Wednesday, March 11, 2015

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



Math Woes

You can read all about my math woes in this new poem here at Whale Road Review .  And read all the other fabulous poems!