Three things that broke my heart wide open today.
1) Hearing Rilke poems on the radio, read by Joanna Macy. The wealth of feelings that sprang up in my chest, my throat, my mind caught me by surprise.
“Is not impermanence the fragrance of our days.”
~Rilke, from interview with translator Joanna Macy
Just bought that translator’s version of The Book of Hours. Even the introductions moved me.
2) Listening to Tift Merritt while driving through blue-sky highway. Makes even New Jersey look sweeter.
Verse 3 from “Oh Virginia, No One Can Warn You”
You don’t know it yet with your brand new kiss,
You don’t want to stay here and live like this.
The worst I could do, oh, what would I be,
If I kept for mine something better than me
Oh, Virginia, no one can warn you.
Oh, Virginia, I have tried to.
When the winter comes, how the cold moves through
Oh, Virginia, nobody can warn you.
3) This face.
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Living in New York you have many places in Soho where on certain night each week they hold open mic nights. Most of the time you can hear great poets. It’s a great way to relax at the end of a day.
Thank you for sharing this.
Sir John
Johnny,
Thanks for the tip. You’re right. There are wonderful places in the city to hear poetry and readings. I wish I got out more after work than I do. Maybe when the kid gets older.