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