What the Poet Can Say

I love the Internet. All that information! All kinds of things I didn’t know, questions (idle and otherwise) I can answer without a trip to the library. Searchable text! OMG.

Some weeks ago, I came across the name of a writer—Michael Blumental—and though I can’t remember the context (I think it had something to do with his essays, but that I can’t remember is driving me crazy), I was sufficiently intrigued to “look him up.”

And discovered he’s a poet.

Well. 🙂

I’ll leave you to do your own discovery, but I was delighted when I read this in his bio:

In the poem “Over Ohio,” for example, he writes of the joys of flying: “You can say what you like about the evils / of technology / and the mimicry of birds; I love it, I love the / sheer, / unexpurgated hubris of it, I love the beaten / egg whites / of clouds hovering beneath me.”

Me too. 🙂

That said, one of the nice things about flying is the view from above. This last view of Ireland always makes me a bit melancholy, though.

That said, one of the nice things about flying is the view from above. This last view of Ireland always makes me a bit melancholy, though.

I’ll be flying again in less than a week. So there will be a little hiatus here at the blog until I get back. Stay tuned!

(You can see the whole poem here.)

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