Edward Hirsch's poems
I enjoyed listening to Hirsch's conversation -- it was so personal and direct. I detected a sense of resignation not in any defeatist sense but in a detached sense -- healthfully, so. I like Edward's observation that there will be resolution of the conflicts (possibly) only in the grave. This observation, in my opinion, says that a positivist approach is unlikely to ever resolve and reconcile the conflicts -- we need something beyond. Hirsch evokes his dad's death as the anchor to hope.
When I was listening to Hirsch, I was reminded of a poem by an Indian sufist, Kabir Das, where he sings of the Abode of the Beloved (as Hirsch's reflection on his dad) as thus:
In that Place There Is No Happiness or Unhappiness,
No Truth or Untruth
Neither Sin Nor Virtue.
There Is No Day or Night, No Moon or Sun,
There Is Radiance Without Light.
There Is No Knowledge or Meditation
No Repetition of Mantra or Austerities,
Neither Speech Coming From Vedas or Books.
Doing, Not-Doing, Holding, Leaving
All These Are All Lost Too In This Place.