Suitabilities and possibilities.
The New Yorker (April 5, 2004)
posted by Dr. S at 12:03 AM
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- Dropping a bull.
- To sleep, perchance to dream.
- And I saw a bird fly away...
- Another one joins the world!
- I never promised you a rose garden.
- An abstract feeling of geography and voyaging.
- If you can't make your mind up, we'll never get st...
- The joy of cooking.
- A door. A gate. A door.
- Seeing spots.
5 Comments:
there is something terribly wrong with me. I don't like poetry. If you read it to me, I get it. But I can't read it to myself.
Except Mary Oliver. Thank you!
There's nothing wrong with you. I also have to hear most poetry to love it. I can get it on an academic level--can teach it, can turn it inside out and see how it works and even spot some of its beauties. But if I hear it, I often get enraptured.
But this poem turned up in the New Yorker at the end of a semi-rotten year and I loved it right away and now I have it back, so I wanted to share. Glad you liked it too.
okay... this isn't strictly a comment, but the wife and i think dr. s rocks. hooray for you!!!!
Oh, thanks, kids! I appreciate that. I do my best to keep on rocking, as you know.
(I whispered this poem to myself this AM at my desk before starting my day. yeah, you rock.)
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