When you require renewal, is there a particular poem or book you return to? A particular author?
For perceptual refreshment (when I find myself dulled in habitual ways of seeing, perceiving), I return to Malcom de Chazal’s Sens-Plastique. Ex.: “The sun’s slowest reflexes are the shadows it casts. Shadows are restless echo-lights whose rate of travel depends on the air’s lubricity and the smoothness of surfaces. Shadows run on the plains, walk in the valleys, gallop in summer, and trot in winter.”
For spiritual refreshment, I relied on Emerson in youth. Now, rarely does reading help revive my zest. I meditate, I write, I get some sun. Sometimes I have a cannoli.
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