Morning Reading Nov. 25.

I confess, dear reader, that the title does leave much to be desired, doesn’t it. Don’t worry, I’m working on that. These morning posts may only have have the date in the title for now, but I’m working on something creative and puny to give y’all a glimpse of what’s inside from day to day. Thanks for hanging with me as I work out these kinks.

As always, here’s an excerpt or two from my morning reading today. Continuing back with Jack Gilbert’s poems that I read yesterday, here is another bit from the first one. Tomorrow, I’ll share my third and final excerpt from that one before, reluctantly, moving on. Have a good day. 🙂

“It puzzles me that / I care so much for the ghost of the boy in high school, / since I am not interested in those times. But I know / why the other one frightens me. He is the question / about whether the loves were phantoms of what existed / as appearance only.” — from “Becoming Regardless” by Jack Gilbert

Here’s from the prose. Fun stuff to think about…

“A lot of foot and knee injuries that are currently plaguing us are actually caused by people running with shoes that actually make our feet weak, cause us to over-pronate, give us knee problems. Until 1972, when the modern athletic shoe was invented by Nike, people ran on very thin-soled shoes, had strong feet, and had much lower incidence of knee injuries.” — Daniel Lieberman, professor of evolutionary biology at the University of Harvard, via “Born To Run” by Christopher McDougall

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Morning Reading Nov. 24: Ghosts and Going Barefoot

Normally, when I get to the poetry in my morning readings, I start with the final poem of the day before. This gives me another chance to digest it, in case I missed something or was too overwhelmed by the beauty of its ideas. Normally, I’ll read 3-10 poems in a morning after that.

Not today. Today, I only got through two.

The first poem of today’s reading is fantastic! I think I may need to take a few days in the winter just to analyze it and focus on it alone. Anyway, after that happened, I read the next one, expecting something lighter and less mind-blowing. 

Instead, I got a shorter poem that rocked my world even more. I think tomorrow I’ll go back and just read these two poems again. There’s so much to each, I may be able to spend three legitimate days just quoting and thinking about these two alone, which I will probably do, because that will be fun. 🙂

Expect nothing from diligently doing what you love, and it will give you more than you ever imagined possible. :). Here are some of the quotes I loved the most :).

(Note: /’s denote line breaks, which I include out of respect for the poet since I cannot figure out how to single-space text here manually at the moment).

“I try to see in what is left of the light down there / the two I was. The ghost of the boy in high school / just before I became myself. The other is the ghost / of the times later when I could fall in love: / the first time, and three years after that for eight / years, and the last time ten years after. I feel / a great tenderness for all the dozen ghosts down / there trying to remain what they were.” — from “Becoming Regardless” by Jack Gilbert

 

And the other, which is interesting to consider, though I promise I’m not even thinking about going barefoot style running just yet lol:

“No wonder your feet are so sensitive,” Ted mused. “They’re self-correcting devices. Covering your feet with cushioned shoes is like turning off your smoke alarms.” — from “Born To Run” by Christopher McDougall