Jack Gilbert: "How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite...the words get it wrong."
I used to have that poem taped to the wall infront of me, heavily underlined and urgent "I DREAM OF LOST VOCABULARIES...WHAT WE FEEL MOST HAS NO NAME..." And all of a sudden my life focuses on the meta, like the unwrapping of a great meaningful galaxy of stars.
That's where I am; self-aware and poking at the ridiculous seams of structure. There is no structure; not in music, not in words, not in life. Yet, the structure is all we have to communicate with; it's what makes it possible for us to build forward, instead of inventing the wheel at each pause. And I am looking for ways to destroy it.
In moments of gravity, I realize my anarchy is escapist and very small. There is only surrender.
I ♥ Jack Gilbert. I was actually just reading The Great Fires today in study hall.
Have you read "Lucky" by Alice Sebold? She mentions taking classes with Gilbert.
Besides, Gilbert and I are both from Pittsburgh. :]
Posted by: Chelly | on May 25, 2007 12:47 PM