Interruptions, annoyances and heartbreaks give us a voice. That which we struggle against defines us. In our struggles, we make “a blundering noise made out of stumbles.”
That phrase comes from “A noise of stumbles,” a short poem by Norman MacCaig.
This poem relies on a wonderful metaphor:
Stones in the throat make the hill burn sing.
It’s in the stones in the creek bed that make the brook babble.
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