|I knew when I started this project -- some days, some weeks would be like this... |
every day for a year...
days I don't want the news -- when all I want is poetry, as this, it seems to me, is one of the ancient forms of salvation before us. In China, the Monks are caring for the people -- the victims of the storm... the people who have lost everything are swimming to find the Monks... if the news is our connection to the passing of events and of our lives, there must still be more ancient forms of communication and refining that tell a deeper truth...
|by Robert Pinsky|
". . . our language, forged in the dark by centuries of violent
From The Want Bone, published by The Ecco Press. Copyright © 1990 by Robert Pinsky. And the Poets.org