Incline My Stubborn Heart: Poems --- Sydney Lea | Numéro Cinq
Sydney Lea can't get out of the kitchen before poems strike him. He makes coffee --- a poem. He thinks about scraping out the firebox in his stove --- a poem. Not that I am making fun of this; it's a rich spiritual condition to have that much respect, and even love, for the existence of things. Things contain memory, affection, duty, ritual, even a moral armature --- mere persistence, at a certain point, implies strength of purpose and will. Sydney has that Heideggerian ear for the sussurations of Being and we hear them, too, in the cadences of his poems.