After recovering from a year-long depressive episode, I experienced a relapse while visiting Brittany, France. One of the scariest things about depression is how adept it is at finding you even in the best circumstances. You can be surrounded by love, beauty, pleasure, and even peace, but it will find you. This poem acknowledges that fact while recognizing that there are ways of pushing back, difficult though they may be.
James Davis May on "Depression in Saint-Méloir-des-Ondes" |
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Northern Virginia and DC Readers
Join Poetry Daily Editorial Co-Director Sally Keith in Fairfax today, October 13 at 6:00 pm, for a conversation with poets Tom Sleighand Allison Adelle HedgeCoke.
This event is part of the Fall for the Book Festival. See full details here |
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Feminists Fight to Repaint Pablo Neruda's Legacy
"Often compared to Walt Whitman, Neruda became only the second Chilean to receive the Nobel Prize for literature in 1971. But more recently, he's come in for a grilling from Chile's #MeToo movement against sexual abuse that has organized huge street protests."
via NPR |
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What Sparks Poetry:
Moira Egan on Franco Buffoni's "The Acne Eruptions of Eleanor of Aquitaine"
"Handling, embracing, paying extremely close attention: these are, I think, ways to describe the kind of close reading that is necessary to translation. To me, translation is an act of affectionate close reading in the original language, and then, 'close writing,' to the best of my ability, in the target language. As translators, we know that reproducing a poem in another language is a sheer impossibility." |
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