Monday, October 5, 2009

“I can think farther than that but I forget”

That’s the fifth line of Merwin’s “The Nomad Flute” (continuing from my previous posting, last month).

In this stage of my life, I have an inner-directed sense of living well, not very decorative—a good sense of thriving, I feel, but unattached to its materiality (or lack of it). I'm not an imagist.