Your footnote made me look up flight and hotel info to NYC, just for fun--what a cool itinerary you shared for what seems like a lovely, lovely day. I bookmarked this post, in case I ever get back to NYC and have a day to myself to do as I please. For now, it's a day trip that lives inside my imagination. Books and birds and crumbs and all. Thanks for sharing.
I'm nearly a week late reading this Stack. Perfect timing, as it happens. And, this,
'No, you cannot live in a poem. Surely not. But you can live in the space it creates in yourself.'
says perfectly what I haven't been able to articulate concisely about what I love about poetry. Thanks.
And this, I tell myself no. No, I will not buy Božičević's book of poetry discovered in this Stack (LOL) I'm still reading the books I bought because of other Ordinary Plot Stacks (LOL).
This Stack is dangerous. It is. It is so well thought through. The selections so choice. It is hard, like hard-hard not merely, you know, hard, to resist buying another book of poetry. Oh ruin. Oh mercy. But, I am resolved. See, holding strong. Yes, yes I am resolved - well, at least until I hit POST then the magic happens and it's anybody's guess.
“And I think, too, of someone made older by the strange isolating tendency of this world, made to feel lonelier for who they are or what they desire.”
I really appreciate your direct and matter-of-fact approach, handing to passers-by a series of threads on a loom or ribbons around a maypole, and saying, Hold these; move with me. So much to think about, in such new ways, amid ongoing transformation. Thank you, Devin.
"Sometimes you get in a poem and you don’t want to leave it. Not for some silly reason. No, you cannot live in a poem. Surely not. But you can live in the space it creates in yourself." hit me like a bolt of holy lightning. Your work continues to save my life a little every time I read it (and live in the space it makes and reveals in me). Thank you.
Thank you so much for the introduction to Ana Božičević, especially "CFRN ... All it needed was a little story."
And the mention of Nicholas Roerich. Only once was I in New York City. For a week in 1983. Had not yet seen any of Nicholas Roerich's paintings but did a lot of wandering through museums and art galleries. Took the subway to Brooklyn and Greenwich Village.
I look forward to your posts on Sundays. There is vital energy here. Full spectrum of emotions. Gravity and levity.
so nice to know the Hungarian pastry shop lives on! I used to go there in the early 80's for tea and cookies. There was always someone there to read your tarot cards. The loveliest atmosphere to read, or think. And then over to V+T's for eggplant pizza.
Your footnote made me look up flight and hotel info to NYC, just for fun--what a cool itinerary you shared for what seems like a lovely, lovely day. I bookmarked this post, in case I ever get back to NYC and have a day to myself to do as I please. For now, it's a day trip that lives inside my imagination. Books and birds and crumbs and all. Thanks for sharing.
I'm nearly a week late reading this Stack. Perfect timing, as it happens. And, this,
'No, you cannot live in a poem. Surely not. But you can live in the space it creates in yourself.'
says perfectly what I haven't been able to articulate concisely about what I love about poetry. Thanks.
And this, I tell myself no. No, I will not buy Božičević's book of poetry discovered in this Stack (LOL) I'm still reading the books I bought because of other Ordinary Plot Stacks (LOL).
This Stack is dangerous. It is. It is so well thought through. The selections so choice. It is hard, like hard-hard not merely, you know, hard, to resist buying another book of poetry. Oh ruin. Oh mercy. But, I am resolved. See, holding strong. Yes, yes I am resolved - well, at least until I hit POST then the magic happens and it's anybody's guess.
“And I think, too, of someone made older by the strange isolating tendency of this world, made to feel lonelier for who they are or what they desire.”
I really appreciate your direct and matter-of-fact approach, handing to passers-by a series of threads on a loom or ribbons around a maypole, and saying, Hold these; move with me. So much to think about, in such new ways, amid ongoing transformation. Thank you, Devin.
"Sometimes you get in a poem and you don’t want to leave it. Not for some silly reason. No, you cannot live in a poem. Surely not. But you can live in the space it creates in yourself." hit me like a bolt of holy lightning. Your work continues to save my life a little every time I read it (and live in the space it makes and reveals in me). Thank you.
Thank you so much for the introduction to Ana Božičević, especially "CFRN ... All it needed was a little story."
And the mention of Nicholas Roerich. Only once was I in New York City. For a week in 1983. Had not yet seen any of Nicholas Roerich's paintings but did a lot of wandering through museums and art galleries. Took the subway to Brooklyn and Greenwich Village.
I look forward to your posts on Sundays. There is vital energy here. Full spectrum of emotions. Gravity and levity.
Wonderful. A turn of phrase, a change of view. Thank you so much.
Thank you for leading us so softly to this magic!
♥️🍪
so nice to know the Hungarian pastry shop lives on! I used to go there in the early 80's for tea and cookies. There was always someone there to read your tarot cards. The loveliest atmosphere to read, or think. And then over to V+T's for eggplant pizza.