It continues to be difficult to keep an even keel. The waters are choppy as hell these days and despite my best intentions to avoid the news there is always the radio in the car.
Then there are the endless e-mails calling me to outrage and action in equal measure.
There's the addicting enchantment of mass indignation and mud slinging on Twitter and Facebook. I so love it and I hate it. I did pretty well today until I opened the local paper to read a letter posted by someone panning the Women's March as a bunch of know-nothings in the thrall of Madonna threatening to bomb the White House, treasonous Hanoi Jane Fonda and Hamas loving Muslim, anti-Zionist women in hijab. Hey I support her right to opinion, but in her diatribe against leftie hate speech, she sounded pretty hate filled. And this is a neighbor in a town near by. I felt ill and still do.
But I've decided in keeping with this little blog to remember the poetry of the everyday. The beauty of the little thing. It is what was said of my dear friend Claudia who just passed. She was able to see art in a rusted nail.
Recently I heard Jim Jarmusch interviewed about his new movie Paterson about a bus driver in Paterson, NJ called Paterson who is a poet. It is a film inspired by William Carlos William's poem about Paterson, NJ. Jarmusch describes a working class guy who observes the world and writes about it. He has a simple rhythm to his life, which feeds his inner search for meaning. A delightful scene is described where he meets a little girl who reads him her poem about rain being like hair.
Just lovely. I hope to find the poetry in every day.
Words for today - Recognition, Abundance, Intuition
I called The Homeland Security Committee and actually got through to protest the AG appointment!
Then there are the endless e-mails calling me to outrage and action in equal measure.
There's the addicting enchantment of mass indignation and mud slinging on Twitter and Facebook. I so love it and I hate it. I did pretty well today until I opened the local paper to read a letter posted by someone panning the Women's March as a bunch of know-nothings in the thrall of Madonna threatening to bomb the White House, treasonous Hanoi Jane Fonda and Hamas loving Muslim, anti-Zionist women in hijab. Hey I support her right to opinion, but in her diatribe against leftie hate speech, she sounded pretty hate filled. And this is a neighbor in a town near by. I felt ill and still do.
But I've decided in keeping with this little blog to remember the poetry of the everyday. The beauty of the little thing. It is what was said of my dear friend Claudia who just passed. She was able to see art in a rusted nail.
Recently I heard Jim Jarmusch interviewed about his new movie Paterson about a bus driver in Paterson, NJ called Paterson who is a poet. It is a film inspired by William Carlos William's poem about Paterson, NJ. Jarmusch describes a working class guy who observes the world and writes about it. He has a simple rhythm to his life, which feeds his inner search for meaning. A delightful scene is described where he meets a little girl who reads him her poem about rain being like hair.
Just lovely. I hope to find the poetry in every day.
Words for today - Recognition, Abundance, Intuition
I called The Homeland Security Committee and actually got through to protest the AG appointment!
From Paterson by William Carlos Williams
The first idea centering upon the poem, Paterson, came alive early: to find an image large enough to embody the whole knowable world about me. The longer I lived in my place, among the details of my life, I realized that these isolated observations and experiences needed pulling together to gain "profundity."
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