Cross incompetence and malice?
What do you get when you cross incompetence with malice? Donald Trump.
:- Doug.
What do you get when you cross incompetence with malice? Donald Trump.
:- Doug.
What are we observing? What are we learning? What could we be learning?
:- Doug.
The disease with which I infect you is one that disorganizes your thinking, causes your feet to jiggle, and pushes you up off your seat to wobble your spinning universe—for good.
:- Doug.
I am disease
I am pulling apart
I disorganize so you must
re-gather into new constellations
I am poetry
I imagine you
are poetry
:- Doug.
To make poetry is to make imagination
To make stumble stones out of speaking out to a powerful person
To imagine what a moral life might be
To imagine grasping another’s beating heart from out their breast
To spark your imagining into 2 or 3 others
:- Doug.
Poetry’s our playful exploring, to see what we can see, what larger we can become, what larger service we can be. How do we outlast ourselves?
:- Doug.
Poetry teaches
What have you to learn?
Observation?
Patience?
Play?
Exploration?
What?
:- Doug.
Here’s a place to record profundities
or to coax them into light
or to give them birth, bloody and howling
Here’s a place to actually think
and to put on hold certain ways of thinking
there’s a science deeper there’s an art
Here’s a place to find yourself
:- Doug.