>\n

advice is indistinguishable from complaint<\/span><\/p>\n

and I don\u2019t know a single writer who loves the critics<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

but I held a new notebook in my hands<\/span><\/p>\n

already the perfect gift for any writer, even the ones who type,<\/span><\/p>\n

not just the notebooks but the idea of the notebooks<\/span><\/p>\n

their empty pages patiently awaiting our curiosity<\/span><\/p>\n

curiosity, not skill, because the best notebooks<\/span><\/p>\n

don\u2019t like to house any self-serious dribble<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

this notebook, bound in clean cream cloth,<\/span><\/p>\n

rivets holding pages and ribbon lace,<\/span><\/p>\n

with a stylized heart like a watermark at the top of every page<\/span><\/p>\n

the cover emblazoned with a dress form, a corset<\/span><\/p>\n

framed perhaps in a mirror donned with heady pink roses<\/span><\/p>\n

scrawled in the top-right, \u201cVisions D\u2019Amour,\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Kodak captured a perfect freeze-frame of my heart<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

for a decade I brought it everywhere<\/span><\/p>\n

painstakingly labelled each page by hand<\/span><\/p>\n

with a Table of Contents too, although admittedly<\/span><\/p>\n

if I\u2019d gotten married one of these times<\/span><\/p>\n

it would have likely been the signature book<\/span><\/p>\n

and what a mistake that would have been<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

instead now it\u2019s loved, frayed<\/span><\/p>\n

falling away without glue, and sparsely filled<\/span><\/p>\n

but on the very last page,<\/span><\/p>\n

the jacket page, beyond the last page<\/span><\/p>\n

but not inside the back cover,<\/span><\/p>\n

a stranger from my twenties with my handwriting has scrawled:<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

you have seen now that it is not what you hold onto<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

that defines your being<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

only what you give<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

and how much<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

and what<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

and to whom<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

this and only\u00a0<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

this is who you are<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

so now you see? beauty beckons to our best nature<\/span><\/p>\n

the work blooms and grows to its own rhythm<\/span><\/p>\n

what we learn this way cannot be forgotten<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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VISIONS DE L’AMOUR DE SOI or, Visions of Self-Love -for Luba Morsch   on my 21st birthday for the first time I became aware my Mama really knew me it might seem odd but, to a sensitive soul like me, advice is indistinguishable from complaint…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1491,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-76678","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76678","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1491"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=76678"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76678\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76717,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/76678\/revisions\/76717"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=76678"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=76678"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=76678"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}