The
WIRE's 20th year

February 5, 2000
Islanders:
Kitty Madeson

by Anusha Shrivastava

At the tender age of eight, she was selling newspapers on the steps of a subway stop in the Bronx. She never went to college because she was "a child of the Depression." She once worked as a model for robes and negligees. She organized art auctions and career workshops because she wanted to "lead a pro-active life." A chance meeting with Eleanor Roosevelt impressed her so much that she took to public speaking for causes she deemed important. She wrote her first poem at the age of 56 and has since published several anthologies and novels.

Kitty Madeson, an intriguing 72-year-old Island resident, has many tales to tell.

Kitty Madeson Born in New York City, Kitty describes her childhood as "delightful." "It was a glorious time. I later wrote a set of 23 short stories based on it. I'm hoping to publish them soon. After I married, my husband and I moved to Washington, D.C., where we raised three children. I was involved in politics on a small scale and believed we could change the world. My husband and I had the conviction that it was possible to build a better world but gradually my idealism faded away. I realized that governments are strong and politics restricts us more than we can ever fathom. With this burnt-out idealism came a divorce. My marriage of 21 years ended and I decided to do things for myself. I worked as a consultant on many projects and supported myself."

Kitty recounts that at the age of 50, she bumped into an Australian sculptor at The Metropolitan Museum of Art. "We discussed art and sundry other things. Over time, he convinced me to move to Australia and I did. Our extraordinary relationship went on and off over a period of three years. Life in Tasmania was very different from what I had ever known. I was meeting artists and craftsmen and breathing the right air," she chuckles. "On the 11th of November, 1983, a day after my fifty-sixth birthday, I got news of the death of a very dear friend. I wrote my first poem soon after, and then felt poetry oozing out of me. By Christmas that year, I had penned nearly ninety poems."

Since then, she has written more than 500 poems, some of which have been published in anthologies titled Out of Love and Waiting in the Wings. In Waiting in the Wings, she writes:

Poems are strange creatures
they have such awkward features
they rhyme in metres
as in space
rather than in time.

Poems are like hoboes
who come to the back door
to ask for a piece of bread
but sit down to Sunday dinner instead.

The Out of Love collection came soon after her relationship with the sculptor ended. She now plans a novel about it. "I am calling it An Exchange of Gifts because that is what the relationship really was. It could not last because we had unrealizable expectations and other commitments but we did show each other a different way of life and brought out the best in each other," she says with a smile.

The romantic in her is gradually being overshadowed by the pragmatist. Holed up in a paper-filled apartment in Eastwood, she types into her computer every day. The book closest to publication is a how-to manual on using one's home to gain Medicaid eligibility. Another is a 44-page reminder on how to take care of exposed body parts such that one can age gracefully.

"My next project will be a book on parenting. I think the focus of that will be time-management. Parents try to do too much and do not enjoy their children anymore."

"I have a long lifetime full of memories that can be converted into stories. I'm aiming for a lifestyle that consists of writing a poem every day and working on all the projects filed in the bottom drawer - film scripts, unedited poems and short stories. The trick in life is to make dreams into reality and that is what I am trying to do. I try to live every day so that it has some meaning for myself - and hopefully for others."

Thus this silver-haired poet and writer walks around the Island turning over ideas in her head and putting them to paper in the hope that one day, the world will see them in print. She sums herself up best in one of her many poems - "I have no other choice but to be the woman I am."

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