Mourning for Paris – and for us all – I turn once again to Jan Zwicky, looking for hope in dark times … Prelude There is, said Pythagoras, a sound the planet makes: a kind of music just outside our hearing, the proportion and the resonance of things – not the clang of theory or the… More Lament
This vicious attack on freedom is not only aimed against Paris. It’s aimed against us all, it is an attack on humanity. THESE MAD ACTIONS HAS TO STOP!
…a boat is just a boat, or?
Every morning I receive a poem from Poem-a-Day. When I read Lola Ridge’s “Altitude”, I believed it to be written by a contemporary poet: . I wonder how it would be here with you, where the wind that has shaken off its dust in low valleys touches one cleanly, as with a new-washed hand, and pain… More Altitude
Perhaps – – the truth depends on a walk around the lake …
I’m still reading Zwicky. There are no words to describe how heartbreakingly beautiful her poetry is, but here is an excerpt from The Geology of Norway, just to give you an idea – a sense of her voice: . The afternoon blue light in the fjord. Did I tell you I can understand the villagers? Being, I have… More The Geology of Norway:
I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don’t know where it will take me, because I don’t know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I’m compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social… More Singing softly –
Thinking in love with coherence I have been spending my day reading Jan Zwicky. The following is an excerpt from an interview with Zwicky made by Jay Ruzesky in 2008. from “The Details: An Interview with Jan Zwicky”: … lyric poetry, interests me a lot. And if it’s OK to shift the focus a little, I can try… More On lyric poetry:
PRACTISING BACH for performance with Bach’s E Major Partita for Solo Violin, BWV1006 Prelude There is, said Pythagoras, a sound the planet makes: a kind of music just outside our hearing, the proportion and the resonance of things – not the clang of theory or the wuthering of human speech, not even the bright song of… More Jan Zwicky