Thursday, August 22, 2013

the conversation at lunch steered toward the fucked-upped-ness of the world.  then i stopped myself.  because there are so many good things, so many beautiful things, in and of this world.  i stare out the window and see a huge white moon.  it's presence is astonishing.  i go to run some errands and i find halloween decorations marking their seasonal appearance.  i have a beer for it is almost the weekend and the taste is hoppy, rich and delicious.  i am a man, a father, husband, employee [for we all have to have some sort of work], and poet.  i live in language and delight in it.  i am blown away by how big nick is growing.  i am humbled by my partner's eyes and how she has chosen me -- this fool -- as her mate.  i read an essay by cuban poet omar perez where he calls himself half an idiot in love with the world, and i am forced to agree, for i also identify my idiocy and love of the world.  it's not like a can help it.  i think i understand dickinson's metaphysics, how being alive is an art and wonder. 

2 Comments:

At 6:59 PM, Blogger Jim K. said...

very thrashy, wasted
knot of a world lately

meanwhile, the potential keeps
building and building

where are the explorers
who jump without guarantees?

maybe it begins with idiots
in love with the world,
with wonder

keep loving the world!

thanks for the inspiration

 
At 2:45 PM, Blogger richard lopez said...

hi jim, i hope the world does begin with idiots [me!] in love with the world. and even if if the world doesn't begin there i will still be high on words and the world. missing your voice, jim, post a poem now and then, 'kay!

 

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