#54




"dear uncle sam
    or rated x
        or you ain't woman enough
            or another one's on the way"


Look, this poem was inspired by Loretta Lynn’s guest spot on The Muppet Show, which is an unusual episode because the Muppets are outside of their comfort zone, doing the whole show outside the theatre for the first time.  If it was to happen, what better place to do it than at a railway station? Railroads provide rife symbolic material for writers, but I strangely decided not to write about the moving lines in the end. Instead I steamed forward like a locomotive transforming into an airplane while using the rail window to wonder how things change so quickly.  Lynn’s lyrics are very clever and progressive in their feminist opposition to America’s societal norm, and I chose three + one to title this piece about lyrics and lines and lies.

 

As a traveling passenger, I enjoy bringing something to read, but you know I don’t think we as a people really read for pleasure anymore. With movies and music at one's finger tips, who needs a book?  Speaking for myself, I often feel as though I need to read one more thing, watch one more thing, do one more thing, and add one more thing to an endless list.  I was struck by the image of the light bulb above Loretta’s head in this episode, and I thought it clever to say: The Light Above Her Head Needs Dusting in reference to light bulbs as ideas. Our patriarchal society still promotes a women’s role to stay at home and clean and cook, & so I fed into the themes of Lynn’s catalog of music. At first I wrote the poem: The Light Above Her Head Needs Dusting, and then I didn’t like my baby, and took to task as a woman might oblige out of kindness or feeling as though she ought to, or must, or should.  Then I thought about how often I feel this way, and I wondered if one day, piling one thing after another after another onto my list of HAVE TOs, I might hit a stress level desiring total annihilation.

 

Jim Henson put a note in his red book about Loretta Lynn saying that she was, “Wonderful, warm, real – an amazing story to her career – she’s like ‘real folks’ in North Carolina.”

 

This is ANOTHER abstract/esoteric muppoem.  It will probably leave my poor & sparse audience asking for explanation.  The trouble is, I don’t think I really want to provide more with this one.  Perhaps the possibility of seeing something different each time it is read is part of why I think it works.  The economy of language is meant to have left an emptiness that bodes questioning.






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