{"id":559,"date":"2004-02-06T16:44:17","date_gmt":"2004-02-07T00:44:17","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=559"},"modified":"2004-02-06T16:44:17","modified_gmt":"2004-02-07T00:44:17","slug":"a-e-i-o-u","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2004\/02\/06\/a-e-i-o-u\/","title":{"rendered":"A-E-I-O-U"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night, I remembered how it felt to be carried by the sound of a word. I was lifted by vowels, jolted by consonants and wooed by a poet’s breath. I attended a reading by Robert Pinsky, former U.S. Poet Laureate, and it moved me. I didn’t realize how much it moved me until this morning, when I woke up with words buzzing and sounds swarming inside my head.<\/p>\n\n\n
\n

ABC<\/p>\n

Any body can die, evidently. Few
\nGo happily, irradiating joy,<\/p>\n

Knowledge, love. Many
\nNeed oblivion, painkillers,
\nQuickest respite.<\/p>\n

Sweet time unafflicted,
\nVarious world:<\/p>\n

X=your zenith.<\/p>\n

–Robert Pinsky<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

I have not always wanted to be a writer. When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a ballerina, a teacher, a doctor, a fashion designer, an interior designer and a candy shop owner. I didn’t devour books like many writers I know, and I don’t even have a childhood favorite.<\/p>\n

But sometime between then and now, I fell in love with the written word. That love spun me into a whirlwind adventure of sentence diagrams and teen magazines and journalism school and personal web sites and pretzel alphabets and Boggle.<\/p>\n

I still do not read nearly as much as I wish I did, and I am not yet ready to write my Great American Novel, but I will always have a spot in my heart for words. The homepage of my first web site read: “When you use words every day it’s hard to make them count, but I try.” And I do. I try.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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