Deadening as it speeds along
Writing poetry, or any reflective thing, is thinking. It is alive, working, not like past thought, deadening as it speeds along.
:- Doug.
Archive for July, 2020
Explaining it to me
One issue is I am trying to explain it to me, clarifying as I go. That is valid. But I can still seek for metaphors in the act of exploring.
:- Doug.
Knowing beyond cognition
Because poetry knows beyond the cognitive, it can take us places we don’t expect to go—that is help us learn.
:- Doug.
Your role, dear lawyer
Your role, dear lawyer, is not to advise, nor counsel, nor even to listen, but to hear. This is your role, dear human.
:- Doug.
Nourish us
Nourish us and we nourish one another; free us and we free one another; converse with us and we converse with one another….
:- Doug.
Stuffed full of empty
Empty. This day. No insight, inspiration, fascination. Only tasks ahead. Neutral. Stuffed full, so empty.
:- Doug.
From source to creating
From source to creating to action to nourishing to freeing to conversing to gathering to loosening
:- Doug.
Issue is my yes
The issue is my yes, my doing the thing, more than the how. The how comes in doing.
:- Doug.
Notice your pulse
Notice the pulse in your chest. In your arms. In your toes. Every now and again notice what your breath was doing to your chest or stomach or back or shoulders.
:- Doug.
Unencumbered
How might you use guided imagery with a person who has dementia? It seems you would be able to fly further and higher than with those encumbered by their dailinesses.
:- Doug.
Atmospherics
We are about atmospherics. We grew from the atmosphere, from the grasses, from the earthiness. Here we
:- Doug.
Work openingly
What is my work? What is the thread I tug that likewise pulls me? It’s not a teaching more a conversing with life and others to invent life and us. Profoundly. Openingly.
:- Doug.
