It has been awhile since I joined the Poetry Friday community. Special thanks to Rebecca Herzog of Sloth Reads for hosting this week.
Written by Mary Ruefle
Published by Wave Books (2016)
ISBN: 1940696380 (ISBN13: 9781940696386). Book was borrowed from the Jurong West Public Library. Book photos taken by me.
I did not know about Mary Ruefle until my mentor-friend-colleague mentioned her to me in a Whatsapp message. She promised that I am in for a treat and that if I love Mary Oliver, then most likely I would feel the same way towards Ruefle.
While the book itself could not neatly be categorized as falling under our Warrior Women and Social Justice theme, there were essays that could arguably fall under that theme: particularly the essay entitled Pause, whereby she talked about menopause and the many revolutionary thoughts that can turn one into a veritable warrior woman – teetering on the brink of madness. I did not realize that the experience could be this frightening, and I do know that I am quite possibly nearing that stage; so it was informative, more than anything. In a scary sort of way.
While admittedly, her writing did not resonate with me as much as Mary Oliver did, a lot of this may have to do that I found it to be more cerebral and distanced. There are decided attempts at profundity stabbing at light and darkness – but with the clear intention of doing just that. Mary Oliver simply blindsides me with the wisdom of the earth, like ancient ages delivering hard-earned truths grounded in pain.
I found myself loving Ruefle’s shades of sadness (which may be substituted with the word happiness, apparently – and nothing, according to Ruefle, changes) more than all the other essays found in this collection. And so here is what I would call prose poetry, entitled Blue. I took a picture of the page and edited it using an iPhone app. I hope its azure wisdom is one that finds you at exactly the right moment.
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