Yesterday I stumbled upon a writer I had never heard of. And let me warn you — yes, I live under a rock. Don’t be surprised by how little I know about academia & famous people. The person I discovered was Mary Karr. At first I didn’t like her. She was speaking on a panel, and I felt she was so abrasive and foul mouthed. It seemed like she was looking for attention or ‘cool points’, instead of making a contribution to the topic at hand (which was another writer’s work). But towards the end of the panel discussion, I felt that she was making really insightful and brilliants comments. (Comments that are not always easy to hear, because they are sharp, and to the point. She seemed to have little concern for how her words landed, or if the listener might take offense.) I wanted to learn more about Mary Karr. After a few minutes on Google, I found a small handful of videos and watched them all. I’m curious now to read her writing/work.
Mary Karr shared a Kabir poem, during one of her interviews that I watched. I loved the poem, and felt it was worthy of sharing today.
I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such
We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves
birds and animals and the ants–
perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in
your mother’s womb.
Is it logical you would be walking around entirely
The truth is you turned away yourself,
and decided to go into the dark alone.
Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten
what you once knew,
and that’s why everything you do has some weird
failure in it.