woman and bird

by theuglyearring

1. This impulse to enter, with other humans, through language, into the order and disorder of the world, is poetic at its root as surely as it is political at its root. Poetry and politics both have to do with description and with power. And so, of course, does science. We might hope to find the three activities–poetry, science, politics–triangulated, with extraordinary electrical exchanges moving from each to each and through our lives. Instead, over centuries, they have become separated–poetry from politics, poetic naming from scientific naming, an ostensibly “neutral” science from political questions, “rational” science from lyrical poetry–nowhere more than in the United States over the past fifty years.

2. A Mohawk Indian friend says she began writing “after a motor trip through the Mohawk Valley, when a Bald Eagle flew in front of her car, sat in a tree, and instructed her to write.”

3. …poetry, too, begins in this way: the crossing of trajectories of two (or more) elements that might not otherwise have known simultaneity. When this happens, a piece of the universe is revealed as if for the first time.

(photo: cosmic dust)

(1, 2, 3 from woman and bird by adrienne rich)

(“…and he hears me.”)