By the time I was done reading the poems and your essay, I was a big, gooey-warm mess, like a perfectly toasted marshmallow. Thank you for semi-liquifaction. Particularly, your paragraph which begins, "We got out of the car..." hit me like that sonic and seismic quake you describe. By the end, I believe my chin was found resting on my desk, mouth above it, still wide open somehow. I know, exactly, that feeling, that awe. I was there with you and longing to be there with you. My pile of molten gooh slumping inconveniently next to you and GF, frothing in the wind like the brine below.
Really love how you walk us through the ... blocking? I guess? of the poem, how it starts on a wide view and pans into the details. Also love how the poem then pans back out as the narrator gets separated from himself and his past life, to "watch [himself] disappear into the distance." It's a real testament to him and so many other poets writing about aging to make it sound like such a magical adventure when, at age 31, it still feels so far away. It makes me almost want to grow old?
By the time I was done reading the poems and your essay, I was a big, gooey-warm mess, like a perfectly toasted marshmallow. Thank you for semi-liquifaction. Particularly, your paragraph which begins, "We got out of the car..." hit me like that sonic and seismic quake you describe. By the end, I believe my chin was found resting on my desk, mouth above it, still wide open somehow. I know, exactly, that feeling, that awe. I was there with you and longing to be there with you. My pile of molten gooh slumping inconveniently next to you and GF, frothing in the wind like the brine below.
"we're getting ahead of ourselves" - thank you for taking us back to the moment when our eyes open wide and our hearts open wider.
Really love how you walk us through the ... blocking? I guess? of the poem, how it starts on a wide view and pans into the details. Also love how the poem then pans back out as the narrator gets separated from himself and his past life, to "watch [himself] disappear into the distance." It's a real testament to him and so many other poets writing about aging to make it sound like such a magical adventure when, at age 31, it still feels so far away. It makes me almost want to grow old?
Thanks again!
Lovely stuff. Thank you! And yes, I would happily pay big bucks to attend an infinity-themed amusement park.
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