Love this phrasing ...

Love that Hamer's words are still burrowing down inside the ground of you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rD5He3U-te0

I've been using the word "dust" lately in poetry. Not sure why. Now I see it everywhere.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Yh7Ey0FB0E

(You knew this song was coming)

Leaving poems scattered here -- most make little sense but are still inspired by your words

our tired eyes

telling lies

for what we see is not what

we saw

Phase phrasing:

a gentle dimming of meaning

where words in your head

don't mean the same on the page --

for the heart, intervenes

So tender is the writer

with words tucked inside

a pocket, fearful of how fraught

the eyes of attention can be

Word tinkerer

wrangling an idea

into text -- the next

thing you know,

it's a mess

Movement

arrives slowly -

I'm all mosey

with not nearly

enough engine

Edged out

in eraser marks,

these faint lines

of something

once written, now gone,

I lean my pencil

against the line,

and dream

a blackout poem from this part of your poem

I didn't know the word. Now I do. (I like new words) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creel_(basket)

Collected https://play.soundslides.com/W0qSFC9K

Moonlight, three a.m -

the thread that I lost earlier

suddenly is there, here,

it's become a whisper

that won't go quiet,

and try as I might,

I rise before the sun

for another poem has begun

Some of us are bound

to wonder, in wonder,

with wonder, constrained

in infinite space, but still left pulling up

the corners to witness what's beneath

And white light, blown into view

by the particles,

shaken inside the invisible;

I wait for it,

the movement meant for me,

a signal to begin dipping my pen

into the ink of shadows

left behind after the illumination

Where gravity pulls you,

resist the urge to fall into it -

Instead, find the focus knob

and turn the thoughts into something

useable - a poem, a song, a story, a shout

of love into the crowded unseen world;

Then, listen close to the reverberations

Night's notes - play them soft -

in tension with the upward design

of day's sweet melody, and write

what you hear, even if it's silence

tucked inside your solitary head

And where do we go

from here, she asks, as if

I am somebody in the know

but I am not, nor ever was --

still, I trace my finger along the folds

down streets, and into fields, and through woods

hoping for a safe place to land

Now, with winter nearly gone,

we rediscover the worlds

alive beneath stone and rock,

seemingly oblivious to us -

but maybe not

May I have permission to write some poems off your lines? I believe I see you nodding yes. Thank you, friend.

Gravity says they fall as hard and as fast

as their heavy cousins,

but poets know they land

lightly, a tender kiss falling

along the chin and cheek

Been there

Never did it

Almost saw it

Nearly wrote it

then forgot it

One is never ready

for a dangerous reckoning;

We become too lost in moments

of the past's beckoning

Is it still a map,

she asked, in wonder,

if I never write it down,

never draw it out,

never give directions,

but only find a sliver of thread

and pull?

I laze, daydreaming

of metronomes, the beat

of sound ticking off the song

which never ends

It takes a sec

for the drummer to find it

to kick it

the pocket woven by feet

and fingers

on the four

An envelope of dirt-rich

seeds arrived, and it was your

handwriting that caught my eye --

the possibilities of something beautiful

growing in the soil next to me

Minor chords

turn on notes a half

step off

My mind works

the night

in blue

Maybe?

I love the instruction of the seasons. On the surface it doesn't impact my chosen desk-bound-keyboard-driven career but the very subtle signs of the changing leaf, the itchy grub cuddle huddles, a small bloom on native plants....is a joy.

I saw The Shroud of Turin. We had to squeeze down the columns on the left hand side of the church because they were having a marriage practise run or something in the main bit. The cloth was behind glass even though it is most likely a replica of the 'real' thing. I stood and I wondered about holding this rag in such high regard. It might have covered His face or maybe another long forgotten spiritual soldier. It was haunting and even the towering epic building construction could not contain the energy there. Energy fields - they are a nothing that can bring something to naught. (I Corinth 1:28)

In the useless, there is use. In the senseless, the sense. All I know is that I'm enjoying your writing more and more over the last year.

The thread from Liz Ryan and the Eric Trethewey poem is right on my track. I wrote this poem in a Twitter thread and now I pull this out of the 'leaf litter' to place it in the margins here.................... I know not how / but the river of wind has blown this leaf / to land at my front door / lodged under the mat.

I completed the survey / disc-like indeed / it bounces the harsh light / of my faults back at me / with pretty solutions of / 'what to do' / next time. Why am I not better than I am?

Perhaps I am enough / perhaps we are smart enough / human enough / to play nicely / or be blunt when the knife edge dulls. / Can I promise the rosebud will bloom forever?

