The Heart Repeats
“...and my heart—you can't plan on the heart, but the better part of it, my poetry, is open.”
- Frank O’Hara
Hello lovely people! It seems like it was just last week we were here together and right after reading a poem about past lives and nonsense about boxed wine I realized that it was just the week before we were reading about ways to get unstuck as we emerge from a pandemic and this is not an emerging pattern that this week we’re here together again reading about what B told me last night at dinner, how our hearts have their own electrical systems, a nervous system independent of the brain yet in relationship via the autonomic nervous system, and I wonder at what other universes may live within me that I’m unaware of but feel at moments of clarity like how Joe Brainard describes the act of appreciating art:
Looking through a book of drawings by Holbein
I realize several moments of truth.
A nose (a line) so nose-like. So line-like.
And then I think to myself "so what?"
It's not going to solve any of my problems.
And then I realize that at the very moment of appreciation
I had no problems.
Then I decide that this is a pretty profound thought.
And that I ought to write it down.
This is what I have just done.
But it doesn't sound so profound anymore.
That's art for you.
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These things too inspired me recently:
9 Paradoxical Truths That Will Change How You Think About Life - like Buddhist koans or lyric poems.
‘The drum needed a blood sacrifice’: the rise of dark Nordic folk - I first heard Scandinavian folk metal music on the local radio station out of Girdwood, Alaska as I was cruising home along the Turnagain Arm one long summer day. I especially dig Wardruna for their sound and beautiful music videos.
When the Frequency for Tuning Instruments Became a Grand Conspiracy Theory - There’s more to this story but this is a great introduction. I’d like to start a society around this but I’ve got other things going on right now.
Ten Examples of the Mandela Effect - Does Darth Vader actually say, “Luke, I am your father?”
What can we really know if our hearts and brains work independently together?