Yes please to fly off on bright wings unconstrained by form .. and all of us and everything already there/ here .. wonderful invitation amidst the storm .. thank you for introducing this fascinating poem ✨🕊️
With the wind and rain hammering my home this morning, this was lovely to listen to cuddled up with the dogs and my cup of tea. Thank you Clare. Can I ask what the music is that you use on your recordings, it’s so soothing. Bx
Thank you Barbara... the storm raced through here last night too. Power is out, but thankfully not too bad. Glad the poem was good company this morning (alongside dogs and tea!) The music is a little piece I licensed for The Wild Edge, composer unknown, but purchased through an audio site for jingles and the likes. I listened to many before I found this!
Recalcitrante. It’s exactly the perfect word for this weeks. Like a crazy caged horse. Amazing poem, really. But talking about education, I’m wondering how I (we) at least in Italy, can keep doing this job. We take care of every single young person, way beyond our duties. And this is fine. It’s precious to know you can make a difference for them and their family. But at an institutional level, there’s no thanks, no appreciation. No help when you don’t know what to do. Impossible to receive an answer from the head of school unless you wait for one hour out of her/his office. Instead, public school seems slowly dying. Huge money for buying drones but not money for buying books or for helping students who don’t know Italian? It’s completely non sense. I feel in a Kafka novel. Sorry for bothering the group with this all. But in these weeks I cannot find any poetry. Just a little tiny bit in order to survive….
Thank you Clare for this exquisite poem, your reading, and moth . I love your delight and sensitive illustrations.🩷
Thank you Valerie! Isn’t that poem amazing… I could read it over and over and still want to read it again!
What an utterly beautiful poem, thank you 🙏 Oh, that last verse 💚
Yes please to fly off on bright wings unconstrained by form .. and all of us and everything already there/ here .. wonderful invitation amidst the storm .. thank you for introducing this fascinating poem ✨🕊️
Thank you Liz. Glad you enjoyed. More about Elson, and that poem, over on The Marginalia here. https://www.themarginalian.org/2020/04/10/antidotes-to-fear-of-death-rebecca-elson/
With the wind and rain hammering my home this morning, this was lovely to listen to cuddled up with the dogs and my cup of tea. Thank you Clare. Can I ask what the music is that you use on your recordings, it’s so soothing. Bx
Thank you Barbara... the storm raced through here last night too. Power is out, but thankfully not too bad. Glad the poem was good company this morning (alongside dogs and tea!) The music is a little piece I licensed for The Wild Edge, composer unknown, but purchased through an audio site for jingles and the likes. I listened to many before I found this!
I never leave comments but here I am to say I could listen to your voice for hours…. Please record more poetry readings, just wonderful!
Thank you so much Anna. So glad it landed well, and your comment is very much appreciated. And I promise, more poetry!
It’s so true! Her voice is like a balm. More poetry forever!
Recalcitrante. It’s exactly the perfect word for this weeks. Like a crazy caged horse. Amazing poem, really. But talking about education, I’m wondering how I (we) at least in Italy, can keep doing this job. We take care of every single young person, way beyond our duties. And this is fine. It’s precious to know you can make a difference for them and their family. But at an institutional level, there’s no thanks, no appreciation. No help when you don’t know what to do. Impossible to receive an answer from the head of school unless you wait for one hour out of her/his office. Instead, public school seems slowly dying. Huge money for buying drones but not money for buying books or for helping students who don’t know Italian? It’s completely non sense. I feel in a Kafka novel. Sorry for bothering the group with this all. But in these weeks I cannot find any poetry. Just a little tiny bit in order to survive….