Blue Lights

Child me lit up for blue lights, wanted to ride them,
saw the freedom to break rules and drive fast.
Missed that they’re arrest lights – police and cardiac;
find fear; lose liberty; run away with life.

I don’t want to ride the blue lights any more.
Blue is for skies and ribbons, for eyes and summer dresses.
The blue lights drain colour from our faces;
presage loss; predict shorter life; pin sadness in each flash.

I don’t want to ride the blue lights any more
and I don’t want you to either.

 

April 9, 2017

“Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.” — Robert Graves
XKCD

(this unusual XKCD does not embed, please click to be mesmerised by it)

☆ Writer’s Almanac

Over the weekend I realised how much pleasure I get from listening to Garrison Keillor each day with his small but perfectly formed “Writer’s Almanac” podcast.I’m also a fan of the Lake Wobegone podcast, but the Writer’s Almanac is a different, more thoughtful creation.

Catching up with a few days, I heard (among many other fragments) a deep and thoughtful poem about death and relationships as well as fascinating biographical background about American poet Mary Oliver. If you love poetry, enjoy literature or just take a delight in serendipity, it’s well worth subscribing.

♫ Mary Oliver Poetry Reading

I was delighted to have found a video of my favourite poet Mary Oliver reading her own poetry at the Lensic Theater in Santa Fe, New Mexico on August 4, 2001.

[blip.tv http://blip.tv/play/AYHa0S0C%5D

The video is also available for download, and there is also a video of an interview with Coleman Barks. A great and beautiful gift, thanks Wikipedia (where I found it).

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