grow not at our ends
The meeting place, the world between, this is where we grow. Between, not at our ends. For we are ever reaching out to one another.
:- Doug.
Archive for the 'Conversations' Category
world, wormhole, growing point
The conversation is a world, a wormhole between worlds, and the growing point of life. How is it all three?
Poetry & Conversation
Life & Play
& Bubbles
Like kernels of corn
Blazing
How can positive convex shapes fit next to one another comfortably? See the fat kernels on the ear? How do bubbles blaze but of a bright summers day & shimmering rainbows?
:- Doug.
Only play in it
We do not make the microcosm. We only play in it, maybe shaping it as it in turn shapes us.
:- Doug.
Only live here
The small world is the only world in which we or anything ever live. Still, ever we feel the pull to live in the macrocosm.
:- Doug.
pulls into its world
The conversation pulls the players into its world. Thus they are able to take out what no one carried in. Thus persons are made and remade.
:- Doug.
Are I and Thou separate?
Much of what we write—I write—of conversation is based upon a dualism between I and Thou, a thing false much of the time.
:- Doug.
turn out, turn up, turn
Tension in conversation comes about from the fact we cannot know how it will turn out, what it will turn up, or whether anything at all will turn.
:- Doug.
yet be elders
Conversation is the play of those
who may yet be elders
but age is not a proper delineation
:- Doug.
Tempted to take it?
If you were writing this chapter where would you be tempted to take it?
:- Doug.
Pigs in schoolhouse
Play is “other” than “real” life—not more nor less it would seem—or it could be either, and by turns. Recall that “other” and “holy” are interchangeable. Recall that boys releasing pigs into the school house is play, especially when painting “1,” “2,” and “4” on the pigs’ sides!
:- Doug.
