Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Poetry, but at least it's not mine

Found this poem earlier today:

Keeping Things Whole

In a field

I am the absence

of field.

This is

always the case.

Wherever I am

I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air

and always

the air moves in

to fill the spaces

where my body's been.

We all have reasons

for moving.

I move

to keep things whole.

Mark Strand (1963)

It was on the inside panel of a CD called wherever I am, I am what is missing, by Laika. Haven't quite decided whether I like the CD yet, but quite enamoured of that poem. Sort of puts me in mind of one of my favourite songs, too:

I Love the Unknown - Clem Snide.

In other news:
Sounds OK* has a sale on, various obscure but interesting CDs for £2. Inevitably, I couldn't resist...

More music stuff tomorrow.

*second-hand record shop in Falmouth.


miss-cellany said...

That has always been one of my favourite poems:)

Once re-emerged from boxes have more of the same ilk if you might be interested...

miss-cellany said...

'Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.'

(Mark Strand) reproduced here (possibly not perfectly) by my slightly box addled mind...

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

First line of the second song on that CD:

They're moving out boxes
piled in the hall

That CD's definitely growing on me, as it goes - sort of echoey, shimmery, down-tempo chill-out.

miss-cellany said...

Looking at hallway, Ms-C nods in a knowing way, before turning up Shirley Bassey on account of lack of 'shimmery' or 'chill out' in current residence.