Sometimes Grief: Barks up the Wrong Tree
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Not so. What ensued on a personal level was a real old fashion shit storm of confusion, doubt, despondency and loss. Normal you say? To be expected? Perhaps. On the surface maybe, but such a world of chaos descended that it virtually affected every aspect of my life. And then one late Spring morning after teaching a class at a local community college a phrase resounded in my mind as clear as a bell. Sometimes grief-barks of the wrong tree. It was a revelation really. Surely not an answer to anything, merely a sort of internal realization. A recognition.
I was in fact grieving, angry and ashamed that my intense personal feelings of sadness and loss were not wholly directed to my Dad being gone. No. I was furious the world with all of its confusion, contradictions and uncertainties that had encroached upon what I perceived should have the appropriate grief towards my recent loss. I felt my emotional interior had been hijacked by worldly concerns. Someone or something was diverting and demanding my attention and energy towards a dead end of self centered remorse, regret and devastation.
Intellectually I accepted, (even understood) someone very close to me had left. Died. But I discovered much to my embarrassment that I was ill-equipped to deal with the more collateral damage of the off-the-rack influence of others in my life and while it was true I once cared deeply about them, I now had to face the unpleasant truth that the relationship with them had now gone toxic and was damaging and draining my strength to move on to the next chapter of my life.
I couldnt let it go. And the same time it was like holding a burning white hot ember in the palm of my hand. I responded by closing my hand into a fist and holding the pain tighter. I ran wildly with it, quitting long time teaching positions that represented normalcy, purpose and economic stability. In short ? I was gutting my life. Serving every tie, except the right one.
I was determined to hold on steadfast to that smoldering coal in my fist. I wondered what would come first. It would simply burn out or burn a whole through my flesh.
At this point I must make this clear. There was yet a third level to the grief. I felt I was being delusional. Indulgencing in private, pointless emotional suicide. I was trying to kill my feelings while entire world out there had real problems. Serious tangible sorrows and pains that dwarfed my perceived issues and again I was ashamed at my transparent mini-drama I was perpetrating upon myself. Shutting it all down inside myself switch by switch. My mothers situation for example certainly could be taken into account. She had lost her husband and life companion of over fifty years and now at an advanced age herself had to deal with his absence on daily basis in the family home they shared practically their entire adult lives. Ive provided a unique perspective into her own experience in dealing with grief in the section of this collection entitled The Edna Variations.
So I did the usual self medicating prescriptions that depressed individuals do. With a vengeance. Thankfully I eventually grew bored with that. So I returned to an old friend. My oldest friend. My self- expressi
Vincent Quatroche
Coughed up somewhere in the Terrible Now the public at large and critics agree that probably Vincent Quatroche doesnt really exist other than a rather speculative wild fiction were limited attention spans stare into electronic 3.2 inch plastic rectangles. Embracing both encroaching age and perpetual obscurity is every beat poets dream without either the benefit of reasonable perspective or rationale behavior. Career Educator and Poet Vincent Quatroche refuses to just get lost. A truly disturbing afterthought he insists in sticking around like duct tape. While insolence as persistence is hardly a virtue, he will seldom read you the same poem twice, unless you are asking for it. Originally from Long island he is currently languishing in over-State NY teaching at regional colleges. He is a published author of numerous creative projects, including Books, CDs & Videos. His poetry has been distributed and pulverized into the Cyber Void throughout the United States and abroad.
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Sometimes Grief - Vincent Quatroche
Copyright © 2012 by Vincent Quatroche.
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CONTENTS
Acknowledgments
Forward
Bad Poetry Side Effects
The Bank of Infinity
Time
Still time
Just a Matter of Time
Don’t Look There
Nothing to See Here
Cedric Song #1
New Decade Shorts
You on Ice
Super Bowl XLVlll (48)
Orange Crush Bottle in the Snow
Heart Attack Snow
Black Snow
To Catch the Light
Continue with Me
Mixed Signals
Prism
Driven by it
Her Missing Face
Bad Dream at Dawn
Fragments of the March
Mad March World
The Serial Deviationist
Of texture and Color
Last Day of Winter
See Cedric
Kees left in Ignition
Happens Every Spring
The Edna Variations
After You’re Gone
On The Feast of St. Anthony
Pentecost Sunday
Short Dog Sunday
My Mother, The Daily News and the 4th Dimension
Rage
Pop Just told me
Birth Mark Sister
Two Funerals
Night Nip
Spring Fragments 2010
The Confessional Train
In an April Moment
The Missing Thread
Dali Dreams
One Shitty Spring Fragments 2011
That Little Red Car
Hammer on a Budget
Gender Blender
Haunted by Women
Hit the Road Jack
The Sure Thing in the Missing Link
Disassemble
May Fragments 2009
Don’t Ask
Back Fence Neighbors
Another Memorial Day
Summer 2/6/1996-6/30/2011
V Formation
Creative Sentencing
The Old Man’s Fault
Double Nickel Refections
It’s Kidde Pool Time
Corn Flake
Summer Fragments 2010
Behind this rain curtain
Dwindling Shadows of June
Manhattan Partitions
Two Sets of Books
Matinee Idol
End of July
Trophy Poet
Silent Sound
Sound Light
The Celestial Butterfield
There Never Will Be… .
