Category Archives: Eldering
If we still die
If we still die in your age, if it be not delayed, withheld, what does it give? :- Doug.
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Shiver. Go.
Elder of 300 years I forth tell you to yourself. Shiver. Go. :- Doug.
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instilled by emerging
The spirit of humanity instilled or emerged or instilled by emerging? :- Doug.
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no distinct message, other than
There is no distinct message other than perhaps to be present to life, to demonstrate that to the grandchildren, to challenge them to be present and all of us to bend the arc. :- Doug.
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out of immediacy
The 300 years gets us out of immediacy, stretches our thinking, makes it useful, and meaningful. :- Doug.
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Being present 300 years
Perhaps the very act of being present to our own lives is what will be most needful and most useful to those alive in 300 years. :- Doug.
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The tracks we make
The tracks we make upon our times are faint, faint Did our parents take us to Washington in 1962 or 1963 or 1964? There are no longer any records and who can open those computer files from a decade ago? … Continue reading
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Prospective ancestors
Who am I working for? Prospective ancestors :- Doug.
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Only after do we become conscious
Our conversation invents—only after do we become conscious from it, make intention. :- Doug.
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A question, a story, a poem
How do I stand at the threshold of a conversation with the generations? A question, a story, a poem. :- Doug.
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Can a grandchild not make poetry?
How old is a grandchild? How many grandchildren in this room? How many words in a poem? What turns prose into poetry? When ought a question go unanswered? How can we call this a poem? How can a grandchild not … Continue reading
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Write! Your responsibility
Write! It’s your responsibility To ancestors :- Doug.
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No right to withhold
I have no right to withhold my poetry from whatever grandchildren there might be :- Doug.
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