Why this?

The occasional poem of my own and a generous helping of work by others that I find inspiring. Site is named for a beloved book by one of my favorite writers, Italo Calvino, whose fanciful work lights--and delights--my soul.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Infinite Bless

In memory of David Foster Wallace (1962–2008)

You lit blackest tunnels—
searing shame; soaring
ecstasy in empathy.
Absorbing your familiar,
I reeled like one who’s just seen God
in the dishwater, keep scrubbing.

Your words in packets crackle;
in volumes, crystalline.
You didn’t give me will to live
or any other platitude,
but you knocked out
the lovingest of bridges—
sacred way forward,
in the end, in your stead.

--me

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