What is more generous than a window?
August 10th, 2022“The Patience Of Ordinary Things”, Pat Schneider
This is positively one of my favorite poems. Such gentleness.
“Telemachus’ Detachment”, Louise Gluck
I’m generally entertained by the use of Telemachus these days, since reading the Ocean Vuong poem that includes it. The myth doesn’t compel me that much but it seems to be a good avenue for people to consider their parents in.
“Epistemology”, Catherine Barnett
Mostly I’d like to feel a little less, know a little more. And debacle.
To quote the great Chen Chen: wow i am gladdest & alivest when working on poems. everything else is bullshit
The poem is visible at the link if you ctrl-f currently, no guarantees on longevity, though are there ever? Anyhow, I thought this a nice sentiment. That’s enough for me right there. And of course, in title, it reminds me of Brian Doyle’s “Leap”, which always, ow.
Unrelated, but. Quickness and wittiness are substitute for substance and I am awfully victim. Often. Trying to make that less often. And kinda consistent with a poem I put on the other day, I was thinking about how much of my initial thinking about a person whom I like or find compelling in some way has to do with what they might think of me and such. Which doesn’t sound particularly great in general. But which is to say also that thinking of others is often just thinking of me granted through the glasses of another. Which is a nice thing, I think. Minus the part where it might obscure the other to some extent. As Pat Schneider might say (first poem), what is more generous than a window?