The seat of the soul is where the inner world and the outer world meet. Where they overlap, it is in every point of the overlap. - Novalis

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Hayden Carruth (1921-2008)
Obit in The Independent
Collected Shorter Poems

I bought this volume quite a few years ago. When I didn't know very much about "poetry." I know slightly more now, but not much. I have written a good bit about the "imaginal" - which I know to be true - but I live on a farm and we cut our own firewood and grow a good deal of our own food and Wendell Berry remains a hero. I am sitting tonight, again, with this book and wanting to share it because it is so beautiful and so very real. I don't know that anything the "critics" can say about these poems can have much meaning. And yes, I do think it matters whether you have ever split your own wood. Not that it makes you a better person. But it does signify.


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