Carrie Chappell will be our featured poet @ L’Openbach on 4/26/2017 along with Kate Noakes who will be reading and selling her new book Paris, Stage Left Eyewear Publishing, 2017.
Carrie Chappell is from Birmingham, Alabama. She earned her Bachelor of Arts at the University of Alabama and her Master of Fine Arts from the University of New Orleans’ Creative Writing Workshop. She has taught English Composition at Delgado Community College and served as Writer-in-Residence for Big Class. Each April, she facilitates the Verse of April project, a community catalogue of voices celebrating poetry. Currently, she lives in Paris as an English Language teacher and French Studies student and serves as Poetry Editor for Sundog Lit.
for more information: http://www.carriechappell.com/
i// was a girl
to this day,
i// can be
on the subject
of canoes, camp-
fire songs, rope,
5. i// want to go away.
another breath, another bemoan—love
is an always crisis. corn was never my credo,
so i// never went wishing for someone there.
you know where. i// cut a rug and ran into a
tapestrie. there joined the campaign, the
circus. i// mean, i//
began caring, became
minded. a careless. fucking joy-lover. joy-
digger. oh joy. ode. odious. oedipus. i // think we are blind, that the directions to our best
regions are lost in our eyes. joy. is held in a sweaty
palm or in a green field of (ode to) soy. don’t listen. don’t look
for someone. for somewhere there. don’t go looking for it.
i// swear. it’s better to get lost on the little stuff.
to take the helm
of a candy bar. like. take me for instance,
at heart, wanting, what (?)
only a cookie
and to use my
4. from what i// remember, i// do know, do now
—bees do run
stomping, and kindness
above all, humility, too.—
you pointed me
down a trail. gosh,
3. for pointing the way
to the future—
an american girl has options. a girl scout no less. has options, is what they’ll say.
and the dreams will ignite. and for some paris. for paris some
how to live it:
version 1: be a woman’s woman, but live for men, love the ones you’re with but also the far-aways. spend your time. telling everybody you miss them and then eat your blues in baguettes. own jewelry but wish to accept more, be bi-lingual curious! be baby-sitter swank! stomp the ground for snakes. wait for scooters, the kiss, the la defense legs, be ok with champagne pictures until. until. (*dream referred
to on most paris blogs.)
version 2: be a poet, ok, maybe just a writer, hang yourself up on homonyms, find yourself often taken with simple French rhymes: dommage chômage! dommage fromage!, be happy being cute for French men for a week until feminist moods set in, then find a new one, snap your fingers at the proverbial bees, be a functioning drunk, functioning introvert, try to break the stereotype.( *dream deferred, citation:
i// think that’s it.
2. so, they shut me up in booze—and
i// am, i// professed, a troubled
roamantic—i// fit your—i//am the
daguerreotyped. as when a little
girl moves to a dream place,
calling yesterdays into—like
everybody i// sat upon a table, eating
mixed meats. everyone stood in my
way. and i// felt a friendly nothing. i //
had my tools—a set of earrings
succinctly wed to my lobes, a pair
of pants that blacked with every black,
and a you, distant person somehow
made into the criminal so i// could stand
away, spewing forth my jesus christs
just enough to make a small religion,
just enough to cast iron the long
breath of my short history. go. go forth, for christ’s sake forward, i// said
to myself, hither filth, fortune.
1. there, here—
with my planets arestin’ and my
chambers full of speech, i// lie
still in the thought of my many
shelters. i// have fallen
where i// fall
and wandered out, a girl pulling
at her wet shorts tight and
knotting at the crotch. being
stranded wasn’t near as bad as
i// had thought, i// had lived and
tamed a many a thing. glares
more genuine exhausted in
their ravines, where trees
stand like old men, lampposts poles to be
vaulted and i // a girl
scout sashaying where
my ankles, picking with honey
spines the flesh i// i// i// storm(ed) in.