I continue to resist the desire to be catchy and to be interesting with hooks and arresting phrases that can be isolated and passed along to spread the word. I keep returning to the realization that whatever is profound is also very close to what appears trite, even obvious. That it takes a certain plodding, a high degree of resistance to boredom, and a willingness to stick with the kind of habits of close observation and patience and shifting from close-up to wide-view – such as a gleaner might use, or a beach-comber, or what it takes to spot whales on a barren horizon. It's not just a habitual contrarianism that leads me back to a plodding form. I see no other way to find what I'm looking for and definitely cannot separate the finding from the passing along.
Life Is Between
Life Is Between
Life Is Between
I continue to resist the desire to be catchy and to be interesting with hooks and arresting phrases that can be isolated and passed along to spread the word. I keep returning to the realization that whatever is profound is also very close to what appears trite, even obvious. That it takes a certain plodding, a high degree of resistance to boredom, and a willingness to stick with the kind of habits of close observation and patience and shifting from close-up to wide-view – such as a gleaner might use, or a beach-comber, or what it takes to spot whales on a barren horizon. It's not just a habitual contrarianism that leads me back to a plodding form. I see no other way to find what I'm looking for and definitely cannot separate the finding from the passing along.