Friday, July 24, 2009

i wish i were a freeway laid out clearer than a bright day

listening to: "broken" - tift merritt


i feel as though i've become dumber since i left michigan and oregon and settled down in indiana. the people i know here say i'm one of the most articulate people they know. what does that mean? i am secretly dumber than they think i am? ummm.



shalom.

1 comments:

As Bjorn said...

You are making the wrong distinction. Not dumber, different. In any case, intelligence is not, of itself, the goal. The goal is truth and beauty and those things are everywhere. Apprehending the truth and living in the beauty, that is where the poet must go. Sometimes that is a hard trip, sometimes it isn't. I know it sounds facile, but it is fairly accurate.