Unhaunted
But Not Today
But not Today
You Must Fight it
Still Swinging
First Light in Syracuse
Fall from the Clouds
October Pages 2009
Seen
Bright
October Older
This Other wheel
The Glow over the Bone Yard
October Nocturne
Mid-October Series 2010
Cedric Song #2
Dreaming of Them
First Touch of
Fall Fragments 2011
The Colleagues Talk
Inter-Dimensional Coordinator
Taken out in the American Trash 1471 1st Ave. NYC Halloween 10/2010
After Irene
Arrangements
Maybe Some Novocain ?
Past Between
One Night in York
The Hardening
Along the Road
Insisting Cedric
When you Open Me
Sometimes Grief
Each substance of a grief hath twenty shadows.
William Shakespeare
The writer who cares more about words than about story—characters, action, setting, atmosphere—is unlikely to create a vivid and continuous dream; he gets in his own way too much; in his poetic drunkenness, he can’t tell the cart—and its cargo—from the horse.
John Gardner
Storytelling is healing. As we reveal ourselves in story, we become aware of the continuing core of our lives under the fragmented surface of our experience. We become aware of the multifaceted, multi-chaptered ‘I’ who is the storyteller. We can trace out the paradoxical and even contradictory versions of ourselves that we create for different occasions, different audiences… Most important, as we become aware of ourselves as storytellers, we realize that what we understand and imagine about ourselves is a story. And when we know all this, we can use our stories to heal and make ourselves whole.
Susan Wittig Albert
The end of an ox is beef, and the end of a lie is grief
African Proverb
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Cover Art
Krupa
By
Vincent Quatroche Sr.
And thank you M
PREVIOUS WORKS
Another Rubber Eden 1997
Attitude House 2002
Greetings From Gridville 2006
Cyberstein 2007
The Terrible Now 2009
Short Dog Stories 2011
FORWARD
The title for this collection of prose and poetry came to me in the late Spring of 2011 during an ensuing period of significant change and a series of disappointing struggles with some of the more harsh realities of life. The passing of my Father on Easter Sunday was hardly an unanticipated event. His decline was (for the most part) mercifully brief and he left the earth with loved ones present, in his own home and quite peacefully. The rituals of saying goodbye were observed with the usual decorum and to be honest? That part of dealing with the inevitable demise of life of a beloved father was actually a quiet sort of sad comfort in the memory of a good man and vibrant artist. I thought I was adjusted to that.
Not so. What ensued on a personal level was a real old fashion shit storm of confusion, doubt, despondency and loss. Normal you say? To be expected? Perhaps. On the surface maybe, but such a world of chaos descended that it virtually affected every aspect of my life. And then one late Spring morning after teaching a class at a local community college a phrase resounded in my mind as clear as a bell. Sometimes grief-barks of the wrong tree. It was a revelation really. Surely not an answer to anything, merely a sort of internal realization. A recognition.
I was in fact grieving, angry and ashamed that my intense personal feelings of sadness and loss were not wholly directed to my Dad being gone. No. I was furious the world with all of its confusion, contradictions and uncertainties that had encroached upon what I perceived should have the appropriate grief towards my recent loss. I felt my emotional interior had been hijacked by worldly concerns. Someone or something was diverting and demanding my attention and energy towards a dead end of self centered remorse, regret and devastation.
Intellectually I accepted, (even understood) someone very close to me had left. Died. But I discovered much to my embarrassment that I was ill-equipped to deal with the more collateral damage of the off-the-rack
influence of others in my life and while it was true I once cared deeply about them, I now had to face the unpleasant truth that the relationship with them had now gone toxic and was damaging and draining my strength to move on to the next chapter of my life.
I couldn’t let it go. And the