The Journal of Glenn Currier

Moment of glory?
09/03/2006 02:29 p.m.
Yesterday I taught a class in which everything seem to come together in a sweet conspiracy to create a moment of glory in which those present knew that something special had happened among them that they will remember and maybe even cherish. As I bask in the afterglow of that marvelous experience I find myself not quite at war but certainly in the throes of a mighty temptation to claim it as my own. It is as if I am trying to remake an orgasm as a solitary act, denying the climactic movement of the music that can come only from the intercourse of two people in love. Why is it that I am so afraid to say in public that God and I did good? I know in this momentary certainty that it was not just I but the two of us who made this music together. Yes, I had to say yes, I had to open the door and walk through, to pry open the windows that would confine me to my past. But as soon as I say that, it is as if I teeter on the brink of ego's clutch. Maybe I just don't have enough practice yet at this sweet conspiracy. I just need to be patient.

I write this knowing that there might be no-one out there that has the faintest idea of what I am trying to say. But I felt a need to express a bit more of what was going on with the poem I just posted, "Moment of Glory." Maybe I should just let the poem stand on its own. I don't know. But here I am, undressing in public again. Not that I am an artist, but I suppose every artist does this with every work.
I am currently Thoughtfull
I am listening to that little fan on my desk and the tick of the clock

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