Wednesday, May 21, 2014
but keep it a secret
"A poet is someone
Who can pour Light into a spoon,
Then raise it
Your beautiful parched, holy mouth."
"Start seeing everything as God,
But keep it a secret."
From "On Secrets" by Mary Ruefle in her book, Madness, Rack and Honey, speaking of Emily Dickinson:
"It takes great courage to speak in fragments.
It takes great courage to speak in whole sentences.
Was spring a secret that winter carried? Of course it was.
Spring now carries the secret of winter."
I keep taking the Ruefle book off my shelf and re-reading the parts I've underlined in it. Another way to create fragments.
It's a strange thing being a writer. We write in secret, directing our small messages to an unknown future. Eventually, with luck, our work is published, and then we are asked to read aloud from what we wrote in secret several years back. Suddenly others are reading what was written in a quiet room, alone, without hope, without despair (as Karen Blixen said). Do the secrets still come through? Is there light yet in the spoon?
Well, a few photos from the weekend. Tea and cake, then.
A coconut loaf I'm rather fond of. Which is another of those things that recurs on this blog :)