(morning writing)
Dec. 20th, 2025 07:22 amMaybe, i thought, after listening to Mary Oliver read "Wild Geese", maybe i should write psalms. So i opened Robert Alter's translation of "The Book of Psalms" and began reading the introduction in which he notes (in discussing how Hebrew poets new psalms to other gods and those lines can be found in their psalms)
a comparison with the proposed originals suggests rather that what the psalmists did was to adapt, briefly cite, or even polemically transform the polytheistic poems, which is, after all, what poets everywhere do with their predecessors—both building on them and emphatically making something new out of them.
It's not just poets, life, i think, builds on what came before -- ferns in the remains of their predecessors taking the remains of the star into their heart, birds with the song of their parents nesting in the same forest, i in my home haunted by the memory of my mother's housekeeping. Maybe the choice is how emphatically we focus on the newness: a gardener's choice different from a parent's, different from a poet's, different from a politician.
I think i ache for us all to be surrounded by humans making choices -- where perhaps the choices themselves are not emphatically new -- but what a new world if we all made compassionate thoughtful choices. We would still have pain and suffering, friction and loss, but so ever much less.