Hi, Poetic Outlaws. I'm Cuban and I still learning english, so I hope to write this best that I can. I'm literature and poetry's lover and most of all your posts. Seriously, i enjoy very much. I do my best for read them. Thanks for everything
Timely! Today I teach my workshop - Fearless Writing - Poetry and Prose, to
15 people I have never met. Why and how we write...an enduring question and lesson even I need to learn and repeat each and every day. Set the table. Invite and embrace silence. Let it speak. It shall. Truly.
After a 36-hour email fast, this was the first piece I read over the "electric wire". You can find more of Wendall Berry's sentient wisdom in his essay, 'Why I Am not Going to Buy a Computer'.
And here all along I have felt the Muse and something raw, beautiful, ugly and/or awful that had invaded and disturbed the deepest levels of my being spawned every poem that came out of me as if it had to.
Oh, Berry: "There is not only peacefulness, there is joy. And the joy, less deniable in its evidence than the peacefulness, is the confirmation of it. I sat one summer evening and watched a great blue heron make his descent from the top of the hill into the valley. He came down at a measured deliberate pace, stately as always, like a dignitary going down a stair. And then, at a point I judged to be midway over the river, without at all varying his wingbeat he did a backward turn in the air, a loop-the-loop. It could only have been a gesture of pure exuberance, of joy — a speaking of his sense of the evening, the day’s fulfillment, his descent homeward. He made just that one slow turn, and then flew on out of sight in the direction of the slew farther down in the bottom. The movement was incredibly beautiful, at once exultant and stately, a benediction on the evening and on the river and on me. It seemed so perfectly to confirm the presence of a free nonhuman joy in the world." <3
Understanding the silence is so important. I work in music production and like mixes with lots of "air" - room for silence. Insufficient silence and you cannot appreciate the notes.
“Shun electric wire”
What to be made of the modern day tech prisons we now have….
Hi, Poetic Outlaws. I'm Cuban and I still learning english, so I hope to write this best that I can. I'm literature and poetry's lover and most of all your posts. Seriously, i enjoy very much. I do my best for read them. Thanks for everything
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Timely! Today I teach my workshop - Fearless Writing - Poetry and Prose, to
15 people I have never met. Why and how we write...an enduring question and lesson even I need to learn and repeat each and every day. Set the table. Invite and embrace silence. Let it speak. It shall. Truly.
This poem has absolutely made my week. I think I'll write about it in my Substack, ha!
After a 36-hour email fast, this was the first piece I read over the "electric wire". You can find more of Wendall Berry's sentient wisdom in his essay, 'Why I Am not Going to Buy a Computer'.
There are no unsacred places ...
And here all along I have felt the Muse and something raw, beautiful, ugly and/or awful that had invaded and disturbed the deepest levels of my being spawned every poem that came out of me as if it had to.
I think that's what he's saying, in essence. But I love the way you put it too.
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Oh, Berry: "There is not only peacefulness, there is joy. And the joy, less deniable in its evidence than the peacefulness, is the confirmation of it. I sat one summer evening and watched a great blue heron make his descent from the top of the hill into the valley. He came down at a measured deliberate pace, stately as always, like a dignitary going down a stair. And then, at a point I judged to be midway over the river, without at all varying his wingbeat he did a backward turn in the air, a loop-the-loop. It could only have been a gesture of pure exuberance, of joy — a speaking of his sense of the evening, the day’s fulfillment, his descent homeward. He made just that one slow turn, and then flew on out of sight in the direction of the slew farther down in the bottom. The movement was incredibly beautiful, at once exultant and stately, a benediction on the evening and on the river and on me. It seemed so perfectly to confirm the presence of a free nonhuman joy in the world." <3
“patience joins time
to eternity”!
"Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment."
Wendell Berry will have to doubt my judgement.
‘a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came’ Yes. Of course, one hopes it disturbs something!
So many thoughts after reading this poem.
"make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came. " WOW just W O W !!!!!!
Thomas Chatterton had such a tragic, short life. But his words...beautiful.
Wendell Berry is still alive living on a farm in Kentucky.
I was referring to Chatterton, but nice to know Berry is alive and well.
Understanding the silence is so important. I work in music production and like mixes with lots of "air" - room for silence. Insufficient silence and you cannot appreciate the notes.