Stories In Real Time: Bone
I envy dogs because their lives seem mere aggregations of disconnected moments – obsessions that come from nothing and lead nowhere; passions entirely innocent of articulated goals or sublimating ideas; and, of course, unearned, but entirely deserved, lapses into dog-breathed sleep. To live entirely in the moment is to live unhounded by guilt or anxiety or the slightest dissatisfaction with our lot. Perhaps the poem’s closing injunction is impossible as a mode of living, but I think music, poetry, dance, as well as all the rhythms of the visual arts, give us spells when we too can slumber over the moment’s marrow bone.

--Terence Culleton, poet and author of "Bone"

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