I Was Reading A Scientific Article by Margaret Atwood (a rather confusing title and attribution if you say it out loud) is the poem that's caught my attention this week. I love how she describes the inner landscapes inside people in a way that's purely scientific yet also magical: it's something I struggle to capture in my own work, the myriad amazing ways in which we connect when we're interacting with others and with the world, on not just macro-physical and emotional, but ethereal, atomic, subatomic levels.
And things like-- the ways in which the touch of a person's hand, or their head on your shoulder, or their breathing, can recall waves or wind or rolling sand dunes, and it's not just a romantic metaphor (though it is that, too), but a fascinating echo of this fractal universe in which everything has a degree of likeness with everything else, and-- I think she captures that so well, in ways that I can't quite, and that I envy.
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Date: 2012-07-08 05:32 am (UTC)I Was Reading A Scientific Article by Margaret Atwood (a rather confusing title and attribution if you say it out loud) is the poem that's caught my attention this week. I love how she describes the inner landscapes inside people in a way that's purely scientific yet also magical: it's something I struggle to capture in my own work, the myriad amazing ways in which we connect when we're interacting with others and with the world, on not just macro-physical and emotional, but ethereal, atomic, subatomic levels.
And things like-- the ways in which the touch of a person's hand, or their head on your shoulder, or their breathing, can recall waves or wind or rolling sand dunes, and it's not just a romantic metaphor (though it is that, too), but a fascinating echo of this fractal universe in which everything has a degree of likeness with everything else, and-- I think she captures that so well, in ways that I can't quite, and that I envy.