Insanity is not a want of reason.
It is reason’s overgrowth, a calculating kudzu.
I was cleaning up my writing room last night, getting on toward midnight, because I feel ready to start work on a new book. I found the March 2008 copy of Poetry magazine under some papers, performed the obligatory random page flip-through and my eye stopped me at “From the Towers,” a short, five-stanza poem by Heather McHugh that kicks off with those two lines. I never feel insane when I am not thinking. I never feel insane when I am sitting in the grass in my goat field drinking a Straub’s or PBR. I never feel insane when I am riding.
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June 27, 2008 at 5:49 pm
Maybe a little sometimes when I am riding, if it’s an easy ride and I’m by myself.