I have just been asked to turn down the TV by a nurse I am breaking up with. We are in Canada and we met in Hawaii and the TV was disturbing her. There was no gunfire and there were no car chases on the TV, there was only the poet, Martin Espada, discussing his poem “Between the Rockets and the Songs”…
“The fireworks began at midnight, golden sparks and rockets hissing through the confusion of trees above our house. I would prove to my son, now twelve, that there was no war in the sky. Not here. So we walked down the road to find the place where the fireworks began. We swatted branches from our eyes, peering at a house where the golden blaze dissolved in smoke. There was silence, a world of ice, then voices rose up with the last of the sparks, singing, and when the song showered down on us through the leaves we leaned closer, like trees. “Rockets and singing from the same house”, said my son. We turned back down the road, at the end of the year, at the beginning of the year, somewhere between the rockets and the songs.”
The poet told Bill Moyer of PBS how when the lights stopped, the singing started and my girlfriend told me to turn down the TV, she told me it was loud and she was trying to sleep.
Poetry has always been to loud for me to sleep and my now ex-girlfriend doesn’t get inspired by me anymore because I use a computer apparently. She can not relate computers to creativity for some reason and she doesn’t see the internet as a social being or communication. I inspired her more when I just used a pen and napkins to write with and I want to tell you a couple things, you strange wacky people who write about SEO or engage in SEO, because there are things about you I really like.
I like you because you have committed yourself to something that people around you probably do not understand or respect or believe in. That can be tough.
I like you because I understand, respect, and believe in you.
I like you because you are writers and experimenters.
I like you because you are excited.
I like you because you strive, on a regular basis to create things.
I like you because you are learning new skills, which I find admirable.
I like you because you are fascinated.
I like you because you are working hard.
I like you because you are dedicated.
I like you because you are intrigued by things.
I like you because you are my new friends and peers and I respect what you do.
I like you because I find it cute the way you think you can drink more than me.
I like you because you are thinking intelligent people, who are, for the most part, sweethearts.
The internet is neato, and I see extraordinary opportunity it it, not just for me, but for other people too.
The internet is the only marketplace that exists where people are not judged by their sex or skin color or social status. With creativity and some learning, families can be fed from it. Even if that family is in Albania, or Sudan, or New Jersey, or Seattle. Hospitals can be built from it, education can happen on it, and ideas can be spread with it and my head and my heart swims with this.
I like the internet and I like you too and poetry is to loud for for me to sleep.