MFAW faculty member Beatrix Gates on connections, music, joy and contentment in the time of pandemics.
The year before last in bright April, Marie Ponsot, award-winning poet and beloved teacher, celebrated her birthday at home, as usual, where the circle, always slightly changing shape, and always the same, of poet friends, generations of former students gathers every year. We assemble in the early breath of New York City’s spring–first for her birthday in early April, then in June, to read our contributions to STILL AGAINST WAR, Poems for Marie Ponsot.
Jane Cooper, poet and teacher, marked the lives of many poets and instilled an intense care for the making of poems in all of us.
We confronted the building and came away proud by re-learning what makes a scar and what can provide healing – adventure with a friend to defy the norm, create ritual and witness.
Poland Springs, Maine’s infamous water, sold worldwide, brings nothing to the town of Poland Springs, except the threat of poison. The springs ran dry fifty years ago, and the remaining Maine sources are close to human waste dumps, landfill, fish hatchery or toxic petroleum dump sites. It all matters, and back at my house, a little after 6pm, I meet with young poet filmmaker Matt to talk poetry.