Ursula K Le Guin Anger And Hatred

   Ursula K. Le Guin   (October 21, 1929 - January 22, 2018)
Ursula K. Le Guin (October 21, 1929 – January 22, 2018)

The racism, misogyny, and counter-rationality of the reactionary right in American politics for the last several years is a frightening exhibition of the destructive force of anger deliberately nourished by hate, encouraged to rule thought, invited to control behavior. I hope our republic survives this orgy of self-indulgent rage.

🌹Ursula K. Le Guin (October 21, 1929 – January 22, 2018) In Memoriam. From you I learned to love Dragons, to respect and honor death, and to believe in Magic, always. Thank you for the wisdom you share.🌹

John Ashbery On Poetry

   John Ashbery   (July 28, 1927 - September 03, 2017)
John Ashbery   (July 28, 1927 – September 03, 2017)

I don’t quite understand about understanding poetry. I experience poems with pleasure: whether I understand them or not I’m not quite sure. I don’t want to read something I already know or which is going to slide down easily: there has to be some crunch, a certain amount of resilience.

Rainer Maria Rilke On Love

   Rainer Maria Rilke   (December 04, 1875 – December 29, 1926)
Rainer Maria Rilke (December 04, 1875 – December 29, 1926)

To love is good, too: love being difficult. For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation. Love is at first not anything that means merging, giving over, and uniting with another (for what would a union be of something unclarified and unfinished, – still subordinate?  It is a high inducement to the individual to ripen, to become something in himself, to become world, to become world for himself for another’s sake, it is a great exacting claim upon him, something that chooses him out and calls him to vast things.

Stanlty Kunitz On The Layers

   Stanley Kunitz    (July 29, 1905 – May 14, 2006)
Stanley Kunitz   (July 29, 1905 – May 14, 2006)

The Layers by Stanley Kunitz

I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.

When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.

Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.

In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.

 

Listen to Stanley Kunitz reading his poem “The Layers“ here.