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<\/a><\/p>\n“Odes to Common Things.” \u00a0Pablo Neruda’s poems came to me like a boomerang. \u00a0It was a New Years’ back to basics, a reset to zero. A move away from global crises and cosmic clashes. I read them to draw a line again in the earth.<\/p>\n
Ode to Conger Chowder. My Socks. A Laboratory Technician. Wood. The Book. Thread. A Watch in the Night. Seaweed. A Lizard.<\/p>\n
I’d add: Ode to Vines in Winter. To Tea. Ode to Grown Kids. And Hazelnuts.<\/p>\n
Poets frequently take inspiration from things – but often end at something quite different, because metaphor is so much fun. They might start with admiration, but end in rabid hatred of things, overtaken by ideology or spirituality or concerns about vanity. \u00a0Grandiose ideas might sprout from the common object, eclipsing its own noble quality.<\/p>\n
Look at us. At humans. We’re much better off when we’re not trying to be gods. \u00a0We are ridiculously complex creatures with pretentions, desires and flaws. \u00a0Just human. \u00a0We should repeat it three times a day to remind ourselves to make room for each other, as humans.<\/p>\n
Ode to a blade of grass.<\/p>\n
Glass of wine.<\/p>\n
Ode to a mailman with a flashlight.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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