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The saucers stacked high with tiny lobsters dancing their rims
Cheek to floor,
Clinking copper
Moving
again.
Besides just being enjoyable, this class has given me a kind of solace about so
much that I find confusing. The first taste of this solace came when we read Rilke’s
Letters to a Young Poet. His advice to “Live the questions” has been putting my mind
at ease ever since. In recent years, I have found life to be much more ambiguous
than I am often comfortable with. At first, seeing this ambiguity felt like doubt,
something I had been told to avoid at all costs. But it seems to me now that
know, and resolving to “live the questions” instead of pretending to have all the
answers.
times. This theme has come up in my writing more recently. In thinking about how
it used to feel so much simpler to just hate or turn away from what I couldn’t
understand. Now it doesn’t feel authentic to ignore the fact that I see more mystery
than certainty, not that the two must be at odds. While I know reality is often
mysterious I do miss the certainty I used to have, and I wonder how much of it I can
have now.
not knowing fun. In a way it turns a lack of certainty into mystery, which I sort of
just think of as fun confusion. For that reason, I found Victor Judge’s description of
questions.” I find that writing lets me back into mystery when I have become
I have also appreciated learning about more poets I hadn’t heard of in this
class. I was reading an excerpt from Charles Simic’s The Monster Loves His Labyrinth
and one quote really struck me, “Ambiguity is the world's condition. Poetry flirts
with ambiguity. As a "picture of reality" it is truer than any other. Ambiguity is. This
acknowledges the questions the world holds, so many that it often feels absurd.
However, Simic makes clear that life’s absurdity does not justify writing absurdly. I
confusing.
I have been thinking about the relationship between feeling like the world is
unclear and writing confusing verses of poetry to cope with that lack of clarity. It
doesn’t seem particularly constructive to add salt to the wound of confusion. I think
this is part of why I am so taken with Billy Collins’ and Wendy Cope’s poetry: they
constant source of clarity for me. Poetry is a place I can almost always count on
What I am trying to say is there is more than I can understand, and poetry
lot surrounding my faith, and I think this confusion is part of why I have found