Category Archives: Eldering
Laboratory for ancients
Our poetry is a laboratory where we ancients can develop :- Doug.
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both actors in one drama
What does it mean to 300 year ancients that we are both actors in this one drama? :- Doug
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Found deepenings
I will offer my found deepenings. :- Doug.
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write converse meet
I will write, I will converse, I will meet. :- Doug.
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Play among them
I tend the community of ancestors, I play and sing among them. It is an impossible task, and so I get to it. Unending, incomprehensible, imperceptible. Ethereal, and most real of all. :- Doug.
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First, hear
First, hear his or her spirit. :- Doug.
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Ancestor not a label
Ancestor is not a label but spiritual thing to do. :- Doug.
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includes treasuring
To meet includes treasuring. :- Doug.
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Meet generations
The work is to meet people of the generations. :- Doug.
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Rich and tangled
We humans have such rich and tangled muddlings and risings. :- Doug.
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I will not recover
From this thing called life I will not recover Might enjoy yet :- Doug.
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Their work is prediction
H. G. Wells in The Discovery of the Future points out that the work of science is prediction: meteorology predicts weather; scientists in all fields seek repeatable tests. Science can reliably predict future events. In this sense, Stapledon’s Last and … Continue reading
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Productive life sense
I am working to become productive in a life sense. :- Doug.
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unknowable future moment
Make work for the unknowable future moment. You will know and you will never know :- Doug.
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