As always, do feel free to join the discussion in the comments section below! Yet poetry is often hugely and unapologetically autobiographical. The fragile boundaries between fiction and autobiography in poetry are frequently blurred:
We remember that I was working in the Poetry Room at Harvard.
That I was manning the front desk. That she told me that she had a baby, too. That we commiserated over sleep regressions. That we verse writing about motherhood a few times after that, that we went out to coffee when her daughter was so young she still used one of the infant blue-green pacifiers.
That she the baby? That she told me, when her son was born, she translated poetry to get back to writing poetry. That she wrote about poetry to get back to writing poetry. That she recruited me for a book review on conceptual writing by women.
That here I discovered models for how experiment, routine, motherhood, and literature could only strengthen each other. She mentioned she had an idea for a website publication highlighting the intersections of motherhood and poetry which over time expanded to parenthood, poetry, art.
We met at her house, coffee shops, playgrounds and on campus over the following weeks, putting together ideas, getting our sons together, lending each other books, toys, hand-me-downs, and all the while talking and thinking about what we wanted and needed to read as mothers and as poets.
And we were just two among a knot of mother-poets and translators in Cambridge at that time, a vibrant and blisteringly talented community whom we read, befriended, listened to. Our children played next to us, but they also bore witness to our poetry. And our poetry bore witness to our children.
As she and I worked at gathering essays, writing, reading, interviewing the poets we both admired, we also became friends.
We learned that both of us not only shared aspects of our motherhood, our writing, but also relationships with our own mothers. That for both of us, the project of A. Bradstreet became a way to work out a cure.
Our knot of mothers, poets has since dissipated across the country and the world, such is our profession. We have been silent and resurfaced to each other and as A.
Bradstreet in waves over the years. She moved to the Netherlands. We both changed jobs. She had another baby, a girl. We both published our first books. This friend has since become a father himself. And he invited us to guest-edit this issue, as he begins to know his daughter and to learn the contours of his new world of father and poet.
Bradstreet has always been a symbiotic effort: This, in turn, authorizes, co-authors, our own writing, and we hope that of our readers.
We were excited to revisit and reimagine our vision for the project we started years ago, with this motherhood-themed issue of The Critical Flame.
Our gathering here includes artists alongside the poets; long-time contributors and new voices; essays on anticipation, loss, physicality, language and the literary heroes we answer to and hold sacred. There are perspectives on motherhood we were not able to cover in this issue, and we see these limitations.
We wish we lived in a time and society where we could offer what each writing mother—of whichever class, race and embodiment, as well as mode of mothering—needs to have her voice heard, and we want to learn how to create a platform that offers the support and security for this.
Bradstreet still can be a prompt to consider what it means, what is involved, for a woman to own her voice and to be the author of her reproductive capacities. This issue has been a labor of love for all involved. Still, miraculously, in what we can only call the spirit of maternal solidarity, our contributors have prioritized being a part of this issue over formidable parental and professional demands, and we are supremely grateful that they chose to use that incalculably precious commodity of parenthood—time—to give us their words.Bible Verses About Motherhood "Discipline your son, for there is hope; do not set your heart on putting him to death." Proverbs ESV "When Jesus saw his mother and th.
About A. Bradstreet. A.
BRADSTREET is a forum on reading motherhood, taking poetics as the form of its praxis. A. BRADSTREET, faced with what might be called the most common of experiences, finds herself seeking the particular solace and solidarity of poetry.
These verses show that the same way a mother will take care of her child, God will take care of you. Even if there was a chance where a mother forgot her nursing child God wouldn’t forget you. Apr 01, · Read Bible verses for Mothers Day for and about moms that are sure to encourage and inspire the Christian women in your live!
Quotes from women . Bible verses about Mother And Son. When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing nearby, he said to his mother, “Woman, behold, your son!” word have delivered them to us, it seemed good to me also, having followed all things closely for some time past, to write an orderly account for you, most excellent.
They're perfect for writing out your current favorite scripture memory verse or writing down additional prayer requests you'd like to keep in mind.
You could even try writing out the names of God as you speak prayers of praise, or take time to write out areas of sin you're asking God to work in.