Sneak Preview of Autumn

I’m extremely not used to waking up at 5:30 am to get to school by 8am for my 8:30 teaching yet. So, when I got home around noon I wound up sleeping within an hour or two and for the whole afternoon through most of both games of the Mets’ doubleheader. So, I wind up waking with only about an hour of daylight left and suddenly it seems prematurely dark and, so, quite a bit like autumn.

So, I had this swirl of nostalgia in my gut for autumns past. The fall is a time of year that has rarely been terribly good for me but for some reason I get painfully nostalgic this time of year. I actually wind up feeling a longing for past miseries of past autumns. It’s as though emotionally I remember fondly any time that I felt deeply and intensely, whether that was good or bad. I’m nostalgic for all that intensity and it fuels a new sort of miserable intensity of enjoying being alive struggling against the blackness that gets longer and longer by the day.

This is a poetic season, it’s when I wrote the most poems and when I feel the way a poet feels, like everything around you is pregnant with meaning and symbolism and pain and joy. Every mundane thing is recontextualized as a harbinger of the autumn and all it represents to me.

At bottom what does it mean to me? It means loneliness and the season that would be the sweetest not to be lonely in—and both for the same reason, the dark and the chill in Autumn are the most exhilerating and beautiful aspects of the whole year to me.

No denying choosing to listen to Bob Dylan’s Modern Times tonight was pretty much just rubbing it in for myself :)

  • Amy P.

    I’m glad you’re listening to Modern Times. That nostalgic but painful feeling also works well with Time out of Mind as a soundtrack (my favorite). I’m happy you’re blogging!Amy

  • W.G.

    That was both really lovely and really depressing. Fall comes in second in my favorite season competition. It’s quiet and mysterious and just, to use a favorite word, atmospheric.Did you ever consider writing as a career?

  • Daniel Fincke

    Thanks for saying “hi” Amy! Time Out of Mind is quite possibly my #2 favorite album of all time behind Tom Petty’s Wildflowers. When I was listening to Modern Times I was liking it well enough and then after a while this FANTASTIC song came on and I said, “Now, I REALLY like this one. And it’s awfully familiar…. Then I realized it was a live version of a Time Out of Mind song. It figured :)

  • Daniel Fincke

    And hi again, Wendy :) Thank you for the positive feedback as my own inclination was to think I was laying it on a bit thick there :P When I was a kid all I wanted to be was a writer. By the time I was heading to college it was “professor and writer.” Those are still the goals. My dream life would consist of teaching the whole school year and alternating summers writing philosophy books and screenplays. And if I can ever get the muse back, I’d love to write poetry again.Maybe in a couple weeks, I’ll get up the courage to roll out my old poems on here, particularly my autumn poems—though I’m not terribly sure they’re terribly good.