the kite and the whale
Reading “The Kite” by Marcella Durand. Feeling resistance (not uncommon for me encountering a poem). The parentheticals are distracting, I’m wondering why use them, what are they for. I can’t stop thinking about Moby...
Reading “The Kite” by Marcella Durand. Feeling resistance (not uncommon for me encountering a poem). The parentheticals are distracting, I’m wondering why use them, what are they for. I can’t stop thinking about Moby...
Reading about earthworms. It is a complicated story, with peregrines, cosmopolitans, arboreals, exotics, and the usual combination of fright and hope for the future. Wondering about the equivalent of earthworms in poetry. A fertile...
Listening to a podcast featuring B. Alan Wallace. Interesting to note Wallace’s view that psychology after William James has stigmatized the “personal” as completely unreliable. Contrast behaviorism as strictly viewing external behaviors and denying...
If I didn’t like poetry, and liked pruning, I might compare poetry and pruning, but as it is, pruning seems to involve a battle resulting in the sudden, violent death of very large entities....
I visited Poet’s House at the new location in Battery Park City. It was a beautiful afternoon, cool, sunny and breezy along the waterfront. I had time to walk and was stress-free enough to...
Two photos of a wall, layered. One with a prism-induced rainbow, the other with primer.
Feeling I was too cavalier and quick to dismiss Bonvicino yesterday. Typical dumb American, unwilling to open to another language – that was part of it. Also, the thought of wondering why am I...