Considering our state
Considering the state of humanity, if you had a message for someone alive 300 years from today, what would it be?
:- Doug.
Considering the state of humanity, if you had a message for someone alive 300 years from today, what would it be?
:- Doug.
This work is an experience of the human condition, promoting the human conditions, warts, grief, and amazing improvements, all. Alive, alive, O!
:- Doug.
With drug overdoses and suicides increasing we’ve found ways to shorten our life expectancy after centuries of increases. This might be temporary as we seek ways to make new body parts and renew our organs. Then we might live to 120, 150, 250. Consider: in the process funerals become rare. Profundity is missed: reflection. Another way we kill ourselves.
:- Doug.
Come spend time talking of death and other profound mysteries of our human heart.
:- Doug.
Our culture has our heads screwed on about 43o to the ENE. Apparently locked there. We work harder at being better consumers, better employees, than better humans. The result is while we think we progress, we are making ungrasped circles, getting ever more lost in the woods.
:- Doug.
Find out the name of that grandchild elder, get to know this one: skin, hair, quirks, sorrows.
:- Doug.
Protopia looks most likely: a slow slide into a mightily changed milieu. The question is whether that slow walking will domesticate us? Will we miss our chance for being human actors within our world?
:- Doug.
When, with generations of grandchildren
in mind, I read
anything
they color what I hear
and gently guide
a few dance steps
for grandchildren of grandchildren
:- Doug.
Imagine a better humanity. Imagine they are your grandchildren. Imagine a specific woman or man. Imagine this one a child of your imagination, of your stories, of your poetry.
:- Doug.
What’s old got to do with it? Old offers. Offers: experience, observation, reflection, standing a-part, perspective.
:- Doug.
Imagination generates worlds and human qualities alternative to what we are seeing.
:- Doug.
Poetry is the practice of imagination: keeping the present provisional and not absolute; keeping open the possibility of a future discontinuous with the present.
:- Doug.