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Saturday, October 28, 2006

Kelly, The Poet

This morning I went to a craft talk given author Thomas Glave at the Loft in Minneapolis. When I won Honorable Mention in the Mentor Series, I received the invitation to attend these craft talks throughout the year.

I must have been nervous. I didn't feel nervous, but my behavior suggests it. Consider:

1. I woke up at 7am on a Saturday. I didn't need to wake up until probably 8:30 or so.

2. I was at the Loft by 7:55am. This means that I woke up, showered, got ready to go and drove to Minneapolis in under an hour. I also stood in my kitchen and drank a glass of orange juice before I left. Apparently I was on fast forward this morning.

The biggie, though, is number 3.

3. When we began the talk, everyone went around and introduced themselves. We had to say two things: our name and our genre. I had to say "Kelly Flanigan, Fiction." What came out, though, I shit you not, was "Kelly Flanigan, Poetry."

HUH?

I haven't written a poem in close to twenty years. I heard myself say this and then paused before adding "and fiction." I had time to do this because my friend Heather was to my left and she was as surprised as I was at my identifying myself as a poet.

It's very weird to be outside of your head. The word "poetry" never passed through my mind, it came from somewhere else. I heard myself say it along with everyone else, and the voice I heard sounded different and louder than my name. I'm glad apparently "poetry" is what is running in my subconscious rather than "animal sex" "penis" or "I love porn."

3 comments:

Myfanwy Collins said...

Oh man! That is so funny! I love it!

Gary said...

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
That's a good laugh before I go to sleep.

(Thought of you in Target today when I walked by the Lisey's Story display)

Gary
http://garysaid.com/

k1tchenwitch said...

This cracked me up!
And I'm sorry that you were embarrassed, but you're right. . . it could've been much worse!