Cheshire coxing for a senior boat at Head of the Charles.
Believe it or not, I have been journal writing a lot this month and yet I’ve been unwilling to bring anything to the point of posting and publishing.
I read a poem every morning curtesy of Joe Riley and his email list called Panhala. (I can’t find a working link for the site but a subscription request might be here: firstname.lastname@example.org.). I took up this habit about 8 years ago because I never liked reading poetry and it seemed that all the work I was doing and the people that I was working with valued poetry and always had something inspirational to read to begin meetings. At that time, I also remembered that I had promised myself to read poetry (and also Proust) in my old age, assuming as I did when I was very young and callow, that deep understanding would be mine by the time I reached oldladyhood. Somehow I came across Joe Riley’s work of sending out daily poems and I subscribed. I deleted many without even a read when my email inbox got overwhelmingly full and I stopped in the middle of reading many times because I just didn’t get it; however, little by little, over the years, I have come to some understanding of poetry. And I now envy poets, like painters, who can say so much, move so deeply with a minimum of words. It is not my talent, as this long paragraph attests to, but my appreciation grows with every verse I read. Continue reading