What poetry knows
Friday, October 21, 2011
My friend Nazie.
Well, I could leave it at that. Just: My friend Nazie.
But I have more to say. My friend Nazie and I have known each other nearly the whole of our adult lives. Architecture brought us together. A magazine. Her love of beautiful things, her ability to find them, share them, her commitment to living a complete life. The conversation between us sometimes slow and sometimes quick, but never ending, always reviving.
Today Nazie sends me this link to Marie Howe's interview with Terry Gross. Maybe you will have the time to listen, and if you do not, this fragment:
Well, I could leave it at that. Just: My friend Nazie.
But I have more to say. My friend Nazie and I have known each other nearly the whole of our adult lives. Architecture brought us together. A magazine. Her love of beautiful things, her ability to find them, share them, her commitment to living a complete life. The conversation between us sometimes slow and sometimes quick, but never ending, always reviving.
Today Nazie sends me this link to Marie Howe's interview with Terry Gross. Maybe you will have the time to listen, and if you do not, this fragment:
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die. The most mysterious aspect of being alive might be that — and poetry knows that.I took the photograph above while at a client site, waiting for an interview to begin. That is my Schuylkill River. That is the sun on her back. Read more...
