Is
Today’s post is brought to you by the word “is.”
To begin with, words by the beloved John O’Donohue from his book Beauty:
“Beauty makes presence shine. It brings out elegance and dignity and has a confidence, an effortlessness that is not laboured or forced. This fluency and ease of presence is ultimately rooted below the surface in surer depths. In a sense, the question of beauty is about a way of looking at things. It is everywhere, and everything has beauty; it is merely a matter of discovering it. The most profound statement that can be made about something is the statement that ‘it is.’ Beauty is. the word is is the most magical word. It is a short, inconsequential little word and does not even sound special. Yet the word is is the greatest hymn to the ‘thereness’ of things. We are so throughly entangled in the web of the world that we are blind to the unfolding world being there before us.”
Next, this profound poem:
Prayer
by Galway Kinnell
Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
An example of a poem that uses the same word three in a row and still makes sense. Rare. From Kinnell’s Selected.
If you have read my Rumi and the Red Handbag, then you may have thought about the word “is.” In fact, the last word of the book, very deliberately, is the word, “is.” I had written maybe half of the first draft before I even realized that my character, Ingrid-Simone, had the initials, “I.S.” which she preferred to write, I.s.
When I did realize this, other things came into play of course.
As well, one of the epigraphs to RATRH is:
“I too am: is.”
– Clarice Lispector
Lastly, I leave you with this classic which I’ve always loved: Is You Is or Is You Ain’t My Baby:
