Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Keeping Things Whole by Mark Strand (1964)

In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

When I walk
I part the air
and always
the air moves in  
to fill the spaces
where my body’s been.

We all have reasons
for moving.
I move
to keep things whole.

3 comments:

  1. Intriguing...

    I am really curious as to your interpretation of this poem!

    To me, this has an almost spiritual meaning...

    (Also, your captchas are seriously making me wonder if I am actually human. :P)

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  2. I really love this poem. To me it sounds like a constant reason for living. Not a grand overall purpose in life, but the small things. Like here I am now, doing this, and it's the perfect thing to do right now, and this is exactly where I belong. It's sounds like having perfect control over oneself and life, and life (like the air lol) responding to the controller. Like the wheel of time weaving you into the pattern??

    What do you think?

    What spiritual meaning does it hold for you?

    What are our reasons for moving? :$ Are we not also parting air to get to places??

    Hahaha you're human!? I had no idea ;)
    Man, some captchas are a serious test of will and patience

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  3. This is a very beautiful way of talking about the meaning of life. :)

    Re: "Like the wheel of time weaving you into the pattern". This brings to my mind (other than "Wheel of Time"!) the idea of action and reaction: as if life, while being like plasticine in our hands, actually responds to our numerous pushes and pulls, like an actual human being, an actual individual!

    Indeed, what are our reasons for moving? If we are parting air to get to places, can we ever really claim independence? :S Somehow makes me think of the chicken and egg problem. :P But forget about that part that I just said; it probably makes no sense. :P

    Maybe "spiritual" is tooo strong a word, hahaha. But let me try to explain what I thought. I was thinking of the "I" here as your better half, but not in the sense of another individual; instead, the better version of yourself, that resides within yourself, that may look so different from yourself, yet captures your very own spirit imbibed of your very own qualities but marvellously deprived of what is usually considered "bad".

    How can I say this? I kind of mean something like the divine version/ideal of yourself...do I actually make any kind of sense!?!?!?

    If the ability to properly interpret captchas makes one human, then I renounce to this world. ;)

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