Today is Poetry at Work Day.
I can pinpoint almost the exact time I became aware that poetry inhabited the work I di.
In the fall of 1981, I was working as a corporate speechwriter. Our overall organization (100+ strong) was attending the annual Public Affairs conference, an off-site retreat. It was late on the first night and leisure time; many were watching movies, playing cards, or simply chatting.
I was talking to one of our out-of-town colleagues; he was known as “difficult” to our bosses, which translated as “he’s so competent he makes the rest of us uncomfortable.” He had a first-rate mind; he was a first-rate communicator.
We were talking about writing, and then speechwriting. I told him that I knew that speechwriting was where I belonged in my career.
“How serious are you?” he asked.
“Very serious,” I replied. “It’s where I belong, for lots of reasons.”
“Then I’ll send you the instructions manuals,” he said, and wouldn’t say anything more.
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Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.