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.
4 comments:
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...
'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...
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.
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.
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