just compiled a two-minute six-voice piece and sent it to the rest of the poets. drumroll please. we'll see how it goes. now I'm so tired my eyes aren't focusing. eight-hour rehearsal scheduled tomorrow. if I escape with my sanity and my skin intact, we'll count it a victory.

in other news, beg borrow buy or steal Margaret Atwood's book "Morning in the Burned House." details to come. this isn't my absolute favorite, but it's the one readily available online and I don't have the energy to type another in:

IN THE SECULAR NIGHT
by Margaret Atwood

In the secular night you wander around
alone in your house. It's two-thirty.
Everyone has deserted you,
or this is your story;
you remember it from being sixteen,
when the others were out somewhere, having a good time,
or so you suspected,
and you had to baby-sit.
You took a large scoop of vanilla ice-cream
and filled up the glass with grapejuice
and ginger ale, and put on Glenn Miller
with his big-band sound,
and lit a cigarette and blew the smoke up the chimney,
and cried for a while because you were not dancing,
and then danced, by yourself, your mouth circled with purple.
Now, forty years later, things have changed,
and it's baby lima beans.
It's necessary to reserve a secret vice.
This is what comes from forgetting to eat
at the stated mealtimes. You simmer them carefully,
drain, add cream and pepper,
and amble up and down the stairs,
scooping them up with your fingers right out of the bowl,
talking to yourself out loud.
You'd be surprised if you got an answer,
but that part will come later.

There is so much silence between the words,
you say. You say, The sensed absence
of God and the sensed presence
amount to much the same thing,
only in reverse.
You say, I have too much white clothing.
You start to hum.
Several hundred years ago
this could have been mysticism
or heresy. It isn't now.
Outside there are sirens.
Someone's been run over.
The century grinds on.

***

There's a great persona poem in there called "Half-Hanged Mary" about a woman who survived being hanged as a witch. fantastic.

OK, now for sleep. more analysis and detail and raving soon.