Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT September 30th 2024

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For this session we read a poem Great Things Have Happened” by Alden Nowlan, posted below.

Our prompt was: Write your first thoughts in the shadow of this poem.

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Great Things Have Happened by Alden Nowlan

We were talking about the great things
that have happened in our lifetimes;
and I said, "Oh, I suppose the moon landing
was the greatest thing that has happened
in my time." But, of course, we were all lying.
The truth is the moon landing didn't mean
one-tenth as much to me as one night in 1963
when we lived in a three-room flat in what once had been
the mansion of some Victorian merchant prince
(our kitchen had been a clothes closet, I'm sure),
on a street where by now nobody lived
who could afford to live anywhere else.
That night, the three of us, Claudine, Johnnie and me,
woke up at half-past four in the morning
and ate cinnamon toast together.

"Is that all?" I hear somebody ask.

Oh, but we were silly with sleepiness
and, under our windows, the street-cleaners
were working their machines and conversing in Italian, and
everything was strange without being threatening,
even the tea-kettle whistled differently
than in the daytime: it was like the feeling
you get sometimes in a country you've never visited
before, when the bread doesn't taste quite the same,
the butter is a small adventure, and they put
paprika on the table instead of pepper,
except that there was nobody in this country
except the three of us, half-tipsy with the wonder
of being alive, and wholly enveloped in love.

"Great Things Have Happened" by Alden Nowlan, from What Happened When He Went to the Store for Bread. © Nineties Press, 1993. Reprinted with permission

5 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT September 30th 2024

  1. Jennifer Lee's avatar Jennifer Lee

    For the dolls of the doll house inside the burning kitchen, to flicker is a practice in nostalgia. There is a sort of warmth to the forgetting. Like sticky fingers braiding their hair. Cookies in the oven as they are dropped to the carpet with the crumbs. Tiny shoes to match their little girls who are learning to love and share and take. Dust has snowed on the fingerprints but there is a new light on the terrace. You could look out at the flame and swear it was the sun. 

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  2. michele348's avatar michele348

    This worldon this day,is angry at itself.

    Endless warswhere there are no true victors.Hate-filled wordsfly aboutlike arrows through the air.

    Are they tinged with the bloodof innocents?

    My mind is pressed to its limits.It seems like I am livingin a time warp of horrors.and I can’t findthe magic escape door.

    I need to shut out the chaosand return to a timewhen life moved slower,and people were hospitable to each other,even had smiles on their faces.

    I remember my Italian family’s reunions,held when I was a child…all the relatives would attend,some of whom I didn’t know.It was a huge picnicwhere the grown-ups sat around and reminisced,and the kids ran around like banshees.

    I remember eating huge slices of watermelon,with the juice dripping down from my chinand spitting out the seedswith wild abandon.

    I smile now as I rememberthose innocent times,when life was so sweet.

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  3. michele348's avatar michele348

    This world
    on this day,
    is angry at itself.

    Endless wars
    where there are no true victors.
    Hate-filled words
    fly about
    like arrows through the air.

    Are they tinged with the blood
    of innocents?

    My mind is pressed to its limits.
    It seems like I am living
    in a time warp of horrors.
    and I can’t find
    the magic escape door.

    I need to shut out the chaos
    and return to a time
    when life moved slower,
    and people were hospitable to each other,
    even had smiles on their faces.

    I remember my Italian family’s reunions,
    held when I was a child…
    all the relatives would attend,
    some of whom I didn’t know.
    It was a huge picnic
    where the grown-ups sat around and reminisced,
    and the kids ran around like banshees.

    I remember eating huge slices of watermelon,
    with the juice dripping down from my chin
    and spitting out the seeds
    with wild abandon.

    I smile now as I remember
    those innocent times,
    when life was so sweet.

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  4. al3793's avatar al3793

    Is that all?

    Is that all? What more could there

    be than being “half tipsy with the wonder of being alive”

    together with dearest friends

    a place safe to share anything

    any thought, idea, opinion, hope, dream,

    a place to take the risk

    to make your love known

    to the one you admire,

    pine for

    the most gorgeous heart you’ve ever seen

    the one who lifts your heart to the sky

    like a gondola that never stops,

    who takes your breath away

    with them on a journey

    to a land you have never visited

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    • michele348's avatar michele348

      Such a wonderful journey, surrounded by those you love and respect. Where there are no half-uttered phrases, no hidden emotions, for there is the security in knowing you have found the true meaning of living and you are free.

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