Why I Eat Nothing on Thanksgiving Day

Why I Eat Nothing on Thanksgiving Day

The hunters give
thanks
the only way 
they know:
    

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On Thanksgiving Day.

What do the deer give thanks for?
And the gun?
And the bullets?
Do they all thank the barrel
and the hammer
and the powder?
The hunters give
thanks
the only way 
they know:
    

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On Thanksgiving Day.

The quiet thanks the ‘blam’.
The violation thanks the flesh.
The vulture thanks the offal remains
And round and round the thanking goes

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On Thanksgiving Day.

The deer’s dead eyes
thank the nothingness
that springs from the bullet’s thanks
that rifled through the air
who in turn is grateful for
its having passed
and all goes back 
to the mind 
that thanks the world
the only way it can.

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On Thanksgiving Day.

 

Thank you, hunter,
on this Thanksgiving Day.
Thanks for the death and doneness
that gives you
so 
very 
much.
I give you thanks. 
Bitter, 
wretched
tasty 
thanks 
from the bottom of my 

 

 

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On our Thanksgiving Day.

B Gr8full

A new book, Poems of Gratitude edited by Emily Fragos, recently floated across my RSS reader.  Sometimes these collections are just the same old shuck and jive poems regurgitated to make a quick buck, but this one isn’t. So many reasons to be grateful.

Below you can see the Table of Contents for the collection:

While there are generous helpings of old poetry war horses here, I found this counterintuitive poem about praise and gratefulness compelling and from a poet I was utterly unfamiliar with, Adam Zagajewski.

This brings me to my purpose in this post. I am trying to create a ‘gratefulness’ project using Hypothes.is and the tag, #gratefulpoems.  You can annotate this poem above using Hypothes.is.  If you use the #gratefulpoems hashtag then you can find all of the gratefulness at this link in Hypothes.is.  I hope folks take that grateful outpouring and remix and mashup even further.

I am thinking that folks might use this Table of Contents embedded above as a jumping off point to share more of the poems in Hypothes.is  so that we can create a rhizomass, a great tangle of poems with gratefulness at their beating heart.  The responses to the poem will be what they will be, but I suspect they will be powerfully connected, evoking a ripple outward.

American Thanksgiving is, of course, the undercurrent that drives me, but also American complicity in making the world a less than thankful place in Yemen and Syria and the thousand other anthills we are kicking in the world.  I want a countervailing American force of positive energy.  Naive, yes. Then let me naive.  Join in. Be grateful. Let that energy break over the swamp and cleanse it and you for the holidays at least.

Here is poem I wrote in the spirit of gratefulness.

Learning Is Not an Instrument. Learning Is. Newsletter, November 19, 2017