A week later!
How can the poet ever know the meaning, the understanding the poem carries? I think it resides in all the readers, too, and especially in all the betweens. I often do not know its meaning a week later!
:- Doug.
Archive for June 10th, 2017
to invent the new cannot be said
Perhaps we are stretching, exploring, reaching simply to meet, to meet the new, to invent the new. It cannot be said. No words.
:- Doug.
The meaning and purpose of life
The meaning and purpose of life is to meet. In a way the job description is “to be interrupted.”
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1698–Comfortable in this cocoon
Footprints in the Windsm # 1698
Conversation is a death, necessary to new life. We must give up whom we have been in order to become new. Not everyone wants to become new, to give up what they have been. It has been comfortable in this cocoon, even though everything is turning soft, then to mush, then to goo. I spun this cocoon myself, a lot of work and sweat went into it. I’d rather just sit in front of this screen.
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