He made it look easy. But I can assure you that it is not.
‘It’…being proems (prose poems) that captured the imagination and stirred the heart and touched the soul—all within a well-confined space. A hunnert words. Hunnert-and-a-half, maybe.
Brian Doyle was a master at it. And now, he is gone. At the tender age of 60. Old enough to have seen a lot, loved a lot, hurt a lot, mulled a lot, apologized a lot, shared a lot.
You can find some of his stuff at First Things.
I note, with affection…and a tinge of sadness, that his 2014 collection A Shimmer of Something is among the most dog-eared books I own.
Check out this small sample—the volume’s title track, and the proem that follows immediately after it:
‘Witness is our great work.’
You got that right, Brian.
You got it right, too.
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
Wonderful. Many thanks for reminder of the gift of Brian Doyle and his poetry.