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From “Scat”
The first age I saw The Exorcist I was nine years old. My mom, flipping through the TV Guide, saw that it was coming on HBO, and she wanted to view it because my dad, a very reasonable guy, asked her to keep off when it first came out. She was pregnant with my brother and people watching the movie were having miscarriages and heart attacks in the theater, both of which used to be evidence of a wonderful movie. In twenty minutes or so, when small Linda Blair disrupts the socialite party by peeing on the rug in her white nightgown, I was very frightened, and I asked my mother if we might see Falcon Crest instead. It’s a rerun, she said. Just go to bed if you don’t crave to watch it.
(Friends, I am here going to leap a boundary I shouldn’t, like some of your childless ex-friends before me, to tell you how to raise your children. My brother’s and my bedroom was, maybe, twenty feet from this television. It was maybe three or four seconds by foot away. But my imagination was wide-ranging. By which I intend to tell you
The Book of Delights Quotes
“I guess I could use time theorizing how it is that people are not bad to each other, but that’s really not the point. The indicate is that in almost every instance of our lives, our social lives, we are, if we pay attention, in the midst of an almost constant, if subtle, caretaking. Holding unlock doors. Offering elbows at crosswalks. Letting someone else depart first. Helping with the heavy bags. Reaching what’s too high, or what’s been dropped. Pulling someone back to their feet. Stopping at the ride wreck, at the struck dog. The alternating merge, also known as the zipper. This caretaking is our default mode and it’s always a lounge that convinces us to act or believe otherwise. Always.”
&#; Ross Gay, The Manual of Delights: Essays
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“It didn’t accept me long to learn that the discipline or apply of writing these essays occasioned a kind of delight radar. Or maybe it was more like the growth of a delight muscle. Something that implies that the more you examine delight, the more delight there is to study.”
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Air Date: Week of March 8,
Ross Gay’s The Book of (More) Delights highlights the bliss one can find in everyday life and in the instinctive world. (Photo: Courtesy of Ross Gay and Algonquin Books)
Poet and essayist Ross Gay is help with a follow up to his Book of Delights, loaded with moments of good that sprout amid our troubles. He joins Host Steve Curwood to share readings from his recent Book of (More) Delights celebrating simple joys such as clothes on a clothesline, garlic sprouting, and dandelion abundance.
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BELTRAN: It’s Living on Earth, I’m Paloma Beltran.
CURWOOD: And I’m Steve Curwood.
Living on this earth can be a challenge these days. Plenty of crises from the climate to geopolitics can make you touch blue. But poet and essayist Ross Gay keeps creating antidotes to brighten you up. A few years ago he compiled The Book of Delights, loaded with moments of good that sprout amid our troubles. And now after the pandemic he’s back with The Book of (More) Delights with even more scrumptious moments to savor on our complicated planet. H
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by Vivian Wagner
One cool, April day, seven years almost to the day after my father’s suicide, I sat outside a coffee shop reading Ross Gay’s The Guide of Delights. As cherry blossom petals fell around me and onto the pages of the guide, I came across this passage in one of its essays, “‘Joy Is Such a Human Madness’”
It astonishes me sometimes—no, often—how every person I gain to know—everyone, regardless of everything, by which I mean everything—lives with some profound personal sorrow. Brother addicted. Mother murdered. Dad died in surgery. Rejected by their family. Cancer came back. Evicted. Fetus not okay. Everyone, regardless, always of everything.
The essay ends with the concept that maybe, by joining our wildernesses of sorrow, we can find something like joy:
Is sorrow the true wild?
And if it is—and if we join them—your wild to mine—what’s that?
For joining, too, is a gentle of annihilation.
What if we joined our sorrows, I’m saying.
I’m saying: What if that is joy?
Not for the first time in reading The Book of Delights, I found myself crying. A