Once upon your Kindness, I met a
marine who was a nun, and she could
waltz with as much Grace
as she could cut a cake with a scythe
at her wedding! You’d have Served me, had you
been at the reception, lemonade, Stronger a
yellow than that of the sun, that lights up the world for
you to be something I see.
I’d have passed you the strawberries for
her Genuine cucumber-butter sandwiches,
Sweet like Compassion, grass green like
the itch of being Alive. I’d have
skipped putting the whipped cream,
monochrome as Integrity, on any of the
food, just would have licked it Patiently
off of my fingers, prone to
drum like they’re too Attentive to the world.
I wouldn’t feel the need for Protection under
such a robin’s egg sky, though—
Honestly, if you Care to know,
I’d have waited as the Comforting
Restfulness passed us
by for whatever Engaging
Stimulations Connected after the
Humble picnic’s winding down, Respecting
the Conviction that the Hardworking bride
must Defend her right to Passionately sweep us
along to abandon the Intricacies of her gown.
first feat. in Ambrosia Zine
Alphabet Ravine 
I don’t get the title at all. I’m planning to write a post about the “muse” from a kundalini perspective.
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I’ve been letting my thoughts on this comment simmer in the back of my mind… sorry for taking a while to respond to you!
Readers can interpret the title however they’d like… I imagine some will take it to imply that writing about disconnect is always relying on a “crutch” to craft art… I interpret the title as representative of the theory that if one has a muse, what they have on their hands is a person (or other component of the real world), and that if they are using some source of inspiration like a crutch, their interest might not be the person themselves. But there are many other interpretations in between! It’s parallel to ideas that have been floating around forever about the difference between love and obsession.
I find this poem to basically be a headache… something that raises a million questions… which could, for other readers, result in actual questions, or in protests, or in affirmations. Does the speaker of the text actually confirm or counter-indicate the theory spoken by the speaker in the title? What about the poem as a whole?
Most of what I’ve heard regarding muses has been rooted in Greek Mythology… I feel like poets’ popular conception of a muse is something of a construct that we could situate ourselves in anywhere… Do we ascribe to the notion of a muse, muses, or “the muses” at all? If we do, do we think they’re a good thing or a bad thing or a mixed bag, and do we take ourselves personally to have any? If we do, what does that actually mean to us, or what is our experience of it like? And then, how do we act about it, respond to it, or navigate it?
I’m not familiar with the kundalini perspective, so I’d love to hear more!
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