Baying at the Moon
It’s the Moon’s day . . . and the heat returns to TulseyTown after a brief respite . . .
Alison Luterman, a fave poet of mine, recently posted an excellent piece online at Rattle. “Mockingbirds” is her metaphor for the not-a-debate debate. I don't usually use the term “must read” on these pages, but this one really does say it all.
Another important read (aren't they all these days?): Joyce Vance details the fraught SCOTUS Chevron decision . . .
Dates:
Diana, princess of Wales was born 63 years ago today in 1961, Sandringham, Norfolk, England.
Yesterday:
Poet Czeslaw Milosz was born in 1911 Szetejnie, Lithuania
And, In 1936, Margaret Mitchell's novel Gone with the Wind was published.
There was a time when only wise books were read,
helping us to bear our pain and misery.
This, after all, is not quite the same
as leafing through a thousand works fresh from psychiatric clinics.
And yet the world is different from what it seems to be
and we are other than how we see ourselves in our ravings.
. . . The purpose of poetry is to remind us
how difficult it is to remain just one person,
for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors,
and invisible guests come in and out at will.
. . . poetry . . . should be written . . . only with the hope
that good spirits, not evil ones, choose us for their instrument.
– Czeslaw Milosz
Copy that, Bayo . . .
If my work is about anything, it is about gesturing towards the miraculous. About meeting the unmet, the unspeakable, the non-legible thing that scoffs at words and yet welcomes the wordsmith to try his craft. – Bayo Akomolafe