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Upstream: Selected Essays (2016)

par Mary Oliver

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"'In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.' So begins Upstream, a collection of essays in which beloved poet Mary Oliver reflects on her willingness, as a young child and as an adult, to lose herself within the beauty and mysteries of both the natural world and the world of literature. Emphasizing the significance of her childhood 'friend' Walt Whitman, through whose work she first understood that a poem is a temple, 'a place to enter, and in which to feel,' and who encouraged her to vanish into the world of her writing, Oliver meditates on the forces that allowed her to create a life for herself out of work and love. As she writes, 'I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.' Upstream follows Oliver as she contemplates the pleasure of artistic labor, her boundless curiosity for the flora and fauna that surround her, and the responsibility she has inherited from Shelley, Wordsworth, Emerson, Poe, and Frost, the great thinkers and writers of the past, to live thoughtfully, intelligently, and to observe with passion. Throughout this collection, Oliver positions not just herself upstream but us as well as she encourages us all to keep moving, to lose ourselves in the awe of the unknown, and to give power and time to the creative and whimsical urges that live within us"--… (plus d'informations)
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"I quickly found for myself two such blessings -- the natural world, and the world of writing: literature. These were the gates through which I vanished through a difficult place."

In in this exquisite collection of essays, national treasure Mary Oliver uses her poetic talent and gifts of observation to reflect on topics ranging from the beauty of the natural world, to the connectedness of all beings, to the need for solitude, and the genius of some of America's literary masters. As with the poetry for which Oliver is best known, this is a quiet, reflective, and soulful book best savored rather than rushed.

4.5 stars

Thank you to NetGalley and Penguin Press for a galley of this book in exchange for an honest review. ( )
  jj24 | May 27, 2024 |
This slim volume gathers essays that had previously appeared in other collections. So it is a distillation. The essays deal primarily with nature, but there are also some about writers and writing. Oliver has a graceful, elliptical style, in keeping with the persona she describes as an early morning walker deeply observant of all that is around her. Fish, turtles, owls, and other wildlife; the trees and the wildflowers, an investment of time that “can re-dignify the worst-strung heart.”
Oliver doesn’t go into detail, but it’s clear from allusions in a couple of the essays that she had an unhappy childhood. Like others in similar situations, she became a voracious reader. Whitman, in particular, to whom one of the essays is devoted, was a kindred spirit. Reading and the world of nature, these were her salvation.
I use that term consciously, for there is a spiritual dimension to this: “He who does not crave that roofless place eternity should stay at home.” She doesn’t argue from a settled faith, or for a specific faith, other than this: “That there exist a thousand unbreakable likes between each of us and everything else, and that our destiny and our chances are one.”
I copied many passages as I read, beginning with the closing line of the first essay: “Attention is the beginning of devotion.” ( )
  HenrySt123 | Feb 4, 2024 |
Some good essays. Not much continuity. Made me want to read Annie Dillard. ( )
  Aidan767 | Feb 1, 2024 |
A wonderful collection of essays that actually seems like you're reading poetry at times. There were a couple that were not focused on nature, but were about writers like Poe, Whitman, and Emerson. These essays were good, they didn't bring the interest in joy that her observations of the natural world formed in my mind.
Mary Oliver has easily become one of my favorite authors. Just reading this book and a thousand mornings, has solidified my interest to read and revisit her works from now on. For those who have not read Oliver yet, start now and enjoy. ( )
  wvlibrarydude | Jan 14, 2024 |
A beauty woven from observation and reflection and devotion to the power of words, Mary Oliver's book of essays makes for wise companionship. The pieces inspired by foxes, the gull, a spider in her web, and owls sang to me. And the essay Power and Time was written just for me — and the other souls who wonder about living a life bound up in creative work.

"I would say that there exists a thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else, and that our dignity and our chances are one. The farthest star and the mud at our feet are a family; and there is no decency or sense in honoring one thing, or a few things, and then closing the list. ... We are each other's destiny." p 158 ( )
  rebwaring | Aug 14, 2023 |
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In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. (p. 3: Upstream)
Something is wrong, I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. (p. 7: Uptstream)
... the poem is a temple - or a green field -- a place to enter and in which to feel. (p. 12: My Friend Walt Whitman)
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"'In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.' So begins Upstream, a collection of essays in which beloved poet Mary Oliver reflects on her willingness, as a young child and as an adult, to lose herself within the beauty and mysteries of both the natural world and the world of literature. Emphasizing the significance of her childhood 'friend' Walt Whitman, through whose work she first understood that a poem is a temple, 'a place to enter, and in which to feel,' and who encouraged her to vanish into the world of her writing, Oliver meditates on the forces that allowed her to create a life for herself out of work and love. As she writes, 'I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.' Upstream follows Oliver as she contemplates the pleasure of artistic labor, her boundless curiosity for the flora and fauna that surround her, and the responsibility she has inherited from Shelley, Wordsworth, Emerson, Poe, and Frost, the great thinkers and writers of the past, to live thoughtfully, intelligently, and to observe with passion. Throughout this collection, Oliver positions not just herself upstream but us as well as she encourages us all to keep moving, to lose ourselves in the awe of the unknown, and to give power and time to the creative and whimsical urges that live within us"--

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