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Unidentified Man #1: I believe in mystery.
Unidentified Woman #1: I believe in family.
Unidentified Man #2: I believe in being who I am.
Unidentified Man #3: I believe in the power of failure.
Unidentified Man #4: And I believe normal life is extraordinary.
Unidentified Man #5: This I believe.
HANSEN: Our revival of Edward R. Murrow's series, This I Believe, has recently been adopted by the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. From time to time, we exchange essays with the CBC. And today's comes from that collaboration.
Here's series curator, independent producer, Jay Allison.
JAY ALLISON: In the 1950s, Edward R. Murrow and his team turned to poets like Carl Sandburg and many others for inspiration. George Bowering, Canada's first poet laureate and the author of over 80 books, finds his inspiration, too, in the art and poetry of others.
Here is George Bowering with his essay for This I Believe.
Mr. GEORGE BOWERING (Canadian Poet Laureate): I believe that the human intellect is the closest thing we have to the divine. It is the way we can join one another in spirit.
Sometimes when you are listening to a great jazz musician performing a long solo, you are experiencing his mind, moment by moment, as it shifts and decides, as it adds and reminds. This happens whether the player is a saxophone player or a bass player or a pianist. You are in there where that other mind is. His mind is coming through your ears and inside your mind.
The first time I heard Charlie Parker playing "Ornithology," I was delighted. I was about 11 years old. You are so much alone with your mind as a kid, so when you hear someone else's mind improvising, you feel an excitement you will never get from some music that just wants to keep a steady beat.
I got that delight again when I first heard great improvisatory poetry. When I read "The Desert Music" by William Carlos Williams, the book fell out of my hands and made a loud splat on the library's concrete floor. Later, I would hear the poet Philip Whalen call this kind of poetry a graph of the mind moving. Yes, it is.
It can happen with prose, too — sentences you hear in your head and know how they felt inside another's. I believe that if there is a God, this is what he wanted us to do. It is the holy life of the intellect. If we can experience another's mind in our own, we know that love is possible.
We understand why the great poet Shelley wrote a poem to what he called intellectual beauty, and called it an invisible power that moves among the things and people of this Earth.
It descended on him when he was a youth looking for wisdom from the words of the dead. Intelligence literally means choosing among. Shelley called it the spirit of delight. It is the gift of wit, which literally means the kind of seeing that makes you smile and clap your hands together. I believe that this provokes what the Greeks called agape, the Romans called caritas, and what we settle for as love. It's greater than hope and faith according to St. Paul of Tarsus in an otherwise questionable letter to the Corinthians.
If you want to hear it happen rather than suffer any more of my apostolic prose, listen to the improvisation by John Coltrane in his immortal album called "A Love Supreme." There we are - a fine intellect, a tenor saxophone and a reach for perfect prayer.
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ALLISON: Canadian poet George Bowering with his essay for This I Believe. To read essays from other poets and writers from the 1950s and from our contemporary series, visit our Web site at npr.org where you'll also find information on submitting your own essay.
For This I Believe, I'm Jay Allison.
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