Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.
Li-Young LeeRead
There are days we live_x000D_ as if death were nowhere_x000D_ in the background; from joy _x000D_ to joy to joy, from wing to wing,_x000D_ from blossom to blossom to_x000D_ impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the beauty of living fully in the present moment, embracing joy and the fleeting nature of life.
Li-Young Lee's quote encapsulates the idea that amidst the inevitability of death, there are moments of pure joy that can carry us from one experience to another. It encourages us to appreciate life’s beauty—symbolized here by the imagery of blossoming flowers—while recognizing that these moments are precious and ephemeral.
In practice
During a graduation speech to encourage students to embrace life fully.
Every time you write a poem it’s apocalyptic. You’re revealing who you really are to yourself.
Brimming. That's what it is, I want to get to a place where my sentences enact brimming.
A bruise, blue in the muscle, you impinge upon me. As bone hugs the ache home, so I'm vexed to love you, your body the shape of returns, your hair a torso of light, your heat I must have, your opening I'd eat, each moment of that soft-finned fruit, inverted fountain in which I don't see me.
The major value in life is not what you get. The major value in life is what you become.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
I think sometimes what happens is that all of this feeling out of control manifests itself in trying to control your body; whether it's an eating disorder or talking about getting your nose fixed, as if that's going to be the solution to all the pressure.
The universe hands you opportunities for a while, and if you don't take them, the universe says to itself, 'Oh I see, this person doesn't like opportunities' and stops giving them to you.
When we were walking through the narrow alleys [of the Mathare Valley slums], it was literally impossible not to step in the raw sewage and the garbage alongside the little homes. But at the same time it was also impossible not to see the human vitality, the aspiration and the ambition of the people who live there.
Here I am on the shore of Brittany. Let the cities light up in the evening. My day is done. I am leaving Europe. The sea air will burn my lungs. Lost climates will tan me. I will swim, trample the grass, hung, and smoke especially. I will drink alcohol as strong as boiling metal--just as my dear ancestors did around their fires.
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