The splendor of achievement!
I didn’t know of Padraic (Patrick) Pearse as a poet until a couple of days ago. I am guessing that name is not popular in the UK at a time like this – given recent events – and his poetry may not be presented for public celebration. Regardless, I read and was touched by his poem, The Fool. Perhaps it speaks to an interior conversation I have, about when to accept the fall as something that goes with the territory, brush the dust off and keep going in the same determined direction, or decide it’s time to pack it in, give it up, drop it down, let it go…and so on. Gwaaad, I have been foolish, as in this chunk of Pearse’s poem:
Ye shall be foolish as I; ye shall scatter, not save;
Ye shall venture your all, lest ye lose what is more than all;
That old ad for an energy drink came to mind this morning – the one where the peppy zebra steps into a pond or lake or some body of water and gets snatched and pulled under by a crocodile. And just when you go ‘oh-noooo’ the zebra struts out with a predator’s skin handbag. Well, one remembrance led to another, to poet Ogden Nash and this childhood favorite, happily and frequently recited at home.
Adventures Of Isabel
(By Ogden Nash)
I find going through old photos such a smile-inducing, relaxing, mentally recharging and all-round joyful activity. Lots of “mindfulness” moments in those flashbacks. I’ve been working on overcoming my usual anxiety/reluctance about sharing my photos online and I’m putting this one up in the Throwback Thursday spirit. It’s from the launch (in Saint Lucia) of my poetry chapbook Mindfield at a bookstore in Castries, a joint event with another local author, the late politician George Odlum.
While I am at it, here’s the original book cover – see more on my Writings page.
…is “Charity begins at home.”
Why? Because I had a flashback to a childhood moment, reciting poems with an older sister – learning that way from older siblings was my introduction to poetry – and recalled this poem I learned from her (author unknown):