Charles Wright — The Vale of Soul-Making

I keep on thinking.
                                     If I sit here for long enough,
A line, one true line,
Will rise like some miraculous fish to the surface,
Brilliant and lithe in the late sunlight,
And offer itself into my hands.
I keep thinking that as the weeks go by,
                                                                         and the waters never change

Charles Wright, from “21,” Littlefoot: A Poem (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2007)

Charles Wright — The Vale of Soul-Making

Miklós Radnóti — The Vale of Soul-Making

But don’t leave me, delicate mind!      

Don’t let me go crazy.

Sweet wounded reason, don’t      

leave me now.   

Don’t leave me. Let me die, without fear,      

a clean lovely death, like Empedocles, who smiled as he fell      

into the crater.”

— Miklós Radnóti, “Maybe …,” Clouded Sky. ( Sheep Meadow; Revised edition August 1, 2003)

Miklós Radnóti — The Vale of Soul-Making

Open air, off-line Spoken Word in Paris on 31st August, outdoors at Place Louis Aragon. Spoken World Online continues in cyberspace. AWOL writers’ workshop is now back at the Chat Noir every Sunday. — SpokenWord Paris

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Open air, off-line Spoken Word in Paris on 31st August, outdoors at Place Louis Aragon. Spoken World Online continues in cyberspace. AWOL writers’ workshop is now back at the Chat Noir every Sunday. — SpokenWord Paris