Archive for September 25th, 2020

clank and clang

What’s going on in a storm? A convention of clouds unburdening themselves of water? The earth calling forth electricity? A meeting of temperature forces so disparate they can only clank and clang?

:- Doug.

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climb above the fog

I am saying to see with new eyes, to look afresh, to climb above the fog and the clouds, however you might get there—climbing a tree, riding a train, sitting at your poetry desk—and see what new you can see. And to see what you can see new.

:- Doug.

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I say Why, mean Where

Now I say Why but I mean Where—where do you look, what new do you see?

:- Doug.

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Release multitudes

I am seeing my way clear to teaching better. What? Not so much how but why, not so much why as direction, turning heads. Snapping heads. To seeing ourselves larger, as releasing multitudes. Walt Whitman contained multitudes; you release them. What could you make that mean? In your life? For good?

:- Doug.

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to-bleed-for work

There is work we need to undertake—difficult to-bleed-for work—like to help along the conversation about reparations, or to help along the conversation about life after our current divisions.

:- Doug.

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