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Thursday
Oct122006

a witness {poetry thursday}

This week, I have been spending time with Sharon Olds and the poems in her book The Father. If you have been stopping by here on Thursdays over the last few months, you have probably noticed that I tend to share poetry I have written about my grandmother and sometimes about her death. I haven't really found a "voice" to talk to her as I am living my life and she is no longer alive. When I reach for the phone to call her and then remember she is dead, I don't start talking to her anyway. At least not yet. (Though when I was cleaning my home office/studio a few weeks ago and kept running across letters from her/pictures of her in the oddest places I did start talking to her. "Janet, I have had about enough of this.") It is through my poems that I am finding my voice and addressing her. She is the "you" in my poetry.

Some people have mentioned that it must be healing to write about her. I am not sure I see it as healing. Though do we realize we are healing when we are or do we just notice it later? I don't know. One idea that has to come to me lately is this: By writing about her, I am a witness that she existed. She was a woman who didn't have many friends, she spent most of her days in her home, she wasn't close with many people, and she had a tendency to alienate others. But she changed my life. She taught me about laughter and acceptance and finding little joys in living a quiet life. It saddens me that it seems she didn't really teach anyone else these things. I am the one who experienced this side of her. And I can be her witness to share these pieces of her.

I also feel that writing/talking/sharing grief has to happen. We do not do this enough in our culture. I am almost bizarrely fascinated with it. I want to talk and talk and talk about my experience. I want to listen and learn from the experiences of others. And poetry has become a vehicle for both of these things.

The book of Olds’ poetry that I have been reading this week is all about her father, his illness, and his death. How to explain the feelings that come up as I read her words?

Before my grandmother died, I did not understand stories of people falling on the casket sobbing or someone pretending a loved one was still alive and talking to that person as though she is sitting across the dinner table with them, even when others are in the room. During my uncle’s funeral, his casket remained open. A song was played over the speakers while we all sat their quietly. My aunt stood up and went to the casket. I remember thinking, “does she know we all can see her?” I realize now that I was simply embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment. Goodness. Now I realize the last thing you are thinking about when standing looking at someone you love who is in a casket is what others are thinking about. This doesn’t matter much when you have lost a part of your heart.

After my grandmother died, I suddenly understood why people do all that they do that we cannot understand when “dealing with” the loss of someone they love. Sharon Olds writes about this in a way that has me nodding through my tears. I am fascinated by her words, her images, her truth. And, I suppose, I am also healed by reading.

To hear Sharon Olds read a poem from this book, visit poets.org via this link.

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edited in 2011: Poetry Thursday is referenced throughout my blog in 2006 and 2007. It was a community website where participants shared a love of poetry through their blogs as they posted their own poems and poetry by others on Thursdays. 

Reader Comments (12)

Liz, your post reads like a poem in itself to me. I have been drawn to all of your posts in which you bring up your grandmother. I lost my grandmother 3 years ago and the pain of that loss still stings. Her illness and death felt traumatic to me, and yet I have felt as though my family has tried to 'quiet' my grief and in not so subtle ways push me to 'get over it'. Your tribute and dedication to keeping your grandmother's memory alive and honoring and feeling your own grief makes me feel so validated. I'm going to go see what I can read of Sharon Olds. Thanks for helping me in ways you don't even realize.

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterkerry

Thanks for the recommendation on Sharon Olds.

You make me think and feel and grow everytime I read one of your posts, Liz. This is a wonderful, poetic piece.

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterJerri

I almost bought that yesterday :) I think it helps to talk to our passed on loved ones. Great post liz!

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterTammy

thank you...this filled my heart in a beautiful way.

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterbee

I agree with your question..."Do we actually know when we are healing?"

When her birthday came and went, and I hadn't remembered it...that's when I thought, Hmmmmm is this progress? because it felt horrible, even ten years after, it still felt horrible.

I'm sorry for your pain sweetie, I'm sorry

loving you,
xxxdarlene

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterb/sistersshoes

Thank you for linking her voice. How I love that. Sharon Olds is my favorite poet, even in my infancy of poetry appreciation, I've found someone to love.

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered Commenteracumamakiki

The Father is a hard book, but a good one. But it sounds like it's a good thing for you to read right now.

October 12, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterDana

What a beautiful essay on grief Liz. You articulate yourself so well. even if you don't always see your writing about your grandmother and grief as healing at the time, I know it is for your readers like me.

October 13, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterAlexandra S

Olds is a wonderful writer--I was just trying to find a way to describe what her writing says to me and "animal" kept coming up...what I mean is, she's very close to the bone, the blood, the body. I hope you find what you need in those pages. Your writing here is so true...I have this anthology project about sibling loss in its infancy and sometimes I wonder if it makes sense to others? When I feel deflated about it, another essay will be sent to me from someone detailing all that has happened to them since they lost their sibling and I think, "Yes...talking about these experiences is essential in the face of grief." Thanks for this post...

October 13, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterLeft-handed Trees...

Liz, your blog has spoken to me lately. I mean, I always like what you say and how you say it...But lately I feel like you are saying things I am thinking about. Better, maybe, than I can say them in this moment. Thank you.

:)

October 13, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterAmber

being a witness--i think that may be why many of us write...to not only bear witness of other people's existence but to bear witness to the world as we experience it, our perspective of life...to bear witness to our own existence...at least that's why i write...

October 13, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterla vie en rose

it is a connection i think
we all struggle to make
but in time, we are all
confronted with it.

and it is hard to see that
something that feels so
isolating (grief)
is also such a common thread
for so many others...
as long as we do talk about it
or write about it so that others
can identify with us.

October 19, 2006 | Unregistered Commentergkgirl

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