How we spend our days
is, of course,
how we spend our lives.
What we do with this hour,
and that one,
is what we are doing.
A schedule
defends from chaos
and whim.
It is a net
for catching days.
It is a scaffolding
on which a worker
can stand
and labor with both hands
at sections of time.
A schedule is a mock-up
of reason and order –
willed, faked,
and so brought into being;
it is a peace and a haven
set into the wreck of time;
it is a lifeboat
on which you find yourself,
decades later,
still living.
Each day is the same,
so you remember
the series afterward
as a blurred and powerful pattern.
Annie Dillard, from The Writing Life (p.32)
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I feel I should say how much I’ve been enjoying following your blog, Anthony. You keep surprising me, even when it’s just another Monday morning. And I love these found poems, which bring the words you’ve discovered into a new and compelling focus. Thank you!
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Thank you so much for saying so Alex. I appreciate it enormously.
With best wishes, Anthony
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I’ve enjoyed all the found poems. But this is my favourite. Thank you Anthony.
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Thank you so much for saying so, Anthony
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