Had my eyes closed,half asleep and heard her saying she reads Rumi every day, and tears welled up. I love Rumi and read him every day in original (one of the few flexes of being a Persian), and it suddenly hits differently that May Oliver also loves him.
everything she said hit me right in the heart. her particular form of hope and belief is so important to me. the way she said she saved her own life? yeah
'I got saved by poetry and I got saved by the world' ❤ 'listening conviviably... to the world' ❤ 'attention is the beginning of devotion' ❤ 'how to be idle and blessed' ❤ 'your one wild and precious life' ❤ 'no sense of elites or difference' ❤ 'in your rage, you have sullied and murdered' 'what we are made of will make something else: there is no nothingness' ❤ 'I kept at it every day. Finally, you learn things' ❤ 'positively drenched in enthusiasm' ❤
Indeed a treat! Mary Oliver's simple words speak for all of us, touch the core of our heart so lovingly! "More willing to grow old..." Indeed! So true. !
What a wonderful addition to my Sunday morning. I am a landscape painter who is more comfortable in nature than anywhere else and befriended Mary Oliver’s poetry many years ago. Thank you so much for this very special interview with Mary about her life and poetry. What a treasured gift to us all.
"When it's all over, I want to say that I was a bride married to amazement, I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms , I don't wish to simply have visited this world'. When death comes, Mary Oliver. Thank you, Virginia from Wyoming, an English man in London would never have heard of Mary Oliver if it wasn't for you
Appreciate her directness....reminds me of my grandmother who painted landscapes and studied scripture making notes...was a widow most of her life with 3 kids ..dad was 6 when his dad died
it's so priceless to hear her saying these beautiful words on life, little things and what comes after. thank you for this moving and profound interview 🦢
so precious to hear her reading her own poetry. I remember my therapist reading to me ,in braille as he was blind, In Blackwater Woods at the end of our final session. And I remember reciting from memory some of When Death Comes to a dying friend as she lay in her bed with her friends gathered around her. "and each body a lion of courage...". this poetry is so much a part of my life. She's right on when she says people can remember a poem and therefore they can own it. Make it part of their own lives. Thank you Mary for what you've given us.
IN THE NEXT ROOM & ALWAYS I come home from the grocery store and there you sit in our, sorry, your recliner and your big, ardent smile of a greeting, pierces my soul. “Is the smile for me, Bette or is it the groceries?” “Oh, come on, the smile is for you, my love...now hurry...tell me what's in the bag?” “Ah, we do like a good list of grocery items don't we...now, let's see, there is milk, coffee, cereal...” “What kind?” “Now, Bette, would I put myself at risk of bodily harm if I didn't get your favorite cereal...” “You had to guess, didn't ya? I can see you now, pacing the aisle, looking at all those boxes of cereal, and not having a clue.” “Hey! I'm not entirely clueless...just the f'ing memory.” “I know babe, so what you choose?” “Grape Nut Flakes.” “Bingo!” “Truly?” “Would I lie...don't answer that, so what else you got in that bag.” “Pasta shells, Marinara sauce, mushrooms, broccoli, chocolate cake, and all the fixings for a healthy salad." “Great, you remember we had the Newman salad dressing.” “Yes.” “Question” “Yes, but first, let me go to the kitchen and get the milk and produce into the fridge.” “Of course.” “Oh, Bette, you didn't have much of that organic juice I bought the other day.” “I will have some later.” “Don't forget.” “I won't...anyway, that's your department, 'where did I put my keys', John.” “Ha, ha, very funny.” “I thought so, now that question.” “Oh, I'm sorry, yes, Bette.” “Can I have dessert before dinner?” “Now, I don't know about that, that's not the way you been raised.” “But things are different, now, Dad.” “You mean...” “Of course, I mean, John!” “Jeez, Bette, I hear you. I'm just in the next room, you know.” “Sorry.” “Come to think of it, Bette, I can't think of anything better than a slice of chocolate cake and a cup or glass of...” “Milk, please, a glass of milk...and, by the way, that organic milk tastes real good.” “Yes. I'm glad we started going more organic, especially now, since you...” “What do you want to do tonight, John, after dinner?” “I don't know sweetheart...whatever you'd like.” “Oh, boy, John...wrong answer.” “Scrabble again, Bette?” “Yup, third night in a row and loving it...you four-letter word loser, you.” “Ah gee, Bette, don't pick on me.” “Hey, how miserable the last months be if I can't pick on thee.” “I am honored, my rhyming Bette. And, speaking of rhyme, are you enjoying Mary Oliver?” “I am, yes, and thank you for the book. She is a wonderful Poet.” “I knew you were familiar with her and liked her so I checked the bookcase, didn't see that volume, and, voila.” “It is a nice edition, John. I do have an earlier one but it's tucked away and it has been a while since I read it so...this is perfect.” “You will still hold on to the earlier edition, won't ya?” “Oh, sure, John.” “Good. I imagine you made comments in the margins like you do with books you really appreciate.” “For sure. And, love of my life, do you know what I did?” “Oh, what you do now?” “Hey.” “No, I mean...please tell me.” “I wrote a poem for you and it's in an envelope, hidden away.” “Oh, love, I can't wait to read it, I will go find it...we'll play the “Hotter/Colder” search game....ready when you are.” “Let it be, hon...can you wait, till...” “I can if that be your wish, Bette.” “It is.” “And you won't forget to leave me a note as to where, before...” “Yes, my loveable, lousy scrabble player...and where is my milk and chocolate cake?” *
Had my eyes closed,half asleep and heard her saying she reads Rumi every day, and tears welled up. I love Rumi and read him every day in original (one of the few flexes of being a Persian), and it suddenly hits differently that May Oliver also loves him.
I know!! It’s Amazing when we FEEL how connected we are🙃😉❤️
I only recently discovered the process of minature Persian Painting.
So beautiful as an artform and dedicated ritual
everything she said hit me right in the heart. her particular form of hope and belief is so important to me. the way she said she saved her own life? yeah
She had a sacred relationship with the natural world through empathy and love.
'I got saved by poetry and I got saved by the world' ❤
'listening conviviably... to the world' ❤
'attention is the beginning of devotion' ❤
'how to be idle and blessed' ❤
'your one wild and precious life' ❤
'no sense of elites or difference' ❤
'in your rage, you have sullied and murdered'
'what we are made of will make something else: there is no nothingness' ❤
'I kept at it every day. Finally, you learn things' ❤
'positively drenched in enthusiasm' ❤
Beautiful interview I write through the tears streaming down my cheeks. ❤ Mary Oliver will live on through all the rest of my days and more.
I love her!♥️ She shriveled, died becoming a true sea fruit. Stub my toe, on you. So briny and sweet.
poetry about poet. Lovelylovely
This is lovely
A great poet and a beautiful soul, a gift of love, rawness and vulnerability.
Indeed a treat!
Mary Oliver's simple words speak for all of us, touch the core of our heart so lovingly!
"More willing to grow old..." Indeed! So true. !
Never heard of Mary. Was inspired by the conversation, wrote 4 poems in this short interview. Thank you for sharing 🎉
What a wonderful addition to my Sunday morning. I am a landscape painter who is more comfortable in nature than anywhere else and befriended Mary Oliver’s poetry many years ago. Thank you so much for this very special interview with Mary about her life and poetry. What a treasured gift to us all.
"When it's all over, I want to say that I was a bride married to amazement, I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms , I don't wish to simply have visited this world'.
When death comes, Mary Oliver.
Thank you, Virginia from Wyoming, an English man in London would never have heard of Mary Oliver if it wasn't for you
She was what I aspire to be.
Beautiful interview with many insights. ❤
I’m so thankful you had this conversation with her and shared it online
Appreciate her directness....reminds me of my grandmother who painted landscapes and studied scripture making notes...was a widow most of her life with 3 kids ..dad was 6 when his dad died
What an avenue for insight and learning! And I would never have thought Mary Oliver, Rumi and Bonobo would be in one video. Thank you!
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
Esto es una belleza de sensibilidad y sencillez 💚🙏🏼
I had no idea that she had died. God what an original distinctive talent she was.
it's so priceless to hear her saying these beautiful words on life, little things and what comes after. thank you for this moving and profound interview 🦢
I love mary Oliver's poems 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
shes so gentle
Gracias Madame!
I love sitting at my desk for hours and writing though.
Mary Oliver is one of the best ever!❤
wrong
Thank you.
I add my thanks to yours! Thank you Mary Oliver for all you have given us in your life
Thank You!
Thank you 🌹🦋💛
Wonderful poems and poet!
great outro music :) love some bonabo. i think this session helped me write a poem :)
A national treasure
I love her works i am already on my fourth book of hers
do you have a favorite so far?
