Do You Remember Either/Or?
Missed Connections from Pittsburgh
What is a poet?
An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart,
but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry
pass through them,
it sounds like lovely music….
And people flock around the poet and say:
‘Sing again soon’
Her Two Cents
There is creation fueled by pain. There is creation inspired by the muse. And there is creation patiently grown like an apple tree. The first two are delicious and addictive, comfortably wrapping around your soul; the last is focused on practice and steady attention. It’s not always possible to tell in which soil the root of creation lies but sometimes, when asked to sing, and sing again, the source can be revealed.