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Between the Pages of Letters to A Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

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"No one can advise or help you——no one. There is only one thing you should do. Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple 'I must,' then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose"(Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet, 6-7).
The prompt that one ought to read Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters to a Young Poet was like a signpost one somehow managed to walk…

Presently

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I am working on a post on a body-mind relationship and was hoping to share it today but it is not ready yet. So I will use the space to note the current changes here.

Hope you like the new look of the blog. I liked very much the previous version but felt the time was ripe for change. Also, some slight changes have been made to the schedule; henceforth, there will be photography/images on Mondays; poetry shall stay for Tuesdays, but I will try to have the poems escorted by analyses. Wednesdays will be dedicated to opinions/theories/encounters/experiments, that is, all that used to happen here on Mondays. Also blogging bi-weekly is more favorable as I entertain a few interests and happier when the time is more evenly distributed amongst them. Don't get me wrong, I have no wish for more hours in the day. No, thank you very much! The 24 hours is plenty. Thursdays will go to diaries, commentaries on books and art, as usual; and Fridays will remain the same: selfies exemplifying the cu…

Feed Me, Also, River God by Marianne Moore + Analysis

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Feed Me, Also, River God
--Marianne Moore

Lest by diminished vitality and abated
   vigilance, I become food for crocodiles—for that quicksand
   of gluttony which is legion. It is there close at hand—
      on either side
      of me. You remember the Israelites who said in pride

and stoutness of heart: “The bricks are fallen down, we will
   build with hewn stone, the sycamores are cut down, we will
   change to cedars”? I am not ambitious to dress stones, to
      renew forts, nor to match
      my value in action, against their ability to catch

up with arrested prosperity. I am not like
   them, indefatigable, but if you are a god, you will
   not discriminate against me. Yet—if you may fulfill
      none but prayers dressed
      as gifts in return for your gifts—disregard the request.



Analysis of Feed Me, Also, River God by Marianne Moore
I came across “Feed Me, Also River God,” by Marianne Moore on Poets.org and enjoyed it so much I am passing it on here, perhaps you, too, might…

Photography: In Spring

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to bloom through to truth less no more not -- Jane