Category Archives: Poetry

What natural desires do people have to which our stories/messages/images might hitch themselves for a ride and expand their range? Sweetness, beauty, intoxication, control? Beauty, truth, goodness? Ecstasy: “[O]ne ecstatic, wayward pulse of life.” Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire, … Continue reading →

Words creating worlds: what worlds would we make? :- Doug.

Writers are prophets—speaking forth worlds: imaginers who create in their mouths. :- Doug.

Perhaps it is our complexity makes us human, our very mixedness, our unfinishedness, our indefinability. And so do cyborg aspects in fact make us more human? :- Doug.

A hope is no promise instead a claim for your best work :- Doug.

To change no need to plot out steps ahead only introduce a wobble :- Doug.

Hint may be more worthy than Truth :- Doug.

To walk this path when the path does not yet exist for you may not be as impossible as it seems for microcosm is path 300 years need be no more leap than 300 milliseconds :- Doug.

Bring dreams into the conversation with the eleventh generation. :- Doug.

Not our faces yet we can leave energy stories storms :- Doug.

This is the heroic day the day in which we do not know :- Doug.

Friend, I am seeing a larger world here and now. When I say now, spirit arrives, class starts, love is possible. :- Doug.

Tell me of your oceans, your waters, weather, and winds, and your dreams of these. :- Doug.