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Today I needed to reread this poem. I hope that if you read it, you did, too.
Sometimes in this life we encounter a genius that bursts out of its owner like prism-light. Cybilline was one of those for me. I can't read his work without slipping into another, softer world, where the rules are simultaneously natural and surprising. I'm forever wondering whether anyone else feels this way about his poems; he's one of my Poets to Call My Own.
And yet, unlike the feeling I get from musicians whose work I love that much, his work is so fulfilling to me that no one else understanding it doesn't detract from it. We'll be publishing his Selected Poems one of these years, but in the meantime, he'll just have to go on being that poem Rubinstein put up on his lj that one Thanksgiving, or that poem Hakim used to get his girlfriend back, that poem that made the rest seem so trivially meaningful; oh, sure they mean something, but what's that meaning really worth?
Sometimes in this life we encounter a genius that bursts out of its owner like prism-light. Cybilline was one of those for me. I can't read his work without slipping into another, softer world, where the rules are simultaneously natural and surprising. I'm forever wondering whether anyone else feels this way about his poems; he's one of my Poets to Call My Own.
And yet, unlike the feeling I get from musicians whose work I love that much, his work is so fulfilling to me that no one else understanding it doesn't detract from it. We'll be publishing his Selected Poems one of these years, but in the meantime, he'll just have to go on being that poem Rubinstein put up on his lj that one Thanksgiving, or that poem Hakim used to get his girlfriend back, that poem that made the rest seem so trivially meaningful; oh, sure they mean something, but what's that meaning really worth?