Image of the Day: How you can somehow internally feel the snow melting slowly, hear the birds singing new spring songs, and bask as the sun burnishes snow banks.
What I'm reading: Women, The New York School, and Other True Abstractions by Maggie Nelson. Nelson, who wrote Bluets which was so incredible. This book is just as incredible: Her study on the painter Joan Mitchell, who said, "I want to paint the feeling of a space," and also, "painting never ends, it is the only thing in the world which is both continuous and still" (20 and 22 respectively).
What I'm writing: in my journal, descriptions of the endless snow and its endless changing.
How I'm feeling: sore throat, stuffy head, snot-filled nose.
What I'm waiting for: next week, on Spring Break!!!
What I'm gonna do on said Spring Break: create my own writing residency....
What bird I recently saw: Bufflehead merganser.
What poem to read:
Child of a lighthouse keeper and a firewatch,
conceived in a wordless encounter
at a rest stop—
1 part flywheel, 8 parts resraint—
luminous with near-disaster,
says, Don't try to mirror this
world of nothing-is-as-it-seems.
Set down no word. Says, by means
of a searching pause
I mistake for an intimate nod,
Step inside the caution tape.