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every moment is two moments
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every moment is two moments been in bed with the flu and i sound like some old clunker when i talk...........no lauren bacall sexy for me...just hack, a word, hack, a word..... since i have been largely without speech for 4 days, words seem rife with power to me. and so when i started to reread Anne Michaels' Fugitive Pieces, i felt such passion for this work. michaels is a poet but this is a novel....her first and one sees the poet throughout. her words are not casual... ever. the protagonist is Jakob......a boy who escapes after the nazis kill his family and is rescued by a greek scholar, a geologist who hides him, teaches him and breathes life back into the emptiness of the 's loss. Jakob cannot love easily or without fear but when he does love........listen to these words as he watches his wife... "how beautiful the blood's pull towards trust, the warm weight of the sleeper entering her orbit, pulling towards me, fragrant, heavy and still as apples in a bowl. Not the stillness of something broken, but of rest." another line.....when he speaks about his writing poetry... "the moment when language at last surrenders to what it is describing" - does that not remind you of the quartets??? one more... "...springs stirs like a young woman after her first night of love, adrift between an old life and a new." christylovesfun wrote about whitman....beautifully...thank you for making me not feel silly about writing this. poetry is such an indulgence in some ways.......interpretation solely yours. but the art of using words to evoke a response is never more crystalline. there is lots of junk out there....but when you find a poet that resonates with your soul......it is like coming home....you keep shaking your head in wonder. saying, "exactly, exactly." what a joy. another book - tangentially about poetry.....annunciation by gilchrist. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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great images, WE. I am not a poet .. but I appreciate great images
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10/2/2009 7:55 pm |
I hope you're feeling better, we... what a wonderful way, though, to spend your time...reading something with such beautiful words...thank you for sharing them with us.  hugs, ce  "All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you." - Judith Crist, crack film critic
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If you're still hackin', WE, try a hot toddy. Two fingers of your favorite bourbon, a tsp. of lemon and a tsp. of honey. Stir. Then heat in your microwave. Drink it down whether you like it or not and then go to bed. By mornin', you'll be in tip top shape!
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I will look for that book at my library! It sounds amazing. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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