Sunday, November 04, 2007

Unsettles Complacency

"Poetry unsettles complacency. It refreshes the familiar by dissolving the encrustation of cliches." --Robert Pinsky, "Poet's Choice"

Pinsky excerpts from Reed Whittemore:

A certain gravity,
A solemn pose denoting
Grief well-borne
Is probably correct.
At parties be reserved.
Restrain the raucous chuckle
And the dirty joke.
Drink less,
Incline to thoughtfulness,
And dance, dance
Those melancholy tunes.


TiAnKa said...

Hi Theresa,

Much to much time has passed since I came by to linger upon your words. What a pleasure it is to return to where I can trace your daily thoughts with my feeble mind. Only something is missing...Where are your wonderful art creations?

I miss seeing these imaginative works of art that enabled me to sneak a peak at the inside woman. Are you still making art? Or has teaching taken your time away from this type of creativity?



Anonymous said...

Nice. Teagrapple



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