Hello. Read over this thread & choose another section for me to read tonight. Thanks!
Thatās what I was thinking & then my thoughts remembered a beloved poem:
āFailing and Flying
BY JACK GILBERT
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.ā
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/48132/failing-and-flying
Iām not familiar with Cluneā he sounds interesting. When John passed away a few years agoā The Paris Review shared this piece on Twitter & it grabbed my attention.
āIt is as though the actual Ashbery poem were concealed from you, written on the other side of a mirrored surface, and you saw only the reflection of your reading. But by reflecting your reading, Ashberyās poems allow you to attend to your attention, to experience your experience, thereby enabling a strange kind of presence. But it is a presence that keeps the virtual possibilities of poetry intact because the true poem remains beyond you, inscribed on the far side of the mirror.ā
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/12/09/the-i-and-the-you/
Soā not everyone enjoys his poetry. But I do! Itās uncanniness speaks to me.
Godā I love John Ashbery #poetry
āANOTHER KIND OF AFTERNOON
Remotely the unnamed keeps up with me. It must be quite a time since the last dignitaries visited with you. Yes, and I'm about out of breath
for all the quiet cells we kept company in. Must be a zillion years
Look, here comes one of them.
I know I just met the czar's brother
in a book report. Soon it was time to return home, past the midpoint, skipping-place. Fierce, how that cloud suffocates the sun, then is gracious for a whileā 
Iāve gotten along so long with just my iPhone (& an outdated Chromebook & iPadā I rarely use).
I have a company issued laptop that my IT can remote access whenever they desireā so that device does not countā work only.
The only time I mourned not having my own computer was when I deleted my 7 year old Twitter account ā no where to put the zip files.
But nowāthat Iām on Nostrā I feel itās time to rely on something else besides my āļø
People have difficulty with emotions. Joe lived with complexity. Huxleyās story shows how people escape.
I agree. I was looking through my Joseph Campbell books (cannot find the quote) ā but there is this story I always liked about him waiting for his wife (she was a dancer & studied with Martha Graham). Joe was impatient because she was late. & then he remembered about living in the present moment & I think he credits Huxley. And of courseā everything he learned from Buddhism.
Thank you for your insight. As for Lispector, yesā I have a 22 year old son & Iām not sure she would be as meaningful to him. Althoughā Iām not sure. One is never sureā that is why a variety of artistic & scientific expression is important.
You might be part of the reason Iām converted to this proclaimed truth. I once heard Ben Moser (English translator & biographer of Lispector)say that many in Brazil grow up reading Clarice Lispector. Is this true?
I read her later in life but I feel if I had read her earlierā certain parts of my life might have made sense to me.
looking forward to reading ā thank you again
Thank you nostr:npub1h50pnxqw9jg7dhr906fvy4mze2yzawf895jhnc3p7qmljdugm6gsrurqev š This statue basically sums up my life. 
𤣠Happy Fatherās Day
Thank you! I will order them for my summer reading list. I have a deep respect for the booker prize selection process.
I read both those Coelho books you mentioned & Brida
Lispector & of course Coelho. One of my favs: https://www.amazon.com/Witch-Portobello-Paulo-Coelho/dp/006133880X
If you are asking meā I have not read Ruffato yet. Do you have a recommendation from these selections or from another Brazilian artist?