philosophy rises from the neighbors' chimneys

“With deep winter upon us and the weather growing colder, even the wood smoke out of the neighbors’ chimneys could be described as philosophizing. I can see it move its lips as it rises, telling the indifferent sky about our loneliness, the torment of our minds and passions which we keep secrets from each other, and the wonder and pain of our mortality and of our eventual vanishing from this earth. It’s a kind of deep, cathedral-like quiet that precedes a snowfall."
 
— Charles Simic, "Winter's Philosophers" New York Review of Books, Jan. 4, 2011

Milieu & the place of the poem

"...in the middle, halfway, where the carrier pylon is expected, 
from above or from below, there is the place of the poem..."

—Paul Celan, Microliths

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