Like a flower
What might it be like to be a [flowering] plant?
:- Doug.
Community allows persons.
:- Doug.
Archive for the 'Conversations' Category
On occasion thinking
In discourse people don’t use thinking (so much as calcified thought), although on occasion thinking will in their midst arise.
:- Doug.
Oppositional meetings
Is I-Thou realized in oppositional meetings? In times when you have fights? Not can it be present, but have you found it there?
:- Doug.
No organized political party
I’m not a member of any organized political party—I’m for freedom and responsibility.
:- Doug.
Climb through the wall
I climb through the wall
Put on again my big stepping boots
So to traverse and survey my dream
:- Doug.
How does your paddle dip?
Pillows, vees, eddies—what are those to conversation? How deep does your paddle dip, or have to dip?
:- Doug.
In a tunnel warmly
Could I use found poems to find tunnels through conversation? Consider Whitman. Consider Dickinson. Though you may not grasp their meaning (you do not, ever, in conversation) you may still find yourself embraced. In a tunnel warmly, hiddenly, homely.
:- Doug.
Or the other way
The most entertaining, most connecting, conversation is that which makes the familiar strange, or the other way.
:- Doug.
Step inside the leg bones
Conversation is opening one’s being to another, stepping inside the leg bones of one another. Conversation seeks, at least I seek in conversation, a kind of exchange where each is known, is met, as the all there is for this moment. You mean each other. You do not need to know all the secrets of the other. You do not have to agree, even on anything. For one glimmering moment, you meet.
:- Doug.
Unreliable perilous grace
There is grace in full meeting. We cannot claim it. Grace comes or not. We can claim going out to meet. Opening. Vulnerably. Expecting. Buber himself writes, I and Thou, p 78, of the “unreliable, perilous world of relation”.
:- Doug.
Everyone is in conversation
Everything is in conversation; conversation is in everything. Conversation is as inseparable from us as cream in coffee, as kisses from hugs. The urge to converse is stronger than the pull the flock feels when one goose announces honkingly a laborious lift off to flight.
:- Doug.
