The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.
Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made
is star-stuff too?
– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –
dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.
Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.
Monday, 24 July 2017
'The activity of writing has been a vital one for me; it helps me make sense of things and to continue. Writing, however, is an offshoot of something deeper and more general... We read and reread the words of the original text in order to penetrate through them, to reach, to touch the vision or experience which prompted them.' (John Berger, Confabulations)
'Poetry can save your life.' (Adrienne Rich)
'Although a poem arises when there's nothing else to be done , although a poem is a last attempt at order when one can't stand disorder any longer,
although poets are most needed when freedom, vitamin C, communications, laws and hypertension therapy are also most needed,
although to be an artist is to fail and art is fidelity to failure, as Samuel Beckett says,
a poem is not one of the last but one of the first things of man (sic).
... It is against emptiness. A poem is being as against emptiness.' (Miroslav Holub, Poems – Before & After)
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