jan 9/RUN

2 miles
river road, south/edmund, north
29 degrees
75% super-slick snow

This doesn’t happen often, but today was not a good day to go out for a run. Maybe I would have enjoyed it if I had worn my yaktrax, but I didn’t. So slippery and difficult to move. A cold wind. Even so, by the end of it I was wishing I would have stayed out there a little longer; I was just getting warmed up!

10 Things

  1. a gray sky
  2. gray paths — the dark pavement visible through the slushy snow
  3. a cold wind in my face
  4. some dark brownish red dirt sprinkled on one small stretch of the trail
  5. a runner approaching, taking very small steps
  6. the river road, snow and ice free
  7. the bench near folwell, empty
  8. a few headlights
  9. a lumbering, noisy truck
  10. still no poem on the windows of the house on edmund

windows

Yesterday I did the tedious work of searching for “window” in my log entries — 12 pages of entries. Then I tagged the relevant ones with “windows.” Last night and this morning, I’ve been looking through those tagged entries for lines of poetry that use the image of a window — 19 pages / 181 entries. It is time-consuming, but rewarding to be immersed in windows and to have the chance to think more about how the word/idea/image is used in poetry.

I hope to have more to write later, but for now, here are a few thoughts:

  • things viewed from the window most often: trees and birds and weather
  • often things press against the window, sometimes they rattle them — sometimes they press from the outside — the heat, the cold, the green, and sometimes from the inside — children’s faces against the glass
  • windows separate us from the world
  • a common cry: open the windows!
  • sometimes the window is one of many images, sometimes the whole poem is built around it
  • some poets write window, others like windowpane
  • a favorite part of the window: windowsill
  • sometimes included with window: blinds, curtains, shades
  • window as line/bar between inner and outer
  • window as distorted or makeshift mirror
  • whether the window is dark or lit matters, makes a difference in image meaning — we can see through dark windows, while lit windows reflect back
  • sometimes windows are openings, sometimes they’re barriers
  • enclosing and disclosing — concealing (or keep safe) or revealing
  • more poems want you to open the windows than shut them
  • window as access to the soul, the spark of life within
  • window as word, as language
  • the divide between the domestic space and the world — private/public
  • the window as opportunity to stop thinking and just be — look out the window with me
  • some birds notice the windows, others don’t — this noticing can be a mistaken belief that there’s another bird on the other side
  • some birds notice us on the other side of the window, others don’t and are just observed

Wow, this is fun!

Here’s a window poem for today:

11/ Lao-tzu 
Translated from the Chinese by Red Pine

Thirty spokes converge on a hub
but it’s the emptiness
that makes a wheel work
pots are fashioned from clay
but it’s the hollow
that makes a pot work
windows and doors are carved for a house
but it’s the spaces
that make a house work
existence makes a thing useful
but nonexistence makes it work  

SUNG CH’ANG-HSING says, “In this verse the Great Sage teaches us to understand the source by using what we find at hand. Doors refer to a persons mouth and nose. Windows refer to their ears and eyes.”

I love this idea of doors as breath and windows as attention!

one more thing about windows:

Sitting at my desk in front of my window just now, I suddenly felt something heavy lifting. Then I realized that the sun had finally, after several days of hiding behind clouds, appeared. Of course it’s gone again, but it was there in my window for a moment, I swear.