'I'm reminded of a dear teacher I had in high school who refused to go on to the next poem in our antiquated textbook until we had all agreed on the same interpretive vision of each poem -- her vision.
'Wearily we raised our hands. Yes, yes, that poet was just about to jump off a cliff.
'If we can offer each other a cognizance of mystery through the poems we share, isn't that a greater gift?
'Won't a sense of inevitable mystery underpinning our intricate lives serve us better than the notion that we will each be given a neat set of blanks to fill in -- always?'
– an excerpt from Lights in the Windows by Naomi Shihab Nye
Lately I've spent far too much time with someone who always wanted to analyse and get at The Truth of absolutely everything. The above sentiments are SOOOOOOOOOO welcome!
Saturday, May 03, 2008
I saw this quoted on someone else's blog and liked it so much I wanted to claim it too: