You know that moment before you sneeze? How the tickle gets worse by incremental degrees up to the point where you swear a static-charged horsefly is flitting against the walls of your nostril. You experience that last expectant moment of complete torture only to finally explode your face off, rocket out the microscopic irritant that couldn’t be borne any longer.
Paraclete just sent me a copy of Scott Cairns’ newest book of poetry, Compass of Affection. I’ve read many of the poems now and felt a growing sense that these are bits of life, my own life, the common experiences I’ve not had the time or ability to reflect upon as thoroughly. And if only I had the insight and the words Scott does.
Beautiful. Deep. Inspiring. True. I don’t know if life can be lived fully without such reflective art. We live in our skin so tragically unaware sometimes. Yet this is what it is to be rocketed into the life around you, tapped in to the physical experiences of a spiritual reality, existing all around us, yet somehow just beyond the realm of expression. Scott Cairns gets it. Gets you. Gets us. Read it. Absorb and grow.
“Setting Out” appears on the back cover. I recommend you do too.