I haven't been posting as regularly.
Let me see where we can start.
The year is starting up again, and as the publicist for my college's Poet's Society, I promote our organization cautiously. How does one publicize poetry? Isn't PR and poetry a laughable combination?
The best thing I could think of – to avoid boisterously advertising a sometimes quiet but chronically inspired group – was to present images in the backgrounds of our voices.
And I'll end this post with a favorite poem of mine:
Through all of youth I was looking for you
without knowing what I was looking for
or what to call you I think I did not
even know I was looking how would I
have known you when I saw you as I did
time after time when you appeared to me
as you did naked offering yourself
entirely at that moment and you let
me breathe you touch you taste you knowing
no more than I did and only when I
began to think of losing you did I
recognize you when you were already
part memory part distance remaining
mine in the ways that I learn to miss you
from what we cannot hold the stars are made
P.S. This poem tends to be under the name of W.S. Merwin, but I first came across it under the name of Osip Mandelstam. Through all the midday afternoons this poem has followed me, through the nights I have followed it, I no longer wish to know the author.
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