This was in my mind when I awoke today, dunno exactly where it came from but I suspect it’s because I’ve been reading Mary Jo Salter’s A Phone Call to the Future: New and Selected Poems:
One’s life is
a hive of debts
of gratitude
humming to one another
their unexpected linkages
as interest grows
I blogged about Chris Lydon’s interview with Mary Jo Salter back in May, and it’s still worth a listen.
Revere (be it one person or more than one, hardly matters) is always worth reading, and is pretty sure to please either because (1) my own sentiments are more clearly expressed than I could manage myself, and/or (2) some new vista of the world’s complexities is opened and eloquently articulated, and/or (3) something is brought to my attention that I’d otherwise never have given house room. And just because “Public Health” is such a broad and vital canvas… Anyhow, today’s On being inspired by the preface of a philosophy book quotes at some length from Michael Dummett’s Preface to his Frege: The Philosophy of Language (1973/1981) –a book I’d never have picked up, let alone read the Preface to. Revere’s posting sucked me right in, and occasioned a cascade of thoughts, memories, mental asides, and personal resolutions for the future (among them: always read the Preface…). Can’t ask much more of a blog posting, can you?
via KlezmerShack:
No need to go anywhere until late afternoon
It’s been like this for several hours: howling snowstorm outside, band of sleet just off shore, rain out to sea. Hard to say how much is on the ground, what with the drifting.
Nice big heaps of logs by the stoves, and the plow will arrive sometime in the morning. No worries.