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In this episode, I reveal some inspirations and talk about the value of poetry as protest, the worth of women and mothers, and how the myths of Henry David Thoreau and Adam Smith support cultural gaslighting.

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This is Unbridled Expression and  I’m your host Kymberlee della Luce.  Every Wednesday we talk about art culture  creativity and whatever else we’re curious about.  Thanks for listening and if you like it, please do subscribe and share.   Hello everyone this is  Kymberlee. Today’s show is going to be pop poppin about poetry and i’m excited to share!  So it’s all poetry today. uh and it’s well, it’s not all poetry.  It’s poetry and Feminism.  Feminist poetry I guess I would say. I was very inspired by the final closing episode of Dickinson last week and saw so much of myself  in her, especially on the last on the last show.  She’s talking to the flowers and talking to the  bees and just really connected, you know?  

My favorite people are connected that way including myself.  Yeah I said it.   I like that about myself and I love it when people feel and express their  connection to the life around them and so often the people that do that in my life are not just women but people who are very connected to the 

feminine to the all-encompassing sort of juicy, flowing aspects of life that that the, uh, you know, immanent—the indwelling parts of life and the  poetry that I love tends to be connected in that way as well so that’s why poetry.  Inspiration.  Um a few years ago my son read this book  by Fridrick Erlings called Boy on the Edge.  It’s a beautiful book—I highly recommend it—and in it he says, “It’s important to spread poems over all  the places where something bad has happened,” and  that really speaks to me.  It spoke to me  then it speaks to me now in terms of how  it is that poetry makes me feel better.  How it is that if it doesn’t make me feel better because sometimes it is honest and crushing. At the very least it makes me feel connected and understood somehow.  

That book made me feel inspired and poetry makes me feel inspired Dickinson’s life—Emily Dickinson’s life—makes me  feel inspired.   I was also very inspired by this  poem from my daughter, Alexandra Variano, that I ran  across. Alexandra is a writer and an actor and is so filled with life and deep seeing and knowing.  She published this poem on her blog in 2018 and I ran across it the other day and so I thought  I would share it with you.   It’s so beautiful,  it’s called “Blackberries”:  

We rode off the beaten path

(As we tend to do),

Looking for nothing but peace and freedom from the bumpy road.

And as usual,

We found the sheltered secrets:




Just waiting to be devoured.

This tradition is the trend of our time together.

We stumble endlessly upon beauty

And the fruits of the Earth.

Our winding conversations

Sweep us through infinite fields

Of crackling summer grass,

And carry us along on the soft sea breeze.

We wade in deep waters,

Dipping our feet into possibilities for the future –

Daring to dream –

To imagine something different.

I wouldn’t have it any other way

Between she and I, though.

She tirelessly pulls me

Through the fog of my limitations,

Transforming it into a glittering mist,

Magical and refreshing.

The shimmering spray

Paints me with a new coat that is brighter

And filled with wisdom.

It seeps through my skin,

Changing me on a molecular level,

And planting the seed of hope

For the next generation.

When I was young,

We used to pick blackberries with my Grandmother.

The scent was just as sweet,

But the vines more tangled.

The small, secluded field was our own Secret Garden,

Tucked away behind her humble, but homey house.

In this little corner of my Grandmother’s world,

The air was fresh and clear,

Not smogged by cigarette smoke

Or stale whiskey breath.

How could I know the depths of her dark history,

When my head was nestled among the brambles,

My hand outstretched,

As if they could carry me toward the plumpest prize.

I am part

Of a powerful matriarchal line.

We are a bunch of



Soft-skinned women,

But we have each,

At some point,

Neglected our power.

We have silenced our own voices,

Turned the other cheek,

Rather than standing up

And speaking our truth.

My truth is buried beneath my skin.

It is in the lives

And experiences of

My Mother

and Grandmother

and Great-Grandmother

and the women before them I never knew.

I wish I had taken the time

To talk with my Grandmas,

To show interest in their lives –

Before they ended.

But for now,

I am blessed with the Light that is my Mom.

And I won’t take that for granted.

I won’t waste a second

Of our precious Time.

So I didn’t read that to you because  of all the flattering things it said about me although it is nice.  I read it  because it so encompasses it so um elucidates the feeling that I have every  day about being a mother in this world.  What it doesn’t elucidate is sometimes  how hard that could be  (or maybe it does).  Maybe that’s the unspoken truth that she  mentions but this time, this time in human history 

is a time when we are finding our voices and  our power.  Not just my matrilineal line but women and other marginalized folks are finding our  voices and our power and it is gut-wrenching some days and it’s liberating and empowering other days.  

You know I ran across this piece of paper this morning on my desk it’s like a little note I wrote  to myself that I got from someone else.  It says  “does this empower, create, and uplift?” and that’s so subjective or seemingly so subjective. Often as women or people of color or any other  marginalized person starts finding their voice there’s a an impulse from others to try to  shut it down to try to smack it down and say, oh how dare you! don’t say that it’s, you know, hashtag not all men—that kind of thing.  

