“First all belief is paradise. So pliable a medium.”
“Our skies are inventions, durations, discoveries, quotas, forgeries, fine and grand.”
“The day pours out space, a light red roominess, bright and fresh.”
Reading this poem (as recorded above) is the one that made me want to record this as a series, to rant it to myself on a hill, to program it into my body. Ah! It’s just so good - one of those pieces of writing where I can’t quote it because I would have to quote the whole thing.
Two (?) weeks ago I began a series of 7 posts where I read aloud poems from “the weather” by Lisa Robertson. Each one is titled a day of the week - I first published Sunday, today’s being Monday… because today is Monday.
And even as I write this and re-read and re-listen I need more, I want to have it completely and fully, to always be eating it.
Promised definitions for words I did not know, copied from my Meriam Webster’s Dictionary edition 10 published in 1993.
quotidian - 1. occuring every day 2. a: belonging to each day, everyday b: commonplace, ordinary
terraqueous - consisting of land and water
catalpa - any of a genus of American and Asian trees of the trumpet-creeper family with pale showy flowers in terminal clusters
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