other senses human
In the milieu in which I live the visual enjoys an hegemony over all the other senses. I do not say there are four only of other senses human.
:- Doug.
In the milieu in which I live the visual enjoys an hegemony over all the other senses. I do not say there are four only of other senses human.
:- Doug.
That we may advance
living
together
the world in its larger concerns
through questions to strike us dumb
through the images
that invite
:- Doug.
Take any paragraph of M. C. Richards and you can live a life in conversation around it, within it.
:- Doug.
Passion v. Restrained speaks of Creative Tension v. Balance. What does it say?
:- Doug.
Don’t strive to make a point—strive to discover one. Better yet, strive to be discovered.
:- Doug.
What I am seeking is the puzzlement of conversation. What are the questions raised by conversation? What are the hardest among those questions?
:- Doug.
Today I listened to Krista Tippett’s interview of a mathematical physicist, Mario Livio. They were waxing about the idea that in every new discovery, we find out how small humans are in the immensity of the universe. Yet at the same time, the human mind is able to hold all this immensity and its increasingly complex questions. Here’s the odd thought that sparked in me: It was in fact the human mind that told us how wonderful is this human mind! So, I asked, what if all of this universe that we “see” with our mathematics and our instruments is indeed “only” a figment of our mind? Or at least we might ask, How much do we regularly kid ourselves?
:- Doug.
What do I need from prophets? Though it seems not to be the all of life, it calls to me as if it were.
:- Doug.
The king of whom Brueggemann writes is not Pharaoh and not Solomon, but us. We are the numb ones, unfeeling. We are the ones who want to, who must, control. All. Forever. On page 47 of The Prophetic Imagination he cites as examples: tyranny in a marriage; favorite anger or hatred. “Don’t you wish it’d go on forever/and never stop?” If we want it to go on forever in our life, we must allow the rest of it in the stops as well, for stops are integral. Live here. Just not only here. But never without it.
:- Doug.
This is going to be difficult to write. I don’t merely suppose it will be difficult to read. Because that’s what I intend. For us. Even more it will be difficult to do.
:- Doug.
We avoid talking about death—we even avoid thinking of it. What question have you not asked yourself about how it was to die in 9-11? Think of one person and be there.
:- Doug.
A lady reported that the “Light” transformed their conversation—the two of them had been estranged. But unexpectedly, unbidden, the not understood came upon them and they left, changed. How? Things happen. Thanksgiving—to whom or what you choose—might well be in order. Knowing how or from where is not given us.
:- Doug.
Today I read Brueggemann not as an authority but as a jumping off pier—and this might be a good way to read our friend.
:- Doug.
This conversation work is far past making our relationships better. Its chrysalis dissolves utterly our old mind-ways.
:- Doug.
give your friend a new name
from your friend’s true and hidden
one to live into
:- Doug.
The song wafts up
unnoticed dismantles the decree
a wispy image floats out of our
conversation showing counting
does not count
:- Doug.