Sunday, June 13, 2010

You When You Were Younger

Let me tell you about this wonderful reading I attended last night. Not your average poetry reading, this reading featured six or so who read from their early, teenagery work. Hosted by the beautiful Niina, who apparently used to be goth, the reading was such a touching experience that it almost makes me cry thinking about it. I told G. about a poem Nicole read about being overweight and feeling as though no one would ever love her, that she wouldn't be able to give her mother grandchildren. Another reader wrote about two cousins who had to move in with her family when their parents died. She was annoyed that the cousins hogged the tv and took over her bathroom, stuff like that, but then her younger self is grateful she had parents of her own. Incredible, right?

It's interesting through all the haze of the-world-is-bullshit, Holden Caulfield type writing, the seriousness that was addressed--coming out, body issues, feeling neglected and misunderstood. (Amy pointed out a thematic connection many of the writers shared regarding someone hogging the "good television," but it seems like being pushed off the shows they wanted to watch actually got them writing and creating). The old man read from some of his cute juvenalia, a poem called "I Must Be An Adolescent," in which he wonders if man "should have ever had a SURPLUS of GOODS." The reading made me know and understand those writers in a whole new way. I felt as though I had traveled back in time with them and I was just like them but so so different. The old man wished he had gone to high school with everyone who read (and it turns out he actually did!) but I'm glad I didn't. I'm glad they just took me into their pasts, into their beginnings, into how they were first starting to make sense of it all.


Anonymous said...

I love this comment about what happens when you get pushed off your good television shows...hilarious.


Farrah Field said...

Thanks for writing in! I wonder what "good" shows they missed? All I ever watched was Mr. Rogers and Dallas.

Nova Bradfield said...

A friend left a link on my blog to this post of yours, because I had been simultaneously doing sort of the same thing all week. Posting poems and stories I had written as a teenager.
We forget, but in our closets, we have these really amazing artifacts of how we began. They are funny and sad. And kind of stupid, and kind of smart.
(Farrah, I also wonder about what these "good shows" were. I watched a lot of Barney because my little sister liked it and I admit that I kind of really enjoyed it as well.)

Farrah Field said...

I taught preschool when Barney was popular, so I guess I have to admit an appreciation for the songs about cleaning up. Really got the kids moving.