"I felt like a radio DJ playing records in the middle of the night, unsure if anyone was listening." -- Jon Mooallem (via the post at Marginalian).

I don't recognize his name but somehow, I feel as if I read this story before of one Jon saving the life of another Jon in the wilderness through the reading of poetry to keep the hurt Jon awake. Part of me wonders if I read about it through a piece by Barry Lopez.

And yet here, the story of poetry as life-saving devices resonates through my online feeds, once again, and it reminds me, to address the quote that I pulled out, that maybe there are times when people are listening, and you just need some faith that it is so.

Deep Night by Sonny Clark https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GKvPNEkNdw

https://sodaphonic.com/audio/r0U2XqHlrC5oU3iAKTFD

Great Q --

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqkxd32dbwM

We often mistake one for the other

Pondering on the lovely slippery-ness of this line from the Solnit/Woolf passage

Lots of folks enjoying the Feldgang concept (as they explore it) and Terry's poem to my poem has led to more poems .... perfectly metaphorical! https://www.ethicalela.com/burrows-and-seeds/

Terry explains: https://thecurrent.educatorinnovator.org/the-feldgang-and-the-emergent-future-reflections-on-facilitating-week-one-of-the-clmooc

I wonder if the loose bounds of poems makes this process of process sharing easier than longer fiction/non-fiction pieces, where there may be more moving parts? I am always intrigued when I see a flowchart for a novelist or a television show, charting the path forward.

Eh. Same.

Huh. Write digital. Print. Edit analog. Rewrite digital.

Use of formatting is always an intriguing idea ... sometimes, a font change doesn't change from one site to another, though, which then changes intent. Does that happen with you?

I am always in wonder at your use of your color gel pens for the ways in which you draft your writing ... it's always a work of art

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5HHx8vniWE

Necessary ... of course ... but so is the thinking out loud (or so I believe).

This is far off on another tangent but this morning, I did a little exploring about the Mexican composter Esquivel! and saw this cover art (notice the telescope!) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kFBbvIEwpI

and the picture book I used to write a poem was entitled: “Esquivel! Space-Age Sound Artist” by Susan Wood/Duncan Tonatiuh

Just interesting connections to a galactic exploration of memory

This world's out of focus,

so the poet I am brings in a bit

of hocus pocus

https://skyandtelescope.org/

I had one, too. It looked impressive but didn't give me much magnification of the sky ...

"... the inky Coalsack Nebula, or Caldwell 99. Caldwell 99 is a dark nebula — a dense cloud of interstellar dust that completely blocks out visible wavelengths of light from objects behind it. The object at the center of the image is a (much smaller) protoplanetary nebula. The protoplanetary nebula phase is a late stage in the life of a star in which it has ejected a shell of hydrogen gas and is quickly heating up. This stage only lasts for a few thousand years before the protoplanetary nebula’s central star reaches roughly 30,000 Kelvin (approximately 17,000 degrees Fahrenheit). At this point, the central star is producing enough energy to make its surrounding shell of gas glow, becoming what’s known as a planetary nebula."

https://www.nasa.gov/image-feature/the-coalsack-nebula

I find I keep circling back to this word ... you, too? Maybe it's part of the mystery of where do ideas come from? How can I wake up, with no poem mind, and find one so readily? (Notice I didn't say finding a good poem, just a poem)

Sometimes, we find poems inside of poems, intact. This is one of those.

Wow. Love this line ...

I love that you are connecting poem here to sky, to discovery, to curiosity .... making the leap ...

That you remember is pretty amazing ... I cannot ... but like you, I remember learning about nebula and thinking: what??

Indeed

Good description of the term ..

Classic understatement as rhetorical..

How To Write This Poem

begin here ...with TIME

where words

are layered with text

where the pen

etches into screen ...

then go here ... https://www.vialogues.com/vialogues/play/61205

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRQ_CNJvqvc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=adiimpw376U

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9E6b3swbnWg

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiiDT_XoZls

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hlAXzO7CcMc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BlIawcXK4Sc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bi6mijjxnvc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IvjMgVS6kng

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6-WD4UJ5gc

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iI6TGKqdOmE

This was a great podcast from NYT: The Daily -- it starts with a report who was a front-line soldier during The Surge and ends with a reporter who wrote about the Afghanistan Papers

Some friends

leave such words, threaded

into the architecture

of a shared humanity --

an act of something

beyond the self;

Finding traces embedded

here, now, then, there

reminds us

that tokens of kindness

resonate farther

than we can ever see

Trying it out: https://record.reverb.chat/s/XP4rJnZLWWMQxVjq8egK Nice and easy to use

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wC10VWDTzmU

Moving my blinkblinkblink from Thimble to Glitch -- