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.