WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:06.140 align:middle line:90% 00:00:06.140 --> 00:00:10.070 align:middle line:84% I think I'll read a poem from my first book 00:00:10.070 --> 00:00:12.530 align:middle line:84% having to do with my mother because I'm going to be ending 00:00:12.530 --> 00:00:13.790 align:middle line:90% on a poem about my father. 00:00:13.790 --> 00:00:17.550 align:middle line:84% So this goes back to adolescence, 00:00:17.550 --> 00:00:20.810 align:middle line:84% the time I said I'd like to write about occasionally. 00:00:20.810 --> 00:00:26.360 align:middle line:84% And it also has this theme of imagination like the last poem. 00:00:26.360 --> 00:00:28.950 align:middle line:84% Because I grew up in this place with no movie theaters 00:00:28.950 --> 00:00:30.450 align:middle line:84% and restaurants, it was pretty dull. 00:00:30.450 --> 00:00:33.500 align:middle line:84% And I guess I read a lot of books for that reason. 00:00:33.500 --> 00:00:38.510 align:middle line:84% And my mother used to tell stories about her childhood. 00:00:38.510 --> 00:00:42.540 align:middle line:84% This poem begins with one of her stories about her childhood. 00:00:42.540 --> 00:00:48.020 align:middle line:84% And then it switches in part 2 to my own adolescence. 00:00:48.020 --> 00:00:52.760 align:middle line:84% And it's really about the inner life and fantasy and the world 00:00:52.760 --> 00:00:57.320 align:middle line:90% of the imagination as refuge. 00:00:57.320 --> 00:01:00.920 align:middle line:84% From our Mary-- our Mary, Mary was my mother. 00:01:00.920 --> 00:01:04.610 align:middle line:90% From Our Mary To Me. 00:01:04.610 --> 00:01:10.160 align:middle line:84% As a child, Mary Callahan admired storybook orphans. 00:01:10.160 --> 00:01:14.420 align:middle line:84% Anne of Green Gables, Uncle Frank's Mary 00:01:14.420 --> 00:01:19.550 align:middle line:84% transported from dingy asylums to wide hearted strangers, 00:01:19.550 --> 00:01:24.680 align:middle line:84% from skimpy wincey dresses to puff sleeved splendors, 00:01:24.680 --> 00:01:29.750 align:middle line:84% from boiled turnips to chocolate sweeties. 00:01:29.750 --> 00:01:33.440 align:middle line:84% And noticing that all orphans had blue-black hair and eyes 00:01:33.440 --> 00:01:36.080 align:middle line:84% and skin white as lace, she pictured them 00:01:36.080 --> 00:01:41.180 align:middle line:84% as consumptive Spaniards flaunting veils, roses, fans, 00:01:41.180 --> 00:01:46.040 align:middle line:84% Valentino's profile, and somehow confused their juicy lives 00:01:46.040 --> 00:01:51.650 align:middle line:84% with Mary Daneher's, a rich girl whose carbonado hair, 00:01:51.650 --> 00:01:54.890 align:middle line:84% peaked complexion, yellow pink orchid and blue smock 00:01:54.890 --> 00:01:57.830 align:middle line:84% dresses with hand-stitched collars, lisle stockings 00:01:57.830 --> 00:02:00.170 align:middle line:84% and especially patterned banded tanned suede high shoes 00:02:00.170 --> 00:02:04.160 align:middle line:84% and maid escort to St. Patrick's School seemed orphanesque 00:02:04.160 --> 00:02:07.790 align:middle line:84% and prevented our Mary from venturing near, much less 00:02:07.790 --> 00:02:11.510 align:middle line:84% daring a till death true blue kindred spirit-ship the way 00:02:11.510 --> 00:02:14.030 align:middle line:90% girls did in books. 