Monthly Archives: November 2020
of rocks and cloud
of rocks and cloud what is their conversation? :- Doug.
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re-make as mine
I read a book. I catch a term. I re-make it as mine. Such is my decisive act. I make. :- Doug.
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Echoing babble
We might invite the generations into creative acts of story and poetry. Suggestions can travel, echo from mountaintop to hillside, unheard in some valleys. We may make our special language, a babble only we two know. What can I grasp … Continue reading
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Soaked, visually
Our times are soaked, perhaps obsessed, with visual images. Recognizing this we may expand our repertoire to other senses and thus aspire to converse across centuries with those of a different sensibility. :- Doug.
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Common among us?
What is common among us, I in this year, you 300 years on? What is humanity that we might speak together? :- Doug.
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Living writer and a reader
What is the relationship between a living writer and a reader who will never meet face to face nor exchange correspondence? That can be a model for our relationship with 300-year grandchild elders. :- Doug.
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Shakes us
The poet’s image shakes us to invent anew while conversing with the poet :- Doug.
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You can always think
You can always think of something else to say Don’t :- Doug.
Startlingly strange
Go beyond words through feelings, such as lostness, quandary, strength, to what is on the other side: to what first demanded to be said, to the startlingly strange. :- Doug.
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Wonderment of dementia?
What is the wonderment of dementia? Of accompanying one with differences (no, I do not write “challenges” which would presume too much)? :- Doug.
Finding our dreams
The work is finding our dreams. In reverie, exploring, expanding, growing, re-shaping them. Opening. Does opening a dream open the dreamer? Oh, to be a child again, dreaming the clouds floating overhead of a summer’s day! We can! We can! … Continue reading
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Image floats
Image, unanchored, floats Metaphor grounds us :- Doug.
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and bites
I am discovering (inventing?) that not only characters and plot need antagonism, pressure, dilemma, and sub-text, but so do metaphors. This gives them life and reality: we see ourselves and our wrestling with our ways. What is the whole metaphor? … Continue reading
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Her hand print fades
Her hand print fades from off the glass closest she could get as he lies dying and I, having sent her away — was it gently?— seeing this embrace too quickly evaporate grab a marker to trace its outline :- … Continue reading
Attend to generations
Just as Quaker worship is about silently attending for the messages of divinity, so we can attend to the generations. :- Doug.
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Circular
Circular the universe of roots of trees their branches of cumulus clouds of flocks of clouds and birds of shapes of planets and their orbits the reach of my thinking and probably yours the gathering of our peoples and our … Continue reading
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Want metaphor to mean?
What do you want your metaphor to mean? What does it want to mean? :- Doug.
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