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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.

7 comments:

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

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

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  3. Park Lafontaine? I hope you enjoyed :)

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  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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