Unlike Emily Dickinson‘s Nihilist deity-or-equivalent, who or which is all about taking away, poet Kaylin Haught’s offers a resounding Yes to all the poet’s questions:
God Says Yes To Me
I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic
and she said yes
I asked her if it was okay to be short
and she said it sure is
I asked her if I could wear nail polish
or not wear nail polish
and she said honey
she calls me that sometimes
she said you can do just exactly
what you want to
Thanks God I said
And is it even okay if I don’t paragraph
my letters
Sweetcakes God said
who knows where she picked that up
what I’m telling you is
Yes Yes Yes
—–“God Says Yes To Me” by Kaylin Haught, The Palm of Your Hand. © Tilbury House Publishers, 1995.
Maybe it’s because we’re watching Professor Emeritus James Heffernan of Dartmouth lecture on Joyce’s Ulysses on the Great Courses series while we’re on vacation — but Haught’s God and Molly Bloom would seem to have quite a lot in common, in the very nicest, and most passionate, way.
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This sweet, almost child-like, conversation she has with her G-d, sounds so positive. Poetry was never my kettle of fish, but this one was nice.
You still in AZ?
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I like — strictly — selected poetry; this one was such a contrast to the Emily Dickinson! Like two extremes —
We’re still here, like Sondheim’s song from Follies; home May 2nd evening.
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My mother would have balked at Haught’s God (she was staunch French Catholic, after all), but I am all for the Yes Yes Yes after all those years of No No No. Also, I love the rambling, conversational, slip-in-an-aside-here-and-there tone of the poem. I’ll have to try stream of consciousness writing now. (And yes, the hanging of fleeces to catch gold deposits was a practice that may have influenced the Jason myth.)
When are you coming home? We need breakfast (or lunch) and face-to-face conversation!
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I love her being addressed as Sweetcakes (but God only calls her that once in a while!) —
We come home May 2nd, late, to a houseful of untouched packing cartons. Ouch! Meanwhile, I’m letting the old bones thoroughly warm up.
Breakfast or lunch? Mid-May-ish? We’ll work out something!
(And what’s with the lamb on Facebook? Have you adopted one or something??????)
Aha! Just got my installment of Writing Down the Words — and found out what’s with the lamb. Great.
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