Sublime

Peace, Walter Brueggemann

I lend you a copy of the novel I loved, you read it, and now its beauty resides in both of our hearts

Who was Jack Gilbert? Students told me he was the most extraordinary man they’d ever encountered. He had seemed not quite of this world, they said. He seemed to live in a state of uninterrupted marvel, and he encouraged them to do the same. He didn’t so much teach them how to write poetry, they said, but why: because of delight. Because of stubborn

the indeterminacy of it all appeals to me.