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The Spirit and the Soul by Jack Gilbert

Jack Gilbert, February 18, 1925 – November 13, 2012, born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA, died in Berkeley, CA.

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It should have been the family that lasted. Should have been my sister and my peasant mother. But it was not. They were the affection, not the journey. It could have been my father, but he died too soon. Gelmetti and Gregg and Nogami lasted. It was the newness of me, and the newness after that, and newness again. It was the important love and the serious lust. It was Pittsburgh that lasted. The iron and fog and sooty brick houses. Not Aunt Mince and Pearl, but the black-and-white winters with their girth and geological length of cold. Streets ripped apart by ice and emerging like wounded beasts when the snow finally left in April. Freight trains with their steam locomotives working at night. Summers the size of crusades. When I was a boy, I saw downtown a large camera standing in front of the William Pitt Hotel or pointed at Kaufmann’s Department Store. Usually around midnight, but the people still going by. The camera set slow enough that cars and people left no trace. The crowds in Rome and Tokyo and Manhattan did not last. But the empty streets of Perugia, my two bowls of bean soup on Kos, and Pimpaporn Charionpanith lasted. The plain nakedness of Anna in Denmark remains in me forever. The wet lilacs on Highland Avenue when I was fourteen. Carrying Michiko dead in my arms. It is not about the spirit. The spirit dances, comes and goes. But the soul is nailed to us like lentils and fatty bacon lodged under the ribs. What lasted is what the soul ate. The way a child knows the world by putting it part by part into his mouth. As I tried to gnaw my way into the Lord, working to put my heart against that heart. Lying in the wheat at night, letting the rain after all the dry months have me.

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It should have been the family that lasted. Should have been my sister and my peasant mother. But it was not. They were the affection, not the journey. It could have been my father, but he died too soon. Gelmetti and Gregg and Nogami lasted. It was the newness of me, and the newness after that, and newness again. It was the important love and the serious lust. It was Pittsburgh that lasted. The iron and fog and sooty brick houses. Not Aunt Mince and Pearl, but the black-and-white winters with their girth and geological length of cold. Streets ripped apart by ice and emerging like wounded beasts when the snow finally left in April. Freight trains with their steam locomotives working at night. Summers the size of crusades. When I was a boy, I saw downtown a large camera standing in front of the William Pitt Hotel or pointed at Kaufmann’s Department Store. Usually around midnight, but the people still going by. The camera set slow enough that cars and people left no trace. The crowds in Rome and Tokyo and Manhattan did not last. But the empty streets of Perugia, my two bowls of bean soup on Kos, and Pimpaporn Charionpanith lasted. The plain nakedness of Anna in Denmark remains in me forever. The wet lilacs on Highland Avenue when I was fourteen. Carrying Michiko dead in my arms. It is not about the spirit. The spirit dances, comes and goes. But the soul is nailed to us like lentils and fatty bacon lodged under the ribs. What lasted is what the soul ate. The way a child knows the world by putting it part by part into his mouth. As I tried to gnaw my way into the Lord, working to put my heart against that heart. Lying in the wheat at night, letting the rain after all the dry months have me.

- Jack Gilbert, “The Spirit and the Soul”

[thethaiger]

#Thailand -- PHOTO: เรื่องจริงผ่านเลนส์.com (The Thuth by lens) The owner of owner of P.S.O. Import (Thailand), 75 year old Prasert Pimpaporn, has petitioned Crime Suppression Division police to take action against 29 army soldiers, police and officials. Prasert was accompanied by lawyer Ananchai Chaiyadet to file the petition with the investigation chief of CSD Division

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Snow Snow Model : Natthika Pimpaporn

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