Christopher Robinson's debut novel, War of the Encyclopaedists, co-authored with Gavin Kovite, will be published by Scribner in 2015. You can find his work in The Missouri Review, Alaska Quarterly Review, Southern Review, Kenyon Review, Nimrod, McSweeney’s Online, and elsewhere. He is a recipient of fellowships from the MacDowell Colony, the Millay Colony, Bread Loaf, and the Djerassi Resident Artist program. He has been a finalist for numerous prizes, including the Ruth Lilly Fellowship and the Yale Younger Poets Prize.
And when I die, it will be the books I have chosen that will still be on the shelves. People will take them down, give them out to others, to people I loved, and the words I enjoyed will be still enjoyed, still sharing their radiance. Why else were the words written down? Why else do we go to those pages again and again, it not to capture some of that radiance? Even recording the structure, the fragitlity of that velvet bridge to something we love but will never understand, the radiance of that thought will be shared. My words or the words of others, still something is reflected in the choices of those books, somewhere the moon of what is written reflects in all those connections, the faces of people receiving the books will take on some of that shine!
Poetrylover6985January 6, 2011, 4:17 am
First off, this would be better if your whispered the phrase “mussels in the beach house”. I feel it would be a better reflection of your poetic message. Next, I think we all know what that means… just come out and say it. And long “eyebrows”? Really?
And when I die, it will be the books I have chosen that will still be on the shelves. People will take them down, give them out to others, to people I loved, and the words I enjoyed will be still enjoyed, still sharing their radiance. Why else were the words written down? Why else do we go to those pages again and again, it not to capture some of that radiance? Even recording the structure, the fragitlity of that velvet bridge to something we love but will never understand, the radiance of that thought will be shared. My words or the words of others, still something is reflected in the choices of those books, somewhere the moon of what is written reflects in all those connections, the faces of people receiving the books will take on some of that shine!
First off, this would be better if your whispered the phrase “mussels in the beach house”. I feel it would be a better reflection of your poetic message. Next, I think we all know what that means… just come out and say it. And long “eyebrows”? Really?