This poem could so easily not have happened. It required my being in a certain place at a particular moment and having a conversation with a stranger (the easiest thing not to do for an introvert!). Maybe being present with a child is like being present with a poem. Or maybe one is ground and the other space. I felt like a journalist when I pieced together what I could remember afterward. I like how fact and mystery can mix.
Rachel J. Bennett on "Floating" |
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"For Japan's Star Poet Tanikawa, It's Fun, not Work, at 90"
"Shuntaro Tanikawa used to think poems descended like an inspiration from the heavens. As he grew older — he is now 90 — Tanikawa sees poems as welling up from the ground. The poems still come to him, a word or fragments of lines, as he wakes up in the morning. What inspires the words comes from outside. The poetry comes from deep within. 'Writing poetry has become really fun these days,' he said recently in his elegant home in the Tokyo suburbs."
via THE WASHINGTON POST |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke (Riverside, CA) on Ecopoetry Now
"Awareness of what we are part of, an element of, an organism within, is essential to knowing oneself and one's placement. There is duty inherent to place; balance, sustenance, reciprocity, preservation, protection, beingness, belonging to or being a good guest within. Every step taken has impression. The wonder of magnitude, from dust mites to star dust all over everywhere. What is illuminating, challenging, holding instruments of knowing brings song, language, reason, purpose, poetry." |
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