The best sound you can find
while playing your guitar:
your slide finally
after brief teasing
landing in the sweet spot,
coaxing forth the note
you want. That resolution
puts a small damper upon
anxiety you sometimes feel
when playing, even when
playing by yourself in
a lonely house: the fear
not so much of being wrong,
but of not doing justice
to the Work.
The best sound you can find
when playing your guitar:
that one note
that tells the entire story
of the Work, includes
every Worker to that point,
assurance that this is
the Work they did too —
and then, the sound disappearing
back into the Work itself,
its last message
catch me if you can,
so you begin again.

September 19th, 2016 at 9:48 pm
Hmm. Don’t you sometimes feel that way with your poetry? I know most of your poems have lines, phrases or whole sections that just sing. Sometimes there’s almost no breaks between them. My heart dances when I read those.
September 19th, 2016 at 9:56 pm
As a friend said, you could say the same thing about drawing. I think it translates to any art…