Slowly.

If I had one word to describe these recent days, this would be it. Meeting new people, writing the dissertation, working through poems – that’s how life is going, moment by moment, and sometimes it plods.

In some ways, I mind. I want this dissertation to feel like it is writing itself. I want more people to meet me as opposed to me making all the efforts.

But what makes poetry wondrous is how it slows life down: it forces you to focus on a few syllables, keep them in mind, and watch them unfold.

Things are going slowly because of me, and so I’m not complaining.

2 Comments

  1. Ashok,

    Your instincts to let poetry glide into your life, following the flow of time and acceptance, is a very special awareness. I commend you.

    To celebrate such insights, I point you to this wonderful website of poet, mathmetician and incredible humanist Elena Liliana Popescu. http://www.elena-liliana-popescu.ro/en/land/2.htm

    And from her website, a poem:
    TIME, WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

    I have been wrong
    not to let love
    flow like a river…

    Time, where have you gone?

    Come back and let me
    carry my sentence out!

    English version: Adrian George Sahlean

    My best regards to you, and hopes the dissertation quickly flows, rather than feeling like a sentence carried out.

    Twink
    PS – plurk misses you.

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