No. Rather there has been so much in my life recently but so little that I'm willing to share on this public space.
What is left to share is some of the loveliness I have come across.
So first, prose. This article by Christian Wiman in The American Scholar piqued my interest,awakened my mind. He writes gently,lyrically,without a trace of mawkish sentiment, of poetry and life, love and faith. Wiman is a poet even in prose.
Below are excerpts:-
"Then I fell in love. I say it suddenly, and there was certainly an element of radical intrusion and transformation to it, but the sense I have is of color slowly aching into things, the world coming brilliantly, abradingly alive."
"I was brought up with the poisonous notion that you had to renounce love of the earth in order to receive the love of God. My experience has been just the opposite: a love of the earth and existence so overflowing that it implied, or included, or even absolutely demanded, God. Love did not deliver me from the earth, but into it"
Second, an old favourite. Poetry, what else? When my mind is roused in some way, when I am distraught or too overwhelmed with new experiences to focus on a full book properly, I crave poetry. This month,it was John Donne.
This poem, A Valediction Forbidding Mourning kept thrum-thrumming through my head.
"Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two ;
Thy soul, the fix'd foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th' other do. "
I want that.That bone deep, soul deep connection. Where you know another person so intimately that you know,instinctively how they'd react to anything. When you just know.
I want that. That kind of happiness. The laughter.The passion. A passion that would bring down all of my reason and yet, is my reason.
Poetry does that to me.
Prose, then poetry.
Then now, music. A video too, but it isn't the video that's the point here.
The point is the delicate,impish piano. The voice breathing over the keys. The intertwining of the two, lovemaking in the air.
So rich that on hearing it, I thought I could almost taste it, smell it wafting about me. When one sense is so awakened that the others come to life.