This is part one of a three-part essay composed at Naropa’s Summer Writing Program in 2016 by Avren Keating, OmniVerse staff writer.
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He dies one year after my grandfather’s birth, it is 1919, leaving my great-grandmother to raise a family alone.
They live in Springfield, Massachusetts.
It is the Prohibition. The point is: they live through this untimely death.
At this point in the story, the United States government has banned the manufacture and sale of alcoholic beverages. Celia, my great-grandmother, becomes a bootlegger.
This story is about survival: it’s about family, but it’s also about home.
I love his eyes. They are little larger than what he sees.
Our eyes have become voracious like mouths.
I just knew they had to be silent… the pain is not out in the room, the pain
in ourselves is invisible, inside ourselves.
–– Bill Viola
Poiein: to make. No matter the numerous etymological routes, one arrives at to make. The emphasis is not on the maker. The maker: the poet, though active, is not the action. The making is the thing. The all-important thing: performing a range of possibility.