This weekend I'm determined to not be swept away by all the terrible stuff going down in our country. I'm fleeing, actually, to poetry and other ecstatic things.
I'm listening to the first of this intriguing series on the Poetry Foundation website called A Change of World.
I'm reading Emma Cline's novel The Girls. It's a bit creepy, but to be honest, I haven't been able to stick with a novel in months.
I'm also into this poem:
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun -