Poetry 103: The Three R’s by Kelly Grovier

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The world always begins
with a phrase – instinctive,

unthinking – an utterance
from which meaning

follows only gradually, if ever,
conjugating itself in water, heat,

and the reactions trigger
further reactions: the angle

of one’s heart, long divisions
of suffering. Somewhere,

a girl is holding a sign: the name
of a passenger whose train

will never arrive. Meanwhile
I am here, talking to you,

banging on about the effing
ineffable, never knowing

whether a stranger
in another world, waiting

on a platform, is ever going
to spell my name right.

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

About Barry Daniel

I live in the Lake District in the UK where I run a guesthouse with my partner Kate and my cat Manuel. I enjoy painting, hillwalking, reading, visiting and entertaining friends, T’ai Chi and playing the guitar. I’m engaged to a certain degree in the local community, as a volunteer with Samaritans and I’m a fairly active member of the local Green party. I’ve had a relatively intuitive sense of the Middle Way most of my adult life but it found a greater articulation and a practical direction through joining the society. It’s also been interesting and great fun engaging with other people with a similar outlook. My main contribution to the society is conducting the podcast interviews, something that gives me a lot of satisfaction and that I’ve learnt a lot from.

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