Poetry by Nancy McLelland
About Us Complete Works Eight Poems from Tuscarora Rat's Country

Rat's Country photo
"Rat's Country" is the name I have given these observations and images culled from my journals, the name chosen from the quote
above by Loren Eisley in his book: All the Strange Hours. At this point, all I want to do is to save them.
Some may become poems or starting points for creative nonfiction pieces.


PART ONE: SELF | PART TWO: KEEPING A JOURNAL, ART IN GENERAL (this page)

 

These writings have been
a sanctuary for my soul's
sneaky, sidewinding journey
through deserts, the rock
I have hidden under,
the hole I have disappeared into,
the puddle where I have
dipped my dry forked tongue, the
saguaro where I have found shade.

 

Small steps means
finishing. Small steps mean
typing. Small steps means
paying attendtion. Small steps
means closing the distance
between intention
and action.

I am writing myself back
into my own good
graces.

 

 

S., the painter says,
"I figure that if I don't show
my work in this lifetime,
I'm going to be reincarnated
as an art critic, come back
and discover myself."

X. says, "Keep with the
journal writing, but also
pick small projects and finish them.
Remember, when you knit,
you want to be knitting something.
For God's sake,
at least make a hat."
J. says about his ceramic
sculptures, "Why bother,
if you know you're not great?"
He also says,
"It's not easy to go into
an empty studio and
face a lump of clay.
"
J said it best: 
"Work generates work."
A friend
said about
S's paintings,
"This is what
feelings must
look like."

 

When I sit down to write,
I usually don't
have anything to say,
like that moment
when the concert pianist seats himself
at the bench, flipping the tails of his
tuxedo and poising his hands above
the keys. I love that moment of tension,
because when he fills the concert hall
with sound it seems all the more
amazing--in that moment before he
begins, he must trust that
something will come.

What I started to wonder
was whether writing about
these things creates a
self-perpetuating habit.
These are the problems that
I start with. I get into the
habit of writing about them.
Do I perpetuate them
as problems? Nah.

Writing keeps me grounded;
like lightening through
a lightening rod,
the emotions go
through my words,
not through me.

My writing is
done with my
back to the doorway.

This is just me
and paper,

dammit.

I'm not demanding

an airplane, taking a

town hostage to

hear my needs.

.
 

 

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