Descriptions of the Endless

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:




Poetry
       
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.




Naomi Mulvihill