Pontchartrain: A Resurrection “And I guess / Death will blow his little fucking trumpet.” - Larry Levis Where they build walls to keep the bodies in where trees sashay like dresses and this water birth where all the womb is cracked: sidewalk a mountain range, paint a sunburn,
I loved getting to revisit “La Strada” after reading “The Darkening Trapeze” in 2016. That line has never left me either, but I hadn’t thought about it in awhile.
Loved the way the imagery felt like an atlas here. The almost-ominous ending “water before / after” shook me more than I expected on my second read through. It felt somewhat Biblical, akin to and paraphrasing “the grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of Our Lord stands forever.” A conclusion equal parts comforting and concerning. Nature and this world continues long after our life goes, a humbling while still peppered with a bit of existentialism.
I loved getting to revisit “La Strada” after reading “The Darkening Trapeze” in 2016. That line has never left me either, but I hadn’t thought about it in awhile.
Loved the way the imagery felt like an atlas here. The almost-ominous ending “water before / after” shook me more than I expected on my second read through. It felt somewhat Biblical, akin to and paraphrasing “the grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of Our Lord stands forever.” A conclusion equal parts comforting and concerning. Nature and this world continues long after our life goes, a humbling while still peppered with a bit of existentialism.
Loved the water birth and womb imagery as well.