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."


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."


Myfanwy Collins said...

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

Gary said...

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)


k1tchenwitch said...

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