Cozy inside, this winter day, I'm writing about noble stags, travelers in search of seeds and bulbs, a Raphael drawing, a magic bestiary, flannel, words.
image: Just around the corner II
poetry&prose
creative ramblings & reverie
Cozy inside, this winter day, I'm writing about noble stags, travelers in search of seeds and bulbs, a Raphael drawing, a magic bestiary, flannel, words.
image: Just around the corner II
Writing in the water, writing on the sky . . . always, writing with light.
image: Gaston La Touche, Night Party at Versailles
James Merrill wrote in his memoir, A Different Person (1993), about visiting a doctor about his depression, saying that he didn't know how to live or how to love, he just knew how to write a poem. The doctor, he said, "listened closely, then acted with undreamed-of kindness and dispatch. 'Come with me,' he said, in a flash ushering me out of his downtown office and onto the back seat of a smart little pale-green motorscooter. I put my arms, as instructed, about his stout, gray-suited person, and off we went in sunlight, through traffic, under trees, past architecture, over the muddy river to lunch." (The Writer’s Almanac, 3/3/3)Our hope is that this collection of writing will give readers the same je ne sais quois that brief but immense lunchtime voyage gave us—encouragement for going on; inspiration to do something simply good for ourselves each ordinary day; a smile; a moment of respite or recognition; time out from global numbing; a pause for weirdness, wonder, and delight. We want to share what gives us pleasure or some keener satisfaction putting down as well as picking up.