Thank you very much for the: Thank you very much for the validation. Today is a special for me, the fiftieth anniversary of the day I felt called to write poetry. It was a Monday, also, in 1975, and my carefully constructed world of anticipations (like being a writer of science fiction prose) had come crashing down around my bewildered head. Anyhow, the few changes I am effecting today will be permanent (given the day's personal significance) until I am called home.
It's always good when a:
It's always good when a reading has caught the paradox.
The poem points us toward silence as meaning,
but it takes words to open that door.
That tension where needing language to notice
what lies beyond language bounces off Zen and Buddhist thought.
Your reflection shows the poem did its work: it made the silence audible.
What you said about needing words to hear the silence captures the paradox beautifully.
That’s exactly the space I hoped the poem would open up.
That image of being “the:
That image of being “the body burned to heat the hearth” is definitely unsettling, but it actually gets at something real: joy isn’t free.
Harvest joy always costs something like grain has to be threshed, grapes crushed, wood consumed so that bread, wine, and warmth can exist.
The fire in Rejoicing isn’t about destruction but about transformation: what’s given up becomes light, heat, and song for everyone gathered.
It’s a reminder that celebration is born out of offering, and that what feels spent can return as shared gladness.
Wow!! This full edition is: Wow!! This full edition is incredible as tattered virgin ware stockings, ha! You really ravaged that bitch, place your bets, under the honeymoon's half-light!
Yeah, reading this back the: Yeah, reading this back the very next day, prompted primarily by your delightful comment, my God, was definitely a trip, to say the least.