It is no wonder that in a book of poems entitled Light-crossing Michael Redhill makes us attentive to starlight.
starblown night, scattered salt thrown for good luck over a shoulder
That was from “Night Driving”
This is from “Mahoney Point”
But the Milky Way is a chalk mark
erased against blackness
And the title to this blog entry is derived from the final words of “Allen’s Hill”: wild starlight.
What is remarkable for me in these examples is the pairing of a celestial figure with a human gesture. In some ways, one would expect such treatment to result in a domestication of the phenomenon. However, the impulsiveness of the gesture releases a sort of sublimity.
And so for day 1874