Every time I ask my subconscious for a metaphor about my work, I get the image of a fertile field. I don’t bother to notice whether it’s empty or full, because it’s apparent from the image that what’s grown in it isn’t what is important. What is important is the potential of the field itself….
A new domain of psychical expansion, that is what we lack. And it is staring us in the face if we would only raise our heads to look at it… -Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, The Phenomenon of Man
I heard some amazing poetry on public radio last week. Terry Gross interviewed Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno, a poet whose daughter was murdered by her ex-boyfriend. After her daughter’s death, Kathleen wrote a collection of beautiful, poignant poems, recently published as Slamming the Door Open. One reviewer called her poems “spare, unflinching, and powerful.” I couldn’t…
Magda Cragg, speaking of her partner, the poet Lew Welch, said: He made space around you, so you could grow.”
The Poetics of Space is the title of the current book I’ve been captivated by. Not captivated by the book itself (I’ve barely begun to read it), I’m captivated by the subject: space. The Poetics of Space. I wish I’d thought of that title. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been enchanted by…
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