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* an admission and the friday influence
Watermelons – Charles Simic * Green Buddhas on the fruit stand. We eat the smiles and spit out the teeth. *** So, I’m going to come clean and admit that I’m a geek about astrology. I don’t swear by it but I do check my horoscope daily and find my chart to be an interesting […]
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* Holderlin, details, and making time stop
“Poetry is the establishment of Being by means of the word” (Heidegger) *** Now there is a definition and defense of the lyric poem if there ever was one. Heidegger said the above statement in an essay on the work of Friedrich Holderlin (1770-1842). This week, at the insistence of a new acquaintance, I have […]
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* using ‘like’ and liking it
(a note on motion) The heart is a thing in motion, like the stars, like the ocean. (J) *** In early 2010, I filed for divorce. I had never thought I would get married, much less that if I did that it might not work out. Owning up to a relationship not working hurts no […]
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* milosz and some friends
Recently read an interview with Czeslaw Milosz where he says: “My motto could be that haiku of Issa—“We walk on the roof of Hell / gazing at flowers.” ” * Which speaks to the power of the short lyric poem – a haiku in this case – that it can be carried in one’s mental […]
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* a focus and a start
(winter morning by the Sandia Mountains) in the distance the peaks speak (J) ***** The phrase sensitivity to language that I have used in previous posts stems from an interview with Charles Simic in which, discussing the practice of writing everyday, he notes that by doing so one maintains “a certain sensitivity to […]
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* why america needs better poets and the countdown begun
This morning at breakfast I shared this following anecdote about Pablo Neruda: “To decorate his houses he has scoured antique shops and junkyards for all kinds of objects. Each object reminds him of an anecdote. “Doesn’t he look like Stalin?” he asks, pointing to a bust of the English adventurer Morgan in the dining room […]
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* sensitivity and an introduction
This morning as I was leaving the cafe I was stopped by one of the waitresses and asked: So, is this like your office or what – I see you come in and get lost for hours over there. Which is true: I do get lost for hours over there. Over there with scraps of […]
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