Lives cannot end
We suppose our lives cannot end
Seeing how life’s stories append and upend
:- Doug.
Archive for August 2nd, 2020
Sun just cresting
Writing slows us, so we can actually think. The rest of the times those things we have are thoughts. Used thinking. The products of thinking. And they move so fast they have us. Like the slick talking used car sales person. So write. Write poetry because it slows us even more. It forces thinking over thought.
Write slower. Climb higher. You may see the fog. And the sun just cresting the far hills.
:- Doug.
Ostranenie
What does a felt change of consciousness mean to me? It means that I see something I had not before. It means that I see familiar things strange. It means sitting on the opposite side of the desk, in a different chair, pointing my head in an unaccustomed direction. It means understanding things in the way another culture would.
There are words for this: defamiliarization; ostranenie (“aw STRAN en knee”).
1. How has the virus made things strange? 2. Tell the story from the pov of the briefcase or the horse. 3. Upside down. 4. 100 uses for X. 5. Ways to measure height of a building with a barometer. 6. Go to an art gallery. 7. Random juxtaposition.
:- Doug.
Little trickling
Little trickling
Mighty fortressing
Still small
All aboving
Spinning clouding
:- Doug.
