Challenging times in and out.
While meeting with some poet colleagues on a collective project, we began our lunch with our hostess reading this poem by Polish poet Adam Zagajewski. And now another poet colleague has shared this blogpost with the same poem in it to my FB page. It’s a great poem. And this blogger makes a good argument for gratitude. This is my favorite quote from her post:
“Sometimes it’s just easier to be outraged than really feel how unjust it is that I have so much when others have so little. Yes, it’s definitely better to be infuriated than guilty and confused.”
Be sure you read the Zagajewski. (It’s a good way to be sure about something, if we must.) There is another choice besides guilty or confused. There is poetry.
What a tangled up snarl of a November it has been. On one hand, it is November! The trees shot forth their last bright flames before settling into winter bones. And I love Thanksgiving above all other holidays. Of course, there’s the food—daydreaming over recipes, returning to old favorites, jostling for the oven. But there is also the gathering together with no purpose other than conviviality and gratitude. A call to gratitude is about as close as we get to holiness in the secular waters where I and most of my friends swim.
And yet, there is a long shadow cast over this November. Since the brutal Daesh (let’s call them that, shall we?) rampage of November 12 and 13, the media has blanketed us with terrorism reporting. Every day is filled with news of another attack, another lockdown, another shootout. This alongside the news that an Oregon college student…
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