“Crazy” by Patsy Cline
Lying on a floral couch with blue velour pillows, I was trying to understand my mother, who was trying to understand her mother, who was trying to understand hers. Crazy I’m crazy for feelin’ so lonely crazy I’m crazy for feelin’ so blue…
There was something about Patsy’s particular heartbroken brunette-ness that resonated as I watched three generations at the card table playing gin rummy and eating pretzels with Uncle Dan’s. Later when I started to understand the tragedy of housewives and plane crashes and not being loved enough, there seemed something both historical and immediate about loneliness and the way Patsy Cline made you hear it. When Patsy’s contralto got ahold of Willie Nelson’s “Crazy” she didn’t just make you cry. What she captured and challenged was the conception of a distinctly feminized irrational, the shame of a divorcee in The Bible Belt, the loss.
Autumn Gilbert has been writing since she was eight and her dad showed her how to write a poem while he wrote one in an effort to prevent his impending divorce. She studies Psychology and Gender Studies at The New School and works at a cafe in Manhattan. Her first published poem “Powder Free” was recently featured in the 16th issue of No, Dear Magazine. She lives in Queens.
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