It’s a slippery
world with slippery
ways and the treads on our soles
only keep us from slipping
until they don’t—
slippery words and slipping red shoulds
and slippery thoughts and slippery roads—
and each time we slip, we bruise,
then we rise, ’til we slip again
with our slippery steps
and our slippery lives,
it’s a slip of a wish,
this slippery hope
that we and the world
remain unbroke
n.
You know the nearer your destination/The more you’re slip slidin’ away.
-Paul Simon (of course)
How awesome, getting to hear you read this poem, still hot off the press.
That was a fun class, Eduardo, so glad to be writing together! xo
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There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song.
— Pablo Neruda, Towards the Splendid City, from Nobel Lectures, Literature 1968-1980
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