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League of Inveterate Poets

the out-of-context contextuality of a foolish sage

Exultation

Foolish Sage | November 2, 2009

Exultation is the going
Of an island soul to sea,
Past the houses–
Past the headlands–into deep Eternity–
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?
- Emily Dickinson

Monet Refuses the Operation

Foolish Sage | October 31, 2009

Doctor, you say there are no halos
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the [...]

Two Ex-Chicagoans and Sandurg’s Chicago

Foolish Sage | April 7, 2009

In honor of National Poetry Month my friend author Mindy Withrow is posting a poem a day. Today it’s Carl Sandburg’s “Chicago.” Sandburg’s poem acknowledges that Chicago is indeed a wicked, crooked, brutal place; and yet, he slugs back at anyone who would make that the whole picture of his city. Chicago, he says, “like [...]

Inveterate Poets

Foolish Sage | February 23, 2009

We are inveterate poets. Our imaginations awake.
C. S. Lewis
I’m thinking now an alternative title for this blog might be “The League of Inveterate Poets”
[UPDATE: It was too good to pass up. This blog known for all of two days eponymously as "Foolish Sage" is now The League of Inveterate Poets. I've included the full context [...]

The Unpredictable Service of Art

Foolish Sage | February 22, 2009

Foolish Sage friend blogger Paul Burkhart recently shared this quote from an interview with poet Joe Weil:
Art is self-indulgence that, if done well, with a good grasp of the craft, and with a sense of constructive dread, ends up serving others. Of course, you can’t predict how it will serve them. . . A poet [...]

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