Thanks (again) for these poems—all of which were new to me—and for your thoughtful and perceptive articulation of the questions and connections that arise in your mind as you read them. I sometimes find myself wondering whether the time I spend on reading and writing poetry is time that might be better spent doing something—anything?—else. You make the case FOR very eloquently, in this post and in so many of your others. I particularly loved the way you pose this question: "...what is more attentive than looking, and looking, and looking again at the world and seeing not the absence of what you wanted, but rather the thing or idea that has come to fill the space of your desire."
So many of my favorite people and ideas in one place: this poem, Gabrielle, Turrell, the generosity of paying attention, the reimagining of what life can be. A gorgeous reflection on an equally gorgeous poem.
Thank you, as always, Devin. This morning your words are helping me look out of grief and see it re-imagined, to see into grief, see into love, and see grief as love. Your words matter, over and over. I'm so grateful.
That scorpion poem by Kelly just up and grabbed me. Astonishing! Thanks as usual for being faithful to looking and making space and being surprised. And loving.
"... I think of James Turrell’s Skyspaces — these fixtures of art where Turrell, in some ways, structures the way we view light ..."
Thank you for mentioning your visit with your wife to James Turrell's Skyspaces which work in the way poetry structures the way we view the world. Your weekly essays are sublime. A labor of love. Much appreciated.
I've discovered you today thanks to Priscilla Stuckey's stack. Thank you for inspiring me to look deeper, and read and write more poetry again. It is truly transformative, and there's something that touches me deeply about how it still (more than ever) matters, with all we are facing.
Thanks (again) for these poems—all of which were new to me—and for your thoughtful and perceptive articulation of the questions and connections that arise in your mind as you read them. I sometimes find myself wondering whether the time I spend on reading and writing poetry is time that might be better spent doing something—anything?—else. You make the case FOR very eloquently, in this post and in so many of your others. I particularly loved the way you pose this question: "...what is more attentive than looking, and looking, and looking again at the world and seeing not the absence of what you wanted, but rather the thing or idea that has come to fill the space of your desire."
Thanks so much, Bruce. Yes, a thousand times over, to the time spent reading and writing and looking.
So many of my favorite people and ideas in one place: this poem, Gabrielle, Turrell, the generosity of paying attention, the reimagining of what life can be. A gorgeous reflection on an equally gorgeous poem.
thank you deeply, Lane! appreciate you reading & sharing.
Thank you, as always, Devin. This morning your words are helping me look out of grief and see it re-imagined, to see into grief, see into love, and see grief as love. Your words matter, over and over. I'm so grateful.
thank you so, so much, Emily
That scorpion poem by Kelly just up and grabbed me. Astonishing! Thanks as usual for being faithful to looking and making space and being surprised. And loving.
It’s such a wonderful poem! Thank you for reading.
"... I think of James Turrell’s Skyspaces — these fixtures of art where Turrell, in some ways, structures the way we view light ..."
Thank you for mentioning your visit with your wife to James Turrell's Skyspaces which work in the way poetry structures the way we view the world. Your weekly essays are sublime. A labor of love. Much appreciated.
Thank you, Amanda!
I've discovered you today thanks to Priscilla Stuckey's stack. Thank you for inspiring me to look deeper, and read and write more poetry again. It is truly transformative, and there's something that touches me deeply about how it still (more than ever) matters, with all we are facing.
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