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So what are the hundred senses but means of conversation?

:- Doug.

One cannot price conversation, so many cents a pound, but only enjoy it, accept its bounty, or live in it.

:- Doug.

Conversation: cornucopia of life

:- Doug.

Real life
does not reside
in you nor in me apart
but always
between

:- Doug.

For me, why conversation? It is about fatness of life. Conversation is life filling us—two or more of us—can you understand me? In this hyper-individualistic society how can I understand me? That this is a mutual and joint thing?

:- Doug.

Do you want our conversation to produce—or rather grow? Or even live?

:- Doug.

Is this a story sequence? Story seems to be residing most clearly in Imagination, Argument, and Explanation. Arguments←Explanations←Data←Questions←Imagination←Senses

:- Doug.

Shy from fast and brief, from all-in-one.

:- Doug.

Might we play many-believe? How? Focus and edge of focus. Reverie. Rapture and ecstasy. Mystical awareness. Communitas. Nuances and shimmering shadows. Go in play. At a brink. Seeing what hearing what was not there a moment ago because I did not notice. Make sketches—look at them, see, hear. Look to the edge, the center, lift the corner and peer beneath, what angel hovers “over?”

:- Doug.

Notice the many many ways we all take in the world outside our skins—we are being told “many,” “more,” “bigger,” “smaller,” “something you must miss,” “something other live amongst.”

:- Doug.

Avoid “the.”

:- Doug.

To touch the manyness of a person
hold converse in your heart in your mouth

:- Doug.

Be less to the point
More in your undiscovered

:- Doug.

Small and gnarly be the wood
but you fit it with
many
windows, doors, and skylights
making a home for launch and respite

:- Doug.

Arguments←Explanations←Data←Questions←Imagination←Senses

:- Doug.

In conversation, in reading a poet, we’re not simply reading the writing of our friend, we’re nudging the hand.

:- Doug.

Humans put out our words, and receive other words back. This is akin to how electric eels put out signals. We learn of the others, we also learn of ourselves. We learn of our worlds. Conversation is more important than we thought.

:- Doug.

From walking through my world I take in sparks—my feet striking the stones, the lights burning across the night skies, the flicker in your eyes—and it all has the potential to set my oxygen afire!

:- Doug.

My band strikes up and starts marching when I read something on the edge of my interests. Here I find new corridors opening for our adventure, many wide and headed toward sunrise.

:- Doug.

Delete the good stuff, even the best stuff, when it does not fit. Better things you will write. It is the nature of writing to beget better and better. Re-reading the merely great will trap me in old thoughts, past galaxies. Will I be so true to myself as to follow my advice?

:- Doug.

Setting a world tightens the noose.

:- Doug.

The wilderness is right here, across the table.

:- Doug.

Words reflect our eyes
Glimmer in our darkening
Blaze obvious blindingly

:- Doug.