More Hirschfield while speaking about how, with poets (and all artists, I might add) "the objects of the world are made new": "This altered vision is the secret happiness of poems, of poets. It is as if the poem encounters the world and find in it a hidden language, a Braille unreadable except when raise by the awakened imaginative mind."I thought of this quote because it seemed to fit the way you have transformed an ordinary thing -- the offering of a toothpick -- into a ritual of connection, of people sharing time together: "bene" (well) and "dicere" (said). Well said!
And mine for the day is also about food, and dinner guests.while clearing out stuff my parents kept because “there’s a story there" and musing about changes and the clatter of dishessixty years of the dead –their plates stacked in the cupboards to feed relatives who no longer come for dinner
Isn't THAT all kinds of the truth?!?!
I'm always amazed by the way you guys seem to find that absolutely perfect last line. Mary Lee- the toothpick, so ordinary compared with benediction, so holy.And Steve, the dead, the plates, the relatives who no longer come. Hirschfeld and your dad are right, so, so, so many stories in objects. I'm still suffering from a severe lack of the profound. Mary Lee said that was ok, I could just collect minutes. So that's what I did again today. Three of them. "ANYTHING HELPS"that's what your sign saysI watch you shiver and wonderwhether anything could(C) Carol Wilcox, 2015"On Walking the Dog in Subzero Temperatures"happy tail never stopsnose searches relentlesslya gal could get lucky. (C) Carol Wilcox"Just in Case"Do not just drive awayGoodbye is not enough eitherSay, "I love you for always"Then smile and waveuntil he can no longer see you.(C) Carol WilcoxBackstory: This month, my family has been touched by a couple of tragedies. Over Thanksgiving Weekend, a friend I grew up with lost his wife, in-laws, and brother-in-law to a drunk driver down in Arizona. Last week, a friend of my brother-in-law was driving his family back from a basketball game and was killed when another car crossed the median and hit their car head on. Today, I was dropping my son off at work when a frozen pop can exploded in the back of the car. I was a little distracted, and just kind of said, "Bye" as he jumped out of the car. A few minutes later, I realized what I had done and had to text him to remind him that I loved him. I'm planning on seeing him again at 9, when I pick him up at the end of his shift, but who knows for sure?
I love these moments. The dog one is like the sweet center of an oreo, because the other two are dark and hard.
To my eyes and ears, Carol, these are profound because they capture a moment so well. If, as William Carlos Williams said, "everything does depend on a red wheelbarrow..." and some chickens in the rain, then these moments are at the center. Thanks!
Mary Lee, Steve, and Carol, I feel like I am listening in on a three-way conversation that is so introspective. Day to day occurrences provide food for deep thought.