Afterglow, and poetry
I'm reading Francine Prose's wonderful novel Goldengrove , in which the main character's sister has died. She describes the recurrent sensation of remembering the terrible news over and over, after somehow forgetting. The last couple of days feel like the opposite of that. I keep remembering something wonderful has happened. Zan at A Cup of Tea and a Wheat Penny describes the almost silly sensation of joy: " Oranges look oranger. Sweaters feel warmer. Rain? Who cares!" I respect Barack Obama all the more for emphasizing from the very first moment that this only the very beginning of a very long, hard road. But it's good to bask in the glow of something good for a moment. There has been dancing in the streets! I feel like my Pollyanna-ish optimism is suddenly in fashion again. There is much good writing and reflection about all this, and one of the best (and briefest) is the New York Times' poetry op-eds . My favorite is Joshua Mehigan's , whi...