00:02:14.030 --> 00:02:18.680 align:middle line:84% At night, our Mary read tales that made her blood jump, 00:02:18.680 --> 00:02:21.230 align:middle line:84% gazed through isinglass at the coal fire, 00:02:21.230 --> 00:02:23.960 align:middle line:84% and considered her own adventures: how she'd 00:02:23.960 --> 00:02:26.930 align:middle line:84% crawled into the bull's pasture, lost her drawers on the Green 00:02:26.930 --> 00:02:28.640 align:middle line:84% Island Bridge, kicked them in the river, 00:02:28.640 --> 00:02:31.550 align:middle line:84% tap danced at the recital, sat inside a freight car talking 00:02:31.550 --> 00:02:33.980 align:middle line:84% to a tramp till it began to move, 00:02:33.980 --> 00:02:39.680 align:middle line:84% nearly taking her to Avonlea or Kalamazoo. 00:02:39.680 --> 00:02:41.390 align:middle line:90% Part 2. 00:02:41.390 --> 00:02:45.740 align:middle line:84% Mary Callahan, her daughter, and her daughter's friend 00:02:45.740 --> 00:02:51.500 align:middle line:84% are talking about love and wealth, and Mary Daneher. 00:02:51.500 --> 00:02:55.190 align:middle line:84% Our Mary says, I'd like to see her now to see 00:02:55.190 --> 00:02:58.160 align:middle line:90% if she has any smocking on her. 00:02:58.160 --> 00:03:02.990 align:middle line:84% The girls are memorizing every recipe in this month's McCall's 00:03:02.990 --> 00:03:06.050 align:middle line:84% because they haven't eaten in three days, 00:03:06.050 --> 00:03:09.020 align:middle line:84% because they want to look thin in their minis and hip 00:03:09.020 --> 00:03:10.910 align:middle line:90% slingers. 00:03:10.910 --> 00:03:15.740 align:middle line:84% They are starving in hopes of having a yogic vision: a lost 00:03:15.740 --> 00:03:18.800 align:middle line:84% Beatle, say, drives up in a psychedelic Rolls 00:03:18.800 --> 00:03:22.610 align:middle line:84% and proposes whimsical English sex. 00:03:22.610 --> 00:03:25.400 align:middle line:84% They are thumping their feet to imaginary drums 00:03:25.400 --> 00:03:30.410 align:middle line:84% and thinking if John Lennon loved them they'd be skinny. 00:03:30.410 --> 00:03:33.470 align:middle line:84% Though for that to happen, they'd have to be. 00:03:33.470 --> 00:03:36.860 align:middle line:90% Hopeless, they are hopeless. 00:03:36.860 --> 00:03:39.860 align:middle line:84% I see their faces pinched with wishing 00:03:39.860 --> 00:03:42.140 align:middle line:84% and see them settling for the life they fight 00:03:42.140 --> 00:03:45.650 align:middle line:84% or a worse life they haven't bothered to imagine. 00:03:45.650 --> 00:03:49.220 align:middle line:84% From here, I don't know whether to love or fear them. 00:03:49.220 --> 00:03:52.190 align:middle line:84% I'd never find my way back to that fanatic state: 00:03:52.190 --> 00:03:55.520 align:middle line:84% upper New York Troy Michigan Dead End Avenue 67. 00:03:55.520 --> 00:03:57.560 align:middle line:84% My mother saying, cheer up, girls, 00:03:57.560 --> 00:04:00.320 align:middle line:84% and swishing her house dress in a mad can-can, 00:04:00.320 --> 00:04:03.530 align:middle line:84% her legs brazenly in the air, her exit a "so there!" 00:04:03.530 --> 00:04:08.390 align:middle line:84% flip of skirt, cape work defiant as a toreador's, leaving 00:04:08.390 --> 00:04:10.550 align:middle line:90% me weak with laughter. 00:04:10.550 --> 00:04:14.060 align:middle line:84% The anemic daughter, stranger to her 00:04:14.060 --> 00:04:19.070 align:middle line:84% than any waif or ne'er do well sat next to on a train, 00:04:19.070 --> 00:04:24.140 align:middle line:84% leaving me neither her optimism nor charm, 00:04:24.140 --> 00:04:29.860 align:middle line:84% only imagination kicking like a worm in a jumping bean. 00:04:29.860 --> 00:04:32.000 align:middle line:90%