As Thanksgiving comes to a close (and I hope y'all had a happy one!) and we're faced with the consumerist dystopia to come, I offer a notion from Denise Levertov as to how one might deal with it.

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The World Outside

On the kitchen wall a flash
of shadow:
        swift pilgrimage
of pigeons, a spiral
celebration of air, of sky-deserts.
And on tenement windows
a blaze
        of lustered watermelon:
stain of the sun
westering somewhere back of Hoboken.

The Secret
by Denise Levertov

Two girls discover
the secret of life
in a sudden line of
poetry.

I who don’t know the
secret wrote
the line. They
told me

(through a third person)
they had found it
but not what it was
not even

what line it was. No doubt
by now, more than a week
later, they have forgotten
the secret,

the line, the name of
the poem. I ( Read more... )

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