Wednesday, August 31, 2011

interrupted by your heart




I have proved myself a diurnal incapability. It's because there are only so many things I can do each and every day: sleep, breathe, eat, wish, love. These fundamentals of our existence were once the fundamentals of our writing. At one point, or rather, for some time, poems of being in longing or being in love were the measure. I don't regret that language has become self-aware, in fact I think that is part of the goal, of universal self-realization.

At the same time, I am glad there are poets like Paul G. Maziar, who use their heads to address their hearts.

I asked Paul to edit the new issue of the newsletter, ciel de lit. It will go out in the mail today, or maybe tomorrow, which is a little late by my usual standards, but I had some stuff to do.

1 comment:

Paul G. Maziar said...

You're a real champ, Jmagic. I came here to find news on c_l and found this! Wanna tell you what a wonderful mind you got-- yesterday's reading thrilled us all. Much love. - P