This photo is of an oddly-shaped carrot that I bought at the farmer’s market. Not only was it interesting to look at, it was also very crisp and tasty! But I’m not posting it here right now because of its flavor. I decided to use this photo for this blog post because a lot of people told me the carrot looks like a hand. A witch hand, perhaps. And the following annotation on a poem by Rilke is also somewhat focused on strange hands.
It’s snowing pretty heavily outside, which actually looks quite lovely, despite the fact that I’ve had enough of winter. But the snow is a sleepy, peaceful, pure sort of image, so I’ll take it for now. I’ll take it and let it guide me to a warm place in the bed and a nap under cozy blankets while that bluish light sifts into the room. Yeah, I couldn’t sleep again last night. But I’m sleepy now.
After the jump: an annotation on Franz Wright’s book Ill Lit: Selected and New Poems. And discussion of an insomnia poem. You can read it while I’m snoozing.