That like, if we’re saying this thing happened to me, this thing happened to me, then the person that was responsible for making  it happen wants to deny the truth of it because they—and let’s face it often he—doesn’t want to  acknowledge it.  Doesn’t want to acknowledge that that’s what happened, doesn’t want to acknowledge  the pain that perhaps he caused or they caused and so if i’m speaking my truth, if my daughter  is speaking her truth, if any poet anywhere feels that they have to hide their truth  or sort of obfuscate their truth within words, you know, metaphors, so that  it’s more palatable for other people that’s okay and maybe that is preferred sometimes, but I don’t think it always has to be that way.  I think that we’re at a time when our words—whatever they ar—we know they have power and we know that we can push through and  create positive change because of those words.  

I love that poet Muriel Rukeyser writes: “What would  happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.”  So let’s  talk about the truth of a mother’s life. In the book Doughnut Economics by Kate Rayworth  she talks about the the sort of—I’m putting this in air quote—the the “father” of modern day  economics Adam Smith and how he was extolling the power of the market and noting that, “…It is not  from the benevolence of the butcher or the brewer or the baker that we expect our dinner but he  forgot to mention the benevolence of his mother Margaret Douglas who had raised her boy alone  from birth,”  (single mom, single mom, big ups for Margaret Douglas the mother of Adam Smith who had raised her boy alone from birth!) “Smith never married so he had no wife to rely  upon nor children of his own to raise so at the age of 43 he began to write his opus The Wealth of Nations.  He moved back in with his cherished old mum from whom he could expect  his dinner every day but her role in it all  never got to mention in his economic theory and  it subsequently remained invisible for centuries as a result mainstream economic theory is  obsessed with the productivity of waged labor while skipping right over the unpaid work that  makes it all possible as feminist economists have made clear for decades.” So that’s a really good  uh jumping off point or maybe just a really good connecting point for the overall conversation that  we’re having on this podcast about the way that art is reflecting culture but maybe it’s not  always reflecting the full spectrum of culture.  

That’s what Iloved about “Dickinson”, that it showed  the way that the mother was obsessed with, you know, doing the housework and how that’s where she got  so much of her her sense of worth but how that, you know, towards the end of the show—spoiler you  can fast forward if you haven’t watched it yet—towards the end of the show she became fatigued  about that and started to question that and that there were a lot of questions being asked  in the show including the way that Thoreau—when he was, you know, writing um at Walden Pond had a similar  experience of having, you know, supposedly he was off in a cabin by a lake writing his his you know  beautiful work and thinking his deep, deep thoughts while his mother and his sister would do his  laundry and bring him food. So often the narrative, the narratives that we see get you know sort of  carved up, right?  They get like it’s like no we’re just gonna pretend like that didn’t happen  and we’re just gonna imagine that perhaps you know these these people that are doing these  wonderful things are just I don’t know magically making everything else happen I don’t know  what everyone thought uh Thoreau was eating but um you know it’s not like he was talking about  the contributions of the women in his family who were helping him and that’s that’s a real problem. 

And you know it’s okay to talk about it right?  Like that that’s how things are going to change but  more importantly what I hope is that we can be inspired to be the protagonists in our own stories.  I can say that as a mother I, you know, single mom raising my my children it would have been really  nice to have the society around me my co-parent and just generally-speaking have  compensation and acknowledgement instead of derision which is something that  especially single mothers get . Or just, you know,  just being ignored I mean that, that is the if  we can’t see ourselves in the stories around us then we feel like we don’t matter and that’s  just not true.   We absolutely matter. We are

not here to be the, the, you know, sort of uh…supporting cast in the in the lives of all the the men and their heroes’ journeys that that  is no—at least that’s now what I am here for and i’m imagining if you are listening to  this podcast you might feel the same way.  

And if you don’t feel that way please allow me to plant that seed of a question and what would it look like for your life to um be free for  you to feel seen and understood. This morning my daughter gave me a thank you for the  smallest little thing that I had done and I realized that t—just in that moment—it sort  of healed something that, you know, her thanking me for making a phone call about something um  healed the times when I’ve done all of the emotional labor and all of this behind the scenes  work not only without compensation but also without recognition. And this time in my life seems  to be bringing me more of that kind of recognition a little bit by little bit.  It feels really good and  so if you’re not getting that in your life I hope that you find your way to it.  That’s my wish  for you.  It’s always my wish that people feel seen in their wholeness for how they  wish to be seen for their contributions, for their unique spark in the world.  That to  me is the most amazing feeling in the world to have someone really see what you’re  doing.  And certainly we can do that for ourselves but you know we also kind  of need it from others (at least I do). 

