A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of his life, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which God has implanted in the human soul. [Goethe]
I’ve written about poetry (and some poems as well) primarily as Chaty Lorens—Spanish born, New Jersey-raised (which more so than cliché rough has made me a Whitmanian wonderer of sorts)—and for many years now Spanish-returned, again. Have I come full circle like the proverbial return to one’s dying place—oh my Querencia—? I haven’t the foggiest idea. I’m Spanish and American. Had I been, Australian, say, I’d know something more about such boomerang effects.
But the thought alone shows you my temperament: melancholy, poetic, pretentious, selfish, vain and blah, blah, blah, ‘cause I simply talk a lot. And I am envious! All those damn great poets—so many of them—and here I am, watching from the bleachers (only occasionally getting into the game).
Bear with me. Did I say I love poetry? This is what this site is about.