Spring Azures, The Soot and Sill, and A New Narrative.

Send us Fan MailIn spring the blue azures bow downat the edges of shallow puddlesto drink the black rain water.Then they rise and float away into the fields.Sometimes the great bones of my life feel so heavy,and all the tricks my body knows―the opposable thumbs, the kneecaps,and the mind clicking and clicking—don’t seem enough to carry me through this worldand I think: how I would liketo have wings—blue ones—ribbons of flame.How I would like to open them, and risefrom the black rain water.And then I think of Blake, in the dirt and sweat of London—a boystaring through the window, when God camefluttering up.Of course, he screamed,and seeing the bobbin of God’s blue bodyleaning on the sill,and the thousand-faceted eyes.Well, who knows.Who knows what hung, fluttering, at the windowbetween him and the darkness.Anyway, Blake the hosier’s son stood upand turned away from the sooty sill and the dark city—turned away foreverfrom the factories, the personal strivings,to a life of the the imagination. - Mary OliverYou can find a.m. on Instagram and TikTok at @absurdwisdom. We are produced and distributed by DAE Presents, the production arm of DAE (@dae.community on Instagram and online at mydae.org).The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the speakers and do not necessarily reflect the views or positions of any entities they represent. While we make every effort to ensure that the information shared is accurate, we welcome any comments, suggestions, or correction of errors. You can contact us at [email protected].