Poetry in Motion

Got home last night from another Death Valley moto trip. Settled in with one of my favorite poets, C.P. Cavafy. The Alexandrian adventures of the anglo Greek modern master might have seemed tame after a few days of twisties at 5,000 RPM.

But the sweep of a glance is as gorgeous as the sweep of a long desert curve. Or even the sweep of the hour before sunset.

"What is life?" asked a Blackfoot chief. "It is the flash of a firefly in the night."

It's never the same old landscape if you can always see it differently. As the Blackfoot people so wisely noted, "there are many paths to a meaningful sense of the natural world."

So get out there and try some poetry.

Here's one of my motorcycling poems set in Death Valley posted on my author site, suzannestroh.com . And here's a likeness of C.P Cavafy looking more like Proust than Woody Allen. And a Blackfoot chief with his own trusty steed.

Chief of the Blackfoot nation

 

C.P. Cavafy, chief of the Anglo Greek gay poets