"To progress in life you must give up the things you do not
like. Give up doing the things that you do not like to do. You must find the
things that you do like. The things that are acceptable to your mind." -
Agnes Martin
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She Considers
the Dimensions of Her Soul
Young Smith
(Mrs.
Morninghouse, after a Sermon Entitled,
"What the Spirit Teaches Us through Grief")
"What the Spirit Teaches Us through Grief")
The shape of her soul is a square.
She knows this to be the case
because she sometimes feels its corners
pressing sharp against the bone
just under her shoulder blades
and across the wings of her hips.
At one time, when she was younger,
she had hoped that it might be a cube,
but the years have worked to dispel
this illusion of space. So that now
she understands: it is a simple plane:
a shape with surface, but no volume—
a window without a building, an eye
without a mind.
Of course, this square
does not appear on x-rays, and often,
weeks may pass when she forgets
that it exists. When she does think
to consider its purpose in her life,
she can say only that it aches with
a single mystery for whose answer
she has long ago given up the search—
since that question is a name which can
never quite be asked. This yearning,
she has concluded, is the only function
of the square, repeated again and again
in each of its four matching angles,
until, with time, she is persuaded anew
to accept that what it frames has no
interest in ever making her happy.
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To Be Continued: A Parable Samuel Hazo
It's like a
play.
Or rather
the revival of a play in which
you're still the main character.
The set, the lighting and the stage
are what they were, but not
the cast.
Different actors
have the roles that other actors
acted when the play first
ran.
You make comparisons
but then accept the differences
as given.
Somehow you only feel
secure in character but alien
to all the others on the stage.
Their names will keep on changing
as the run resumes with younger
people in older roles.
The script
will stay the same.
You know
your lines by heart but try
to say them in a different voice
each night.
The other actors
say your character and you
are one.
Sometimes this seems
a sentence, sometimes a challenge.
Either way you keep on playing
your part.
Or rather
the revival of a play in which
you're still the main character.
The set, the lighting and the stage
are what they were, but not
the cast.
Different actors
have the roles that other actors
acted when the play first
ran.
You make comparisons
but then accept the differences
as given.
Somehow you only feel
secure in character but alien
to all the others on the stage.
Their names will keep on changing
as the run resumes with younger
people in older roles.
The script
will stay the same.
You know
your lines by heart but try
to say them in a different voice
each night.
The other actors
say your character and you
are one.
Sometimes this seems
a sentence, sometimes a challenge.
Either way you keep on playing
your part.
You have no
choice.
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Choice
of attention—to pay attention to this and ignore that—is to the inner life what
choice of action is to the outer. In both cases, a man is responsible for his
choice and must accept the consequences, whatever they may be. W. H. Auden
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Legato
Mary
Cornish
(Italian:
bound)
As when a crow flies up from a field, the sky
accepts the weight of birds.
The crow's shadow falls to earth, and earth
accepts the shadow as if it were a house or tree.
Roots go down, blind as moles
and as eager. And in the house, each day
light moves across the bed.
accepts the weight of birds.
The crow's shadow falls to earth, and earth
accepts the shadow as if it were a house or tree.
Roots go down, blind as moles
and as eager. And in the house, each day
light moves across the bed.
Even with you gone, light moves on the bed
and I wake up. There's an arc
between the living and the dead, as when
a crow rises from a field, sun on its back.
and I wake up. There's an arc
between the living and the dead, as when
a crow rises from a field, sun on its back.
Below, the shadow moving.
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Once the realization is accepted that even between the
closest human beings infinite distances continue to exist, a wonderful living
side by side can grow up, if they succeed in loving the distance between them
which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky. Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters: 1910 – 1926
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We deduce that accepting an initiatory task is more
important than succeeding or failing at it. Robert Bly, in Iron John: A Book
About Men, p. 54
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