Monday, January 16, 2006


I may not get anything new up again until after Wednesday. Today I'm just flat out exhausted and have nothing creative to say or post, so best to not try and force it. Tomorrow I go in to get my permanent crown for the back tooth I cracked off over a week ago. My tmj is really flared so, of course, it would be the back tooth, requiring that I be able to stretch open my mouth tomorrow. Cross your fingers and toes for me. I've been eating mush since the two and a half hours in the chair getting the tooth ground down and impressions made when it happened about a week and a half ago.

I see my CFIDS doc on Wednesday and he's an hour away. That means another longer than usual day, with vials of blood drawn for the vampires to drink later.

I had another one of those 'I'm worried about you. Why don't you write a happy poem' type letters today, too. I won't even get into that. I write what I want to write. I write poems of every mood and every subject. Right now, I feel like writing a poem about why I don't write what everybody wants me to write. I'm reminded of the poem title, or is it only a saying....poets aren't jukeboxes.

Leave me your thoughts, a site you enjoy, a poem you love...

I'll be back.

Edit: It occured to me to acknowledge Martin Luther King Day here, today. I attended the March on Washington the summer he gave his 'I have a Dream' speech. That day is one I'll never forget. I hope one day the dream comes true!



Lee Herrick said...

I hope your TMJ eases. I hope your hour drive is a decent one and that you feel better soon. I say write what you want. Is there any other way (that affords us the perks of feeling good and simulataneously being real and present)?

And yes, Happy MLK, Jr. Day. This morning on NPR they aired the speech in Memphis he gave the night before he was killed. Powerful, of course. We need his reminders more than ever these days.

Peace to you today, Pris. And each day.

Pris said...

Thank you, sweet lee!

chella said...


hope the TMJ gets better. mouth pain's some of the worst. have been dealing with a bad toothache this last week. thanks for reminding us of Dr. King's birthday! here's to raising your own voice!

happy new year,

hardyf said...

mouth pains make afternoons long. mouth pains are some of the worst.
(like yr site).

Berenice said...

Good luck with your next two days...I'm not sure if it's better to have them so close together and get them out of the way or not.

No, poets are not jukeboxes. If they were they'd hold the answer to all life's angst at their fingertips. If I could write a happy poem each time I hit a black wall I'd be a happy little soul, never leaving my desk and possibly have been carted away by now for burbling insanity.

Either that or I'd be damn rich!! write what you want to :-)

Pris said...

Thanks for all the comments and nice things said. Am hoping getting that crown in lets things start settling. I'm just so darn HUNGRY.

A poet is not a jukebox is rapidly becoming my mantra.