April 6. Today’s daily resource for Napowrimo 2026 is Nobel-winning poet Louise Glück’s essay, “Against Sincerity,” in which Glück muses on the difference between honesty and truth in poetry. She pays particular attention to the blue and red corners of Milton and Keats, a virtual debate that inspired the following.
On a cold wet marble, stand naked feet washed by the darkest blue oceans of time,
Soothed with oils of deceitful perception.
Tightly clasped eyes cannot hide the feeble form which they support,
Unfurled they espy only hologram reflections of light,
Whose mirrors grant the form’s rented gossamer silk shadows,
Birthed by a blazing light we decree will die.
Knowledgeless of its demise or hoped for reprise.
I’ve stood above my grandmother times five,
Did she, in her imagination, see me alive?
Now my granddaughter inhales my exhaled air,
In a 1,000 years will our eyes back through history stare?
What are we in this galaxy of glimpses?
Impulse?
Evidence?
Ellipses?
Missives & Musings 
Coincidentally, I had a conversation about the universe, time and distance last night, Graham, so your poem resonated with me, especially the phrase ‘birthed by a blazing light we decree will die’.
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A profound poem, Graham. I liked the last two stanzas the most. The questions are eternal. What are we? We create such a fuss, destroy more than we create and then leave, taking nothing.
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