My Photo

Kaleidoscope Connections

Home Away from Home

Etc.

  • blog search directory

Find It

Have you read...?

Become a Fan

« NYTimes: In the Arcadian Woods | Main | Fear Itself, an Unnecessary Barrier to Hiring Veterans with Disabilities »

April 19, 2012

TrackBack

TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d8341dbac353ef0163046fe048970d

Listed below are links to weblogs that reference On Poetry as Capacity:

Comments

Elizabeth

"a design for optimism or joyless finger painting" -- I like that phrase.

I like the whole prose poem.

Good morning to you.

Leslie B.

SK, I read your playful contemplation of the morning shortly after waking up from a night’s sleep that began after putting down Samuel Beckett’s elegant, but equally playful, contemplation of twilight in “Waiting for Godot”:

POZZO: …An hour ago, roughly, after having poured forth ever since say ten o’clock in the morning tirelessly torrents of red and white light it begins to lose its effulgence, to grow pale, pale, ever a little paler, and little paler until pppfff! Finished! It comes to rest. But behind this veil of gentleness and peace, night is charging and will burst upon us: Pop! Like that! Just when we least expect it. That’s how it is on this bitch of an earth.

[Long silence.]

ESTRAGON:
So long as one knows.

VLADIMIR:
One can bide one’s time.

ESTRAGON:
One knows what to expect.

VLADIMIR:
No Further need to worry.

ESTRAGON:
Simply wait.

VLADIMIR:
We’re used to it.
(He picks up his hat, peers inside it, shakes it, puts it on.)


Watching Alan Mandell and Barry McGovern do these Gogo/Didi riffs at the Mark Taper Forum last Sunday was such a completely awesome delight. I almost didn’t go. People have told me over the years that the play was about nothing: Good gosh, it’s about everything! So funny and so horrifying – incredible!

The comments to this entry are closed.

Friend and Mentor

Blog powered by Typepad