A blessing upon your grieving heart: life without grief is life without love. Our tears honour those we have lost and our memories of them are more precious than jewels.
Condolences on the loss of your aunt. Sending you gentle care in your time of grief. Otherwise, I love everything in this post. It’s been a long time since I wrote poetry: I couldn’t see the telos in it. But your dance with unknowing calls to something in me. Love the poem about dancing.
"The inferior bronze weaponry of the heart" fight on in this low,winding and "fugitive" channel of yours. In such a flashing up of rembrance, She remains, unbowed. Nice.
Hey Andrew, it is also strange to have physically made this sword, for the poem's metaphor to be real and enriched by being able to feel the 'weaponry of my heart' as it hangs near my bed in my room. The scabbard is simply-sewn home-tanned leather, and not as good as I could make it now. The handle should probably be shaved down a touch and re-bound. But oh the heft of it! It's like knowing when I say to a loved one, 'we are friends', that I truly know it by how it feels in the hand, weighty, solid, deft. Not as shiny and sharp as some, but still, a treasure.
Thalweg, so strangely familiar but still I had to look it up, again. Alongside accepting the forgetting that comes with ageing comes the joy of rediscovery!
Your mixing, blending, grinding, refining and catalysing of words flows naturally
Watching the Adam Curtis documentaries for the first time, thanks! We are thinking more and more like machines everyday. A perfect example of the left brain’s reductionism in Gilchrist’s The Master and his Emissary.
A blessing upon your grieving heart: life without grief is life without love. Our tears honour those we have lost and our memories of them are more precious than jewels.
Caroline, I’m sorry to hear of your loss and deeply appreciate that you honoured your beloved aunt’s memory with us here this morning. Sad times.
Respect and thanks for the poems in the pause.
Condolences on the loss of your aunt. Sending you gentle care in your time of grief. Otherwise, I love everything in this post. It’s been a long time since I wrote poetry: I couldn’t see the telos in it. But your dance with unknowing calls to something in me. Love the poem about dancing.
"The inferior bronze weaponry of the heart" fight on in this low,winding and "fugitive" channel of yours. In such a flashing up of rembrance, She remains, unbowed. Nice.
Hey Andrew, it is also strange to have physically made this sword, for the poem's metaphor to be real and enriched by being able to feel the 'weaponry of my heart' as it hangs near my bed in my room. The scabbard is simply-sewn home-tanned leather, and not as good as I could make it now. The handle should probably be shaved down a touch and re-bound. But oh the heft of it! It's like knowing when I say to a loved one, 'we are friends', that I truly know it by how it feels in the hand, weighty, solid, deft. Not as shiny and sharp as some, but still, a treasure.
Having the poetics of that edge pass through both mouth and hands in a making must be synergistic business. Salut that.
Thalweg, so strangely familiar but still I had to look it up, again. Alongside accepting the forgetting that comes with ageing comes the joy of rediscovery!
Your mixing, blending, grinding, refining and catalysing of words flows naturally
through time
and space
My spirit flows silently and subtly
in the subterranean carriers
below your grief and offers up
from the darkness
a chalice
of soft light
I wish you peace and comfort as you grieve.
So sorry for the loss of your beloved aunt, Caroline. My heart sends you peace. ❤️
Watching the Adam Curtis documentaries for the first time, thanks! We are thinking more and more like machines everyday. A perfect example of the left brain’s reductionism in Gilchrist’s The Master and his Emissary.
I'm so sorry for your loss! I wasn't reading emails the last few days and only just opened this one. May she rest in peace :(
Thanks Joumana. We believe she is now at peace.