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

Fun Things I Read Nov. 18.

Hi everyone!

As I continue to catch y’all up on what I’ve been reading, here’s a post from a few days ago, the last time I did my morning reading. Any morning reading posts after this will happen the day of, so you who’ve been following via WordPress will be caught up with those on Facebook. 🙂

Here’s an excerpt I particularly loved from my reading this morning. It comes from my second collection of Jack Gilbert poems, which I picked up Monday.

“Goodness is a triumph. And so it is with love. Love is not the part we are born with that flowers a little and then wanes as we grow up. We cobble love together from this and those of our machinery until there is suddenly an apparition that never existed before. There it is, unaccountable.”

— From “Painting On Plato’s Wall” in the collection titled “The Dance Most of All” by Jack Gilbert.

Just as a heads up, I should tell y’all I haven’t done my reading today, and I may not get to it since my morning is packed with social funness, but if I do, you’ll see another post later tonight. Otherwise, expect something either tomorrow or the next day :).

Have a great day everyone. 🙂 Don’t forget to play :).