Read poetry every day of your life. Poetry is good because it flexes muscles you don't use often enough. Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition...My story, "The Shoreline at Sunset," is a direct result of reading Robert Hillyer's lovely poem about finding a mermaid near Plymouth Rock.More here.
What poetry? Any poetry that makes your hair stand up along your arms. Don't force yourself too hard...You say you don't understand Dylan Thomas? Yes, but your ganglion does, and your secret wits, and all your unborn children. Read him, as you can read a horse with your eyes, set free and charging over an endless green meadow on a windy day.
Sitting out on the front porch because we can - we can given the weather's not unreasonable (mid-50s) and the beauty is astounding. Bright yellows and golds and reds predominate among the glorious deciduous trees. Our Japanese maple is a brilliant kingly red now, with little fern-like delicacy and bonsai-ish demeanour. The burning bush at the corner of the house is a paler red, the color of a blush wine. The walkway is coated with a thick pelt of tan and yellow leaves from the maples. The fountain sings and the air smells exuberantly fresh, almost spring-like in its coolness and streamishness, like an Irish Spring commercial.
Caught a bit of Jimmy Swaggert on the tube yesterday, looking much older and calmer, seated instead of pacing, his face free of the sheen of sweat. He was with a couple younger men in front of a huge color-coded map of the Middle East. He was reading Revelation 20 and talking about a second resurrection and the coming rapture. Apocalyptic talk is all the rage, perhaps fed in part by the Mayan calendar famously ending in 2012. Jim Bakker seemed in the same mode as I recall. It's helpful to see what these evangelists are talking about because they likely reflect what's on people's minds, much as Glenn Beck's windfall popularity says something about the fears of deficit spending.