Poet, teacher, Susan G. Wooldridge


The 2010 poster for National Poetry Month features the lines “We make a dwelling in the evening air, / In which being there together is enough.” It is from Wallace Stevens’s poem “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour.”  

 I had never read this poem, before looking at the poster for National Poetry Month.  I can’t say that I understand it fully, but that’s about the truth of it for me with most poetry–like a trickster, poems insert themselves at a horizon just beyond the rational mind  to connect with some nonverbal wisdom that exists in our body, our heart. From there, given time,  they travel to the mind  to observe  a view we may not have quite noticed before.  I love poetry but I only find it accessible if I start out by not thinking too much.  A little backwards I think, from our traditional educational models.  Worse than trying to understand poems is trying to write them.  So I admire poets; but even more I admire teachers of poetry who dare to assure us that we too can say something of meaning, no matter how faulty we sound to ourselves.   

Poet and author Susan G. Wooldridge says on her website, that she  “has found that in a safe, free setting, surrounded with words, most everyone can write poems and they’re often extraordinary.”  She will be here at the Dublin Library on Saturday, April 3, for a workshop from 1:00p.m. until  3:00 p.m.  Susan is the author of poemcrazy: freeing your life with words, and Foolsgold; Making Something From Nothing and Freeing Your Creative Process.  Do you notice how attached to the word “freeing” she is in these titles?  To me, freeing conjures an opening up to spaciousness–both internally and extrernally.  So Saturday is an opportunity to open up space for yourself and see what new views your psyche is interested in having you notice.  Join us for a couple of hours of psychic elbowroom with words, pictures and collage.  Invite your hidden artist to come out and play!  

We are grateful to the Friends of Dublin Library for providing the funding for Susan’s visit.  

Here’s the  complete poem from Wallace Stevens that the poster celebrates.  I believe I will be carrying this around with me all month…..  

Light the first light of evening
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good. This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:   

 Within a single thing, a single shawl
Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
A light, a power, the miraculous influence.   

 Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.   

 Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
We say God and the imagination are one…
How high that highest candle lights the dark.   

Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
We make a dwelling in the evening air,
In which being there together is enough.