Just got home from a very nice concert at Hugo House by Robin Holcomb and her chamber ensemble, of music she composed from several poems by Nazim Hikmet. Holcomb has a wonderful lyric voice, and a very humble and self-deprecating stage presence, and the music from the ensemble (violin, viola, cello, trumpet, clarinets) was wonderful. I want to go and read Hikmet's poems again, especially, "On Living," "Angina Pectoris," and "Regarding Art." Thank you again to old friends Ian and David (who were fresh from a trip to Bhutan), for inviting Dean and me. I can't believe it has been almost 20 years now that we have known each other.
I was working much of the morning today on two new poems simultaneously. I would just go back and forth from the one to the other, which is odd, as they are very different poems. One is tentatively titled "Have I Wasted My Life on Poetry?" and is more of a lyric meditation; and the other is titled "Cambodian Dancing" or "Cambodian Wedding," I'm not sure which yet, and is more of a narrative. I think they are both keepers . . . we'll see.