Island where all becomes clear.
-Wislawa Szymborska, “Utopia”
The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space. ~Italo Calvino
Commonplace book of a teacher, poet, and counselor.
My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?
In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
thegrayprince asked: Thank you for your lovely blog! Through it you've introduced me to many delightful poets that I might never have heard of, otherwise. I have a quick question for you: do you know if anybody has ever compiled a book of poems for/about travelers/traveling? I'm planning a big trip with a friend about a month from now, and I thought that it would be nice to bring with some poetry to read and share in the quiet evenings.
I’m happy to know that you’re enjoying my blog. I’ve never seen a book about traveling though nearly any good book of poetry would work for travel. One idea that might be worthwhile would be to read the poets of whatever countries you are traveling to and see the places simultaneously through your own eyes and through the eyes of the local poets. I’m going to post your question and see if any of my friends and followers her have any ideas. Thank you for your message. ~Michael
Today is my day off and it is too-fast coming to an end. I put up something like 300 posts today—it’s been a while since I’ve done anything like that. Usually, when I post a lot, I lose a lot of followers. I know, I know…too much on the Dash, but it’s my one day off and it’s my chance to share a lot.
I was just finishing here and was amazed that I’d lost none today—a miracle! And then, right there at the end, after posting that favorite piece by Caruso…BANG! Five people finally had enough and went for the mouse. I almost feel for them.
Well, as an old writer friend of mine was wont to say, “So it goes.” But think of all the people who didn’t pop off. And the several very warm messages I received. And, not least, all the brilliant stuff I found posted here by people I follow. It was a good day for me here. Still a kind of miracle, in my opinion.
Tomorrow it’s back to work and I’ll come home too exhausted to post much. For some, Dashes free of me, this too will have the feel of a miracle. :-)
Good night from the land of Nobody.