Let’s also talk just for a moment about  value as it relates to women and women’s art. In Michael Findlay’s book The Value of Art, he says  “Like currency the commercial value of art is based on collective intentionality there is no intrinsic  objective value no more than that of a hundred dollar bill human stipulation and declaration  create and sustain the commercial value.”  He also says, “All works of art have  the potential for commercial value, social value, and essential value but  none of those values are constant; all are enhanced or diminished by the fluctuating  mores and tastes of different times and cultures. So okay, great Michael Findaly, I’m sure that’s true.  I do like to argue these kinds of points, of course,  because there’s a context that’s often missing  when we talk about value.  And sexism and misogyny are problematic as it relates to anything  that comes from a woman being valued.  Now i’m not the only person to talk about  this but I am talking about it right now. How often do we see that you know that any story , any story being told especially stories for young people so often have it’s not just for young  people what am I saying how often do we see stories being told where the main character is  a man or a boy and all the supporting characters are, you know, people of color or women or the moms  or whatever it is even someone like you know Billy Eilish when I Iwatched her—first of all please  know that I love Billy Eilish ,this isn’t about Billy Eilish it is about the way that when i  watched the documentary of her sort of come up and coming on Apple  earlier this year they were  following her around on her tour and you could see her—you know so she was homeschooled—you  could see her family with her there and you could see how fatigued her mother was and why  could I see that? Because I’ve experienced it.  

Mothers get used in families and by  society as free labor and we’re expected to take, you know, do the bake sales and, you know, cart  kids around, be the taxIdriver and certainly not not every you know woman or mother does  those things but often that’s the case and if you’re more inclined to do things  that are maybe not quite as you know uh in the home um but you still want to be a  mother it’s a it’s a difficult situation. So my point isn’t to be whining about being , about you know being a mother I have found being a mother very fulfilling as it relates to my  children but being a mother in the United States at this time in human history has been fucking  exhausting.   There is no other way of saying it and I know I’m not the only woman going through  this I know that there are women right now who are, you know, homeschooling their children  or were during the pandemic or still are and are also working full-time or trying to take  care of, you know, their their elderly parents uh all kinds of things are happening where  women are just being run ragged and without compensation and certainly quite often without  recognition.  So I hope if you’re hearing this and you are a mother that you feel  recognized even if only in this moment  and if I have anything to say about it we will  see a lot more representation of mothers doing all kinds of interesting things and being compensated  and being witnessed and recognized. 

So let’s keep talking a little bit about the poetry that comes  from women and marginalized people in general but right now we’re talking about women Ihave a  book called the art of protest by T.V. Reed  R-E-E-D  and the subtext of the book is “Culture and  activism from the civil rights movement to  the streets of Seattle”.  the writer T.V. Reed says,  “Compared to the drama of civil disobedience of  sit-ins or the shock of tragic shootouts with the  police the poetic ‘dramas of consciousness raising’ described in this chapter may  at first sound quite tame…”  and then just sort of  goes on to talk about a few of the more dramatic  things then they say,  “…but to argue that poems are every bit as dramatic as these demonstrations  or as confrontations with police is to make a feminist point—what counts as dramatic has  often been defined in limiting ways based on male-centered visions of heroic performance if  the goal is to change the world there is reason to believe that publicly performed or privately read  poems have been a force as powerful as any other.”  

I read that to you as an encouragement,  as an invitation to create your poetry to write your poetry, to read your poetry, to  share your poetry, to create poetry readings, to immerse yourself in your own creative process.   It is a delight to behold what comes from within you and for me in my life finding that the people that have been welcoming of my spirit, of what comes through me and have have really celebrated my expression with  me are that, you kno,w just absolute gold in my life and I Ihope that you have that in your life  and if you don’t that you’ll find your way to it.

So we’re at this in between place between 2021  and 2022 and it’s it’s a time of fertility, it’s a time of, you know, we’re heading towards something—we’re we’re getting ready for our new beginnings and as I’ve been talking about on this podcast so  far it’s it’s also a time for for some reflection.  What’s working culturally and what is, you know,  working within our own lives and I realize as I continue with this podcast that i’m keenly  interested not only in unbridled expression of course but also finding a way to call out  cultural gaslighting and to call in the voices of people who have been feeling shut down so that we  can start feeling and being—being seen and heard—but also feeling seen and heard.  And Ii’m going  to read you this last poem which is one that I wrote way back in December of 2012. It’s just  a as a point of light in this dark, wintery time. So here we go it’s called, let this news  travel fast then.  

news travels fast these days
(too fast)

we hear of a tragedy within minutes of the happening
powerlessness sets in
and outrage
(and deep sadness)

let this news travel fast then:

i awakened moments ago in a dark room
my babies are safe in their bed
the night sky is clear and the birch tree
is stripped clean from recent storms

the gift of starshine comes gleaming through the window
(flirting a little)


I see people
checking their phones for instant updates
as though whatever is happening
on the other end of the pixelated universe
with their friends or the world
is within their control

perhaps we tune in
over there
to avoid the discomfort
of sitting with
the pain
and mess
of right. here.

let this news travel fast then:

the world is beautifully tragic
it deserves our tears
and our love
(and so do we)

there are stars outside the window
waiting for us to flirt back
and people to hold tight
(and sometimes to let go)

May the time after this moment when you hear that  poem—whenever that is for you—may it bring you,  

may the time, the days ahead bring you  whatever is most needed in your heart.  

May it bring you truth, may it bring you  joy, may joy find you until next time…

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