Has it really been less than 24 hours? When Siddhartha tunes in to himself and his surroundings, he hears the word om, expressed in a multitude of depths and forms. Wisdom. Connection. Peace. For me (and those of us here at Wellesley College - Clinton's alma mater, fyi), that word was a resounding crap, in all … Continue reading Courage, ‘Merrica
I love poems that talk about roads. It's such a wonderful metaphor for the choices we make in life, and a comparison of the journey we travel through time. And that's exactly what this is - I agree with that. What the meaning of the choice here is - that is where I differ in the common interpretation. In the first stanza, the narrator stands there at the fork making his decision. He can't take both roads and remain one person. He must choose one, though he does not know what it leads to, looking as far down "to where it bent" as possible. And to continue the metaphor, that is what our choices mean every day too. We can't both keep our job and quit it for another one, or go to both UC Berkeley and Rice University at once.
A pastiche on Federico García Lorca's "Lament for Ignacio Sanchez Mejias", a poem in four parts. The poem is an elegy that Lorca wrote for his close friend, a bullfighter, or matador.
From the library a plot shall be Kindled.