Because life is sweeter when the senses receive our attention in daily life. Even when they are notably unpleasant they may be worthy of poetry. I've reviewed my Sensorium posts over the past year and here's the Worst of 2021....
Taste: mezcal, smoke; stinging salt
Sight: emaciated hips; a death’s head skinned over
Taste: mezcal, smoke; stinging salt
Sight: emaciated hips; a death’s head skinned over
Touch: dead bird head pulled from the jaws of a small dog—slimy, crunchy; broken
Sound: shrieking—like a hawk came down upon her
Smell: possum feces
Quotable:
"It is an uneasy lot at best...to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self..." — George Eliot, Middlemarch
Extra: grief, anxiety, exhaustion; when the woman who sleeps in her car gives you a Christmas present
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