"A name should be taken as an act of liberation, of celebration, of intention. A name should be a magical invocation to the muse. A name should be a self-blessing."
Wooldridge asks us to name ourselves and to explore who we were, who we are now, and who we see ourselves becoming. She encourages us to be open to strange and interesting words and images (and combinations of images). In one example, one of her students called himself "tossing helium dream." Another called herself "hot-hipped black woman" and "seaweed."
Here is my attempt at the exercise:
My name was once Onion Skin.
I left sheer sheath flakes between the leaves
of books and in wrinkled flannel sheets,
sweaty marks on the palms of your hands.
Today people call me Andromeda,
keeper of spirals and light.
I make no sound and leave small traces
of silver dust.
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What are your names? Use one or two of these starters to write your poem:
my real name is...
yesterday my name was...
tomorrow my name will be...
secretly I know my name is...
my name once was...
Feel free to post your poem here. Have fun!
Art piece above by Courtney E. Putnam: "Offering," mixed media collage