The Journal of Glenn Currier

22 Stories
10/04/2005 04:24 a.m.
I wrote my latest poem while sitting in my hotel room high above Minneapolis one night. I was at the Association for Conflict Resolution annual conference. I got to thinking about some of the stories I had heard from the time I entered the airport in Dallas until that night looking out at the lights and shadows of the city. I didn't want it to be a dry narrative. Wanted to chronicle some of the details and impressions. May be more prose than poetry. No real metaphors, just people and their feelings. I am not sure if people will understand the situation, but that is ok too. I am determined NOT to put in author's notes... at least for a while. One reason I am writing here. I don't know when or how the co-incidence of the hotel story and the other stories happened. But I sure am glad I asked the registration lady for a room with a view. Rm. 2244 will stay with me for a while now. I love being able to look down on the roof tops. What I saw there could be a whole other poem.

Anyway, one reason I wanted to write this poem is that I remembered the first poem I wrote after returning to poetry about 5 years ago after a long hiatus. I wrote it at a conference, describing some of my feelings and impressions.... posted it on poesie.com... and then re-posted it here... I think .... "The Conference." Haven't read it in ages, but kind of remember what I was feeling at the time. Alienation... a usual feeling for me at these affairs... so many people so much smarter and wiser than I. But this time (last week) I didn't get into that at all. I felt really connected with myself and others. That gives me some joy and peace.

I am currently Peaceful
I am listening to the A/C and the clock ticking

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