Evanescene. Doty writes movingly, beyond movingly... about the death of his partner, Wally, from AIDS. "How can you hide, wrote Heraclitus, from what never goes away? Death is always present..." "The physical reinvention of the world is endless, relentless, fascinating, exhaustive; nothing that seems solid is. If you could stand at just a little distance in time, how fluid and shape-shifting physical reality would be, everything hurrying into some other form, even concrete, even stone." This blog, by the way, is something of a journal, a record of many things, including the books and passages that have moved me. Stuff I want to store and go back to--and also share. So in some sense it's also a basket, a container for what strikes me as wonders... and DOG YEARS is rich with wonders. "The narcissism of depression is a hole with very steep sides." "Giving up the ghost--that is the best phrase we have for dying. The ghost in ourselves, the animating geist--in that last moment of breathing out, I swear it does go up." And then, for me, something most unexpected, Mark Doty's riff on Judy Garland, a singer I have never "gotten." And I am so moved by Doty's take on Judy, I read those passages aloud to my wife and... well, no one, to my mind, has ever written so well, so genuinely, so movingly about Miss Garland. and poetry, "The purpose of poetry, it has been said, is to bring more of the unsayable into the world of speech..."