Provenance, and living and living

“September”, Alexis Sears

A third poem for September so far. None of us will last forever. Someday, maybe soon, everything will ache a little less.

A Joan Didion quote that I think is the struggle much of the time:
I’m not telling you to make the world better…I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. And how nontrivial that can feel. I equate to some extent with the idea of buying in.

From Cheryl Strayed: Acceptance is a small, quiet room. Have you sat in it? And long enough?

“Quintessence: the Quotidian”, Chen Chen

A new poem of Chen Chen’s, which reminds me in title of the Ars Quotidia poem I just posted yesterday I think.

“Two-Headed Calf”, Laura Gilpin

I’ve seen this one a few times, and how beautiful.

“Meditations in an Emergency”, Cameron Awkward-Rich

This is one of my very favorite poems. I just realized looking it up that this is the title of one of Frank O’Hara’s poetry collections. How good, provenance. And the person who taught me that word.