“Poetry does not disguise itself as a solution. it will not take you to the place that saves your life. but it will awaken you to the sheer aliveness of the attempt.”
It’s funny , people who profess they do not like poetry. If they only realized that many of our favorite musicians , those who write their own songs. Their lyrics are poetry put to music.
Oh, I think poetry most definitely can save a life . You have given us a beautiful compilation of thoughts . Truthfully, you have invested your time to save a few lives.
I love listening to an ordinary day--for its singular poetry, its music. And the echoes of this letter will keep sounding for me through multiple readings. Thank you, truly.
What a beautiful writing by @ars poetica . Hat’s off!
“…listen for the covert interior echo cast…”
I certainly believe that all poetry is co-created. A poem always has two faces. The poem as it is written and the poem as it is read.
One speaks to the writer and the other one to the reader.
The poem which has found its way to the reader, has landed somewhere inside them. The reader should be attentive to it, for the poem is shedding light on something, which in the end, is the gift itself found in the poem.
i know i'm going to read this again and again... i know you already write so much for us but i wish i could hear from you every day. thank you. i cried
There is so much here to steep in. Poetry as a "directional tool" a "call to attention". Widening the scope from poetry and inner life to the outer world, "pay attention" is generally an admonishment to be careful more than to look closely, be attentive. Even the most commonplace, when given attention, becomes unusual, unique. "...poetry's insistence in directing our attention...it's reverence for the miraculous minutiae of our lives." Directing, not with answers. Rilke's oft quoted line comes to mind.
"...learn to love the questions themselves..." Or as you said "...a radical faith in the beauty of our questions." Oh the desire to notice it all, without asking why.
It's been a few years now that I have delighted in the company of Rimbaud to Mary Oliver. Dickenson
to Kinnell - Whitman, Szymborska, P. Smith, Pessoa. At 75 I hear the call to attention daily. Sometimes
its overwhelming. Poetry may not have saved my life, but my life has surely been changed by it.
For all this essay contains, thank you. It will join your other pieces in my own gazofilacio.
I am in the face of a flame to greatness. I do not apply that word lightly or nonchalantly. The inner life has always fascinated me more so. I remember reading poetry books when I was younger and naive which defied my own understandings. I feel as though verse speaks in a way that cannot be interpreted as just random words on a nameless page. I am attracted to human aspects of poetry. It might be observing or seeing a new day in a different lightness or watching the cherry blossoms erupt in various shades. Nature is paramount behind these literary giants such as William Carlos Williams or even fellow Tauruses like myself in Shakespeare or Roy Orbison. Poetry is difficult and complex much like how we love deeply and madly in our personal relationships. Thank you for this brilliant glimpse. I feel as though my body and soul are intertwined now. The physical and spiritual ends have intersected and scattered life's seeds. I look forward to exploring my own center for a harvest of fresh, organic ideas.
I adore how you love the questions themselves. like rilke wrote: Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
and ironically of all definitions that might be parsed what IS a poem, or consists of poetry all those details you light on here with this language and structure
lightly like winged pollinators missing nothing that nourishes, gives and receives life 💥✌️🙏
Incredible. This had made me want to read more: do you have a reading list you could share with us, Ars? There are so many gems always in your stories.
This wasn't what I expected to read this morning, and I'm very much surprised in a good way. I love your unique insight and how it's scaffolded with your deep reading. Poetry is the love of my life. I think back to the person I was before I started to read and write poetry, and I don't think I understood life at all then. Poetry helps me to make sense of this human experience. So, I guess you could say that poetry has brought me to life, while before I was asleep.
I've been told i am a Seeker of sorts. I've been curious and introspective since childhood. There is much to admire in the Universe. The mysteries doth fascinate me. I believe in things most folks would scoff at. I am open to the endless possibilities. Questions will always tug at my elastic heartstrings. I suppose that in a new digital revolution, I am more traditional and sensible. My style of poetry is steeped in the old vernacular. I am less than impressed with the Taylor Swift variety and pop star mentality.
deeply human, deeply touching, and so profoundly beautiful. thank you for sharing these thoughts with us, for planting these seeds, thank you.
and thank you for watering them, nurturing them, casting them in light 💗🦋🌙
Thank you.
Poetry helps to remove the cataracts from our eyes.
it decalcifies our most tender membranes. thank you for being here 💗🦋
“Poetry does not disguise itself as a solution. it will not take you to the place that saves your life. but it will awaken you to the sheer aliveness of the attempt.”
It’s funny , people who profess they do not like poetry. If they only realized that many of our favorite musicians , those who write their own songs. Their lyrics are poetry put to music.
Oh, I think poetry most definitely can save a life . You have given us a beautiful compilation of thoughts . Truthfully, you have invested your time to save a few lives.
your words are precious. thank you for paying attention. 💗
I love listening to an ordinary day--for its singular poetry, its music. And the echoes of this letter will keep sounding for me through multiple readings. Thank you, truly.
that’s no ordinary day— that’s music. thank you for being awake to it 💗
This touched me so very deeply. Moved to tears. Thank you so.
oh thank you, little voice. I hope you could keep some of it in your pocket… 🌙✨
What a beautiful writing by @ars poetica . Hat’s off!
“…listen for the covert interior echo cast…”
I certainly believe that all poetry is co-created. A poem always has two faces. The poem as it is written and the poem as it is read.
One speaks to the writer and the other one to the reader.
The poem which has found its way to the reader, has landed somewhere inside them. The reader should be attentive to it, for the poem is shedding light on something, which in the end, is the gift itself found in the poem.
thank you, Antony. your words are precious… I hope you keep casting those echoes. I’ll wait for them as the water does a stone.
i know i'm going to read this again and again... i know you already write so much for us but i wish i could hear from you every day. thank you. i cried
oh thank you, little voice. you moved me across distances 💗
Your finest work... Oh my god.
I can't wait to hold your book one day.
thank you, little voice. I hope one day you can hold that too. 🌊💗
There is so much here to steep in. Poetry as a "directional tool" a "call to attention". Widening the scope from poetry and inner life to the outer world, "pay attention" is generally an admonishment to be careful more than to look closely, be attentive. Even the most commonplace, when given attention, becomes unusual, unique. "...poetry's insistence in directing our attention...it's reverence for the miraculous minutiae of our lives." Directing, not with answers. Rilke's oft quoted line comes to mind.
"...learn to love the questions themselves..." Or as you said "...a radical faith in the beauty of our questions." Oh the desire to notice it all, without asking why.
It's been a few years now that I have delighted in the company of Rimbaud to Mary Oliver. Dickenson
to Kinnell - Whitman, Szymborska, P. Smith, Pessoa. At 75 I hear the call to attention daily. Sometimes
its overwhelming. Poetry may not have saved my life, but my life has surely been changed by it.
For all this essay contains, thank you. It will join your other pieces in my own gazofilacio.
thank you for these beautiful words.
“when you arrive at the very bottom, you will hear knocking from below,” wrote the Polish poet Stanisław Jerzy Lec.
I like to think of questions like that— as a destination that reveals another path. 💗 limitless. free.
I am in the face of a flame to greatness. I do not apply that word lightly or nonchalantly. The inner life has always fascinated me more so. I remember reading poetry books when I was younger and naive which defied my own understandings. I feel as though verse speaks in a way that cannot be interpreted as just random words on a nameless page. I am attracted to human aspects of poetry. It might be observing or seeing a new day in a different lightness or watching the cherry blossoms erupt in various shades. Nature is paramount behind these literary giants such as William Carlos Williams or even fellow Tauruses like myself in Shakespeare or Roy Orbison. Poetry is difficult and complex much like how we love deeply and madly in our personal relationships. Thank you for this brilliant glimpse. I feel as though my body and soul are intertwined now. The physical and spiritual ends have intersected and scattered life's seeds. I look forward to exploring my own center for a harvest of fresh, organic ideas.
I adore how you love the questions themselves. like rilke wrote: Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”
light to you, little voice. 💗🐝❤️🔥🕊️
Beautiful
thank you, little voice. ✨
marvelous
and ironically of all definitions that might be parsed what IS a poem, or consists of poetry all those details you light on here with this language and structure
lightly like winged pollinators missing nothing that nourishes, gives and receives life 💥✌️🙏
depth of
appreciation must now be a poem
and like a little pollinator, I hope your heart remains a hive humming 💗🐝
I’m going to say this to remind me why I really do this thing called poetry.
I hope that each day unfurls for you as a gentle reminder. 💗
Incredible. This had made me want to read more: do you have a reading list you could share with us, Ars? There are so many gems always in your stories.
I really feel very changed. Thank you.
as you always are. thank you, little voice. 💗
This wasn't what I expected to read this morning, and I'm very much surprised in a good way. I love your unique insight and how it's scaffolded with your deep reading. Poetry is the love of my life. I think back to the person I was before I started to read and write poetry, and I don't think I understood life at all then. Poetry helps me to make sense of this human experience. So, I guess you could say that poetry has brought me to life, while before I was asleep.
I've been told i am a Seeker of sorts. I've been curious and introspective since childhood. There is much to admire in the Universe. The mysteries doth fascinate me. I believe in things most folks would scoff at. I am open to the endless possibilities. Questions will always tug at my elastic heartstrings. I suppose that in a new digital revolution, I am more traditional and sensible. My style of poetry is steeped in the old vernacular. I am less than impressed with the Taylor Swift variety and pop star mentality.