Thursday, November 20, 2008

a poem I dig & thoughts on museums

The Starry Night
Anne Sexton

That does not keep me from having a terrible need of—shall I say the word—religion. Then I go out at night to paint the stars.

Vincent Van Gogh in a letter to his brother

The town does not exist
except where one black-haired tree slips
up like a drowned woman into the hot sky.
The town is silent. The night boils with eleven stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die.

It moves. They are all alive.
Even the moon bulges in its orange irons
to push children, like a god, from its eye.
The old unseen serpent swallows up the stars.
Oh starry starry night! This is how
I want to die:

into that rushing beast of the night,
sucked up by that great dragon, to split
from my life with no flag,
no belly,
no cry.


The nights are finally getting cooler. I can sit on my balcony and tilt up to look at the stars. So many poems about the stars, but I love this one. This is how I want to die. Gets me in the gut every time.

Tonight is Cocktails & Culture in Balboa Park. I don't know if I should go or not. The one time I went I had a blast but still wasn't very social. It is a scene, a place to be seen. I wandered around, into the oddity of being dressed up at an art museum at night. I love museums, I get giddy giddy at them. I end up taking lots of note when I wander around museums, those notes often make it into my poems. I should dig up a notebook I wrote in a couple of summers ago in Paris and Madrid. The Louvre, Musee de Orsay, El Prado, I had journal in hand and when a masterpiece struck me I scribbled down how. I need to get out to the Smithsonian sometimes in the near future.

Taking notes these days on an essay I want to write on poetry. Going to meld into another genre a bit to expand my audience. I'm getting more confidant in my essays. This one dips a bit into literary criticism but that's okay. Time to expand.

Ain't No Mountain High Enough
Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell

I dare you to listen to this song and not feel good.

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