The Thin Places
This week, I decided to pivot my focus away from the big, systemic problems facing us, e.g., the fate of my country’s democracy. Instead, I focused on poetry a bit.
I am in a lovely situation right now where I’m being inundated with poetry. I’m teaching a variety of poetry assignments in my Creative Writing class at Cooper, and I’m taking a poetry workshop for teachers, taught by B. Ray Crowell. In the weird world of COVID, a workshop that would typically be taught in-person in Houston has been moved to Zoom, which means that we have several folks from places far flung—like Ohio!—in the class.
It’s a beautiful thing.
Today, in our conversation of a variety of poems, one of the participants began talking about “the thin places,” places where the spirit world meets the physical world. Poetry—along with most forms of art, I suppose—is one of the places where this happens. It’s that thinly veiled place that can be heaven or hell, Twilight Zone or Touched By an Angel. ← (That’s the weirdest sentence I’ve ever written.)
We find it in this place and in this time. Be here now.
I wrote a poem for the class, you’ll find it linked below. “Dulcinea” explores the thin place between dreaming and awake, between fiction and reality, between the ethereal and…baseball?
Give it a read. Tweet your thoughts at me: @sbhebert.
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