@@theterminaldave why I wake early
god i love her so much
Just love this.
so precious to hear her reading her own poetry. I remember my therapist reading to me ,in braille as he was blind, In Blackwater Woods at the end of our final session. And I remember reciting from memory some of When Death Comes to a dying friend as she lay in her bed with her friends gathered around her. "and each body a lion of courage...". this poetry is so much a part of my life. She's right on when she says people can remember a poem and therefore they can own it. Make it part of their own lives. Thank you Mary for what you've given us.
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
💚 this phrase is just perfect.
❤️🌳. Thank you, I feel
very fortunate to hear this interview with Mary Oliver.
This week a great writer was buried. Edna O’Brien.
¿por qué habla tanta la entrevistadora? no la dejó hablar a Mary...una gran pena.
poem begins 36:05
IN THE NEXT ROOM & ALWAYS
I come home from the grocery store and there you sit in our, sorry, your recliner and your big, ardent smile of a greeting, pierces my soul.
“Is the smile for me, Bette or is it the groceries?”
“Oh, come on, the smile is for you, my love...now hurry...tell me what's in the bag?”
“Ah, we do like a good list of grocery items don't we...now, let's see, there is milk, coffee, cereal...”
“What kind?”
“Now, Bette, would I put myself at risk of bodily harm if I didn't get your favorite cereal...”
“You had to guess, didn't ya? I can see you now, pacing the aisle, looking at all those boxes of cereal, and not having a clue.”
“Hey! I'm not entirely clueless...just the f'ing memory.”
“I know babe, so what you choose?”
“Grape Nut Flakes.”
“Bingo!”
“Truly?”
“Would I lie...don't answer that, so what else you got in that bag.”
“Pasta shells, Marinara sauce, mushrooms, broccoli, chocolate cake, and all the fixings for a healthy salad."
“Great, you remember we had the Newman salad dressing.”
“Yes.”
“Question”
“Yes, but first, let me go to the kitchen and get the milk and produce into the fridge.”
“Of course.”
“Oh, Bette, you didn't have much of that organic juice I bought the other day.”
“I will have some later.”
“Don't forget.”
“I won't...anyway, that's your department, 'where did I put my keys', John.”
“Ha, ha, very funny.”
“I thought so, now that question.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, yes, Bette.”
“Can I have dessert before dinner?”
“Now, I don't know about that, that's not the way you been raised.”
“But things are different, now, Dad.”
“You mean...”
“Of course, I mean, John!”
“Jeez, Bette, I hear you. I'm just in the next room, you know.”
“Sorry.”
“Come to think of it, Bette, I can't think of anything better than a slice of chocolate cake and a cup or glass of...”
“Milk, please, a glass of milk...and, by the way, that organic milk tastes real good.”
“Yes. I'm glad we started going more organic, especially now, since you...”
“What do you want to do tonight, John, after dinner?”
“I don't know sweetheart...whatever you'd like.”
“Oh, boy, John...wrong answer.”
“Scrabble again, Bette?”
“Yup, third night in a row and loving it...you four-letter word loser, you.”
“Ah gee, Bette, don't pick on me.”
“Hey, how miserable the last months be if I can't pick on thee.”
“I am honored, my rhyming Bette. And, speaking of rhyme, are you enjoying Mary Oliver?”
“I am, yes, and thank you for the book. She is a wonderful Poet.”
“I knew you were familiar with her and liked her so I checked the bookcase, didn't see that volume, and, voila.”
“It is a nice edition, John. I do have an earlier one but it's tucked away and it has been a while since I read it so...this is perfect.”
“You will still hold on to the earlier edition, won't ya?”
“Oh, sure, John.”
“Good. I imagine you made comments in the margins like you do with books you really appreciate.”
“For sure. And, love of my life, do you know what I did?”
“Oh, what you do now?”
“Hey.”
“No, I mean...please tell me.”
“I wrote a poem for you and it's in an envelope, hidden away.”
“Oh, love, I can't wait to read it, I will go find it...we'll play the “Hotter/Colder” search game....ready when you are.”
“Let it be, hon...can you wait, till...”
“I can if that be your wish, Bette.”
“It is.”
“And you won't forget to leave me a note as to where, before...”
“Yes, my loveable, lousy scrabble player...and where is my milk and chocolate cake?”
*
Thank you. I just lost my wife, and it's nice to hear the banter.
❤
Fine,fine interaction.
Came here for 22:49
Do you know the piece of music behind the reading
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Mary oliver
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Gndu
Oolodi
12:25
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