Conversing comes in complexity: we cannot learn the tangle, cannot plan it, nor for it. Only enter. Become entangled. Force ourselves to allow our struggles to subside. Now we live out ever complexified. And that is some sort of joy. Its appearance elates.
:- Doug.
Unlike our thoughts of improv, conversing is not letting something out, but noticing something showing up in between us. Somehow we must let out this being that was not there before we came together. A new being may emerge any time we meet. Only if we notice.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2199
This moment’s converse
the one who wrestled Jacob
might touch your leg too
Please pass it on.
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Is conversing the Twenty-first’s great improvisatory art? Or act? There is in here a surprise, a hanging over our heads. Not in all cases a sword, often an open sky.
:- Doug.
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