A poem records emotions and moods that lie beyond normal language, that can only be patched together and hinted at metaphorically.
I’ve always found it best to have a routine. I go to my study at the same time every day and climb into my bay window. I may not be inspired every day, but on the days I am, I need to be in place to write. If I’m not particularly inspired, I’ll revise or do research or correspondence.
In the winter, I enjoy cross-country skiing and raising orchids and amaryllises. If I could grow tropical flowers as perennials, I would, especially hibiscus and mandavilla.
I think the issue of clergy sexual abuse sparked people to look at their faith in a different way.
I cannot believe that the American people and the people they elected would use the Constitution to stifle any group’s rights.
We have responsibilities for others, not just across space but across time. We have responsibilities to people who came before us. They left us a world of institutions, ideas or possibilities for which we, in turn, owe them something. One of the things we owe them is not to squander them.
It is painful to watch children trying to show off for parents who are engrossed in their cell phones. Children are nostalgic for the ‘good old days’ when parents used to read to them without the cell phone by their side or watch football games or Disney movies without having the BlackBerry handy.
The 1 to 2 billion poorest in the world, who don’t have food for the day, suffer from the worst disease: globalization deficiency. The way globalization is occurring could be much better, but the worst thing is not being part of it. For those people, we need to support good civil societies and governments.
My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.
How should we begin to make amends for raising a generation obsessed with the pursuit of material wealth and indifferent to so much else?