Not Poems, But Patterns.

Hello from Montreal, where I've spent the past three days eating French fries in hot gravy, reading (this, currently), and standing ankle-deep in snow. I've been meaning to post a POV or Weekend Note since yesterday, but amid the distractions of a city so lovely that even a 10-degree day can't mask its charms, I've managed to produce only a few scatter-brained sentences. (Another lesson learned as a writer: sometimes you just can't force it.)

So I thought I'd share words by someone else — words that I stumbled on recently and loved. They're from Eileen Myles's The Importance of Being Iceland: "I hope you all find yourselves sleeping with someone you love, maybe not all of the time, but a lot of the time. The touch of a foot in the night is sincere. I hope you like your work, I hope there's mystery and poetry in your life — not even poems, but patterns. I hope you can see them. Often those patterns will wake you up, and you will know that you are alive, again and again."

See you Monday.


  1. okay, next you have to read "all the light we cannot see" or "the orphan train." okay. bye.

  2. so lovely, your blog is such a delightful read, always leaving me pondering in the best way possible :)

  3. Park Lafontaine? I hope you enjoyed :)

  4. So.much.snow. I hope you are staying warm and enjoying your snow globe world!

    Eileen Myles was a professor of mine in college. I love her work, but haven't revisited it in a while, so this post was a wonderful reminder. Thank you :-)



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