Sherry Chandler » 2007 » October » 29
After weeks of drought, we had five inches of rain last week, and then last night our first frost. Pretty late really. But it spurred Charlie Whitt to write:
There was ice in the bird bath this morning triggering something inside like a mixture of dread for a long winter, and gladness that the heat of a dry summer is finally over. All and all though, I’m glad the politicians can’t control the weather. Lord, think of that.
But I don’t know, Charlie. What with global warming, Hurricane Katrina, and now California burning, it’s possible that politicians have already been messing with the weather.
Here’s a poem from Charlie that seems to describe the day:
WINTER MIND
The cold front brought continuous rain,
And when it had gone
Our air was blue with weak sun
That struggled vainly to warm damp earth.Wood smoke rose from the chimney
As slender and gray as poplars
Standing stiffly asleep below the field.Winter’s cold takes over
Limiting my excursions into the future;
Lengthening those to the past.Memory is everything to a winter mind,
When nothing grows, and nothing is born.—Charlie Whitt
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Belligerence in the pursuit of justice may not be a virtue.
—Charles Bernstein (”Optimism and Critical Excess,” A Poetics. Harvard, 1992)
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