I'm reading Circle's Apprentice by Dan Beachy-Quick, rather slowly, I think because I'm trying to take in his impressions of Emerson's philosophy. Sometimes it's interesting to read poetry while thinking about philosophy. Sometimes it's interesting to think about philosophy while looking at a lake, like Thoreau did.
A view from the backyard at my parents' house, where I grew up, tells the story of my poetic obsessions. Yes, there's the apple tree. Yes, the reflective lake and moody sky. Yes, even the clipped lawn. I drove instead of taking a flight again this summer. It's a long 12 hours from New York, … Continue reading Homing
I noticed this flower in Battery Park last weekend after visiting the Poets House's annual showcase of every volume of poetry published this year in the US. The photo is my metaphor for the roomful of books-- brilliant, flame-hued beauty with its roots around the stones in the fountain. I didn't really want to take … Continue reading Show
The church seems to be wearing an earring, the ornate lamp hanging over the steps. Lake Bled in Slovenia captivates its visitors with the bluest water I've ever seen, the picturesque mountain backdrop, and the free wishes granted by ringing the bronze bell inside this church on the teardrop-shaped island. According to legend, a gold … Continue reading Lakes
I didn't know we had an American version of Poets Corner. At the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine in New York, to the left near the rear of the nave, the names of our literary greats are etched in stone, along with a few of their words. On my visit yesterday, I got … Continue reading Poets Corner