The poet’s voice in Robert Kroetsch’s The Hornbooks of Rita K invites us to contemplate acts of audition.
The poets of Canada learn to sing by walking barefoot on gravel beaches. This makes for a fascinated listening. A constricted listening.
Any way to redeem that straightend word “constricted”? Perhaps in some understanding of the role of compression in comprehension. That which can be held like a snowball.
And so for day 167