On the nature of freedom: holding on to your scars and yet letting go
Posted in Childhood memories, Poetry on Aug 11th, 2010
Inspired by a conversation I had with a friend, I am reading a poem by Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish, and I am thinking about the appealing and yet strange concept of freedom. The question I see being asked and answered in the poem constitutes not what defines freedom but how it is achieved. The speaker [...]
