Monthly Archives: September 2020

Whens in the streaming

Meaning flows from each confluence of the whens in the streaming of the teller’s life of the hearer’s life :- Doug.

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Intimacy uncovered?

Can story uncover intimacy between teller and hearer? :- Doug.

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Story as process

What if story is process not product? :- Doug.

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Where is meaning?

What is the meaning of your story? Where does that meaning reside, or from where arise? :- Doug.

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Could not possibly

Tell a story that could not possibly happen. :- Doug.

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Spirals you around

Each time you tell, your story spirals you around, showing you more, and subtle, and nuanced. :- Doug.

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Expand teller

The object of your story is not to tell things done but to expand teller and hearer. :- Doug.

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Strange normal

Work to make the strange normal normal strange :- Doug.

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Not a medical event

Dying is not primarily a medical event—nor even a minor part. :- Doug.

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The poet’s opus

The poet’s opus be new eyes for a new people :- Doug.

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Life kicks back

Life kicks back. Life has its own ideas, reasonable in its terms. Not ours. Contribute your work. Results variable. :- Doug.

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spring of lasting

Your voice is spring of lasting quality. :- Doug.

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Poetry is to refresh

Your poetry is to refresh your spirit. :- Doug.

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Storyteller, dialogue!

Storyteller, dialogue! With your story, with characters inside and out! :- Doug.

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tints and tones

Poetry offers you a way to develop in nuanced tints and tones your lived value. :- Doug.

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climb above the fog

I am saying to see with new eyes, to look afresh, to climb above the fog and the clouds, however you might get there—climbing a tree, riding a train, sitting at your poetry desk—and see what new you can see. … Continue reading

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Release multitudes

I am seeing my way clear to teaching better. What? Not so much how but why, not so much why as direction, turning heads. Snapping heads. To seeing ourselves larger, as releasing multitudes. Walt Whitman contained multitudes; you release them. … Continue reading

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