Wallace Stevens, Getting Older...and The Voice Before The World Was Made
I realized the other day, after reading something that now escapes me, it has been much too long since I shared anything truly meaningful...like great poetry and/or great literature, etc. Well, maybe not long enough for some of you...which is why I shared that wonderful, haunting poem the other day. But as I dive head-long into my mid-60s today, (and don’t get me wrong…the world around us has been a part of me since I took “International Relations” in high school from a wonderful teacher whose name, embarrassingly, escapes me), I am reminded of the ideas and essays which got me here since I started this thing, that I would like to again, share, if that is okay with everyone (hopefully, without too many repetitions of essays long passed). And to be fair, I am reminded of the promise I made to myself when my father died 26 years ago last month, at the much too young age of 64. That promise was to do my very best to outlive him...if for no other reason than 64 years of age, a...