You know when you see a title that is somewhat cryptic, which is good because then you can put your own meaning on it, and you do, and it's wonderfully deep and almost a touchstone, but then you learn the real, intended meaning, and it's nothing like what you had in your mind, and the net summation of the two meanings seem to cancel each other and zero out and you are left meaningless?
This is not one of those times.
So glad to read about the origin of "The Animal Eats"! Although I only had a vague feeling of what it meant to me, reading your poem of the same title solidifies exactly how I reacted to it.
Those three words are a poem in themselves.
I am sorry to hear that writing -- and perhaps life -- has been difficult for you lately. "The world is too much with us" as Wordsworth said. Seems to be getting more and more so. As you say, railing against it seems futile. Does anyone have the answer?
I really like “The Animal Eats”!
You know when you see a title that is somewhat cryptic, which is good because then you can put your own meaning on it, and you do, and it's wonderfully deep and almost a touchstone, but then you learn the real, intended meaning, and it's nothing like what you had in your mind, and the net summation of the two meanings seem to cancel each other and zero out and you are left meaningless?
This is not one of those times.
So glad to read about the origin of "The Animal Eats"! Although I only had a vague feeling of what it meant to me, reading your poem of the same title solidifies exactly how I reacted to it.
Those three words are a poem in themselves.
I am sorry to hear that writing -- and perhaps life -- has been difficult for you lately. "The world is too much with us" as Wordsworth said. Seems to be getting more and more so. As you say, railing against it seems futile. Does anyone have the answer?
Love to you my friend. Thank you for your words, your spirit, your heart, and your love.