too much of that emptiness at evening,
as when I walked through a field at dusk
and felt wide in the night.”
— Joanna Klink
Emptiness at evening … feeling wide in the night … Feeling expansive and open and yearning for more … Breathing in fresh clean air, or damp sea air, filling up your lungs, making you crave something you both have and don’t have … cartwheeling through space and time, full of the promise and mystery of the liminal dusk.
“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.” — Gertrude Stein, from “Food”
Thanks for checking in. Be sure to see what the other 31 Dayers are writing about.
This project is a bit like Wallace Stevens’ poemThirteen Ways of Looking At A Blackbird, in that I’m writing about a sense of place from vantage points that may not obviously connect with each other. I’m not going to attempt to tie them together. In the end, these 31 days of looking at a sense of place may overlap, contradict, form a whole, or collapse like a flan in a cupboard, as Eddie Izzard would say. That remains to be seen. Thanks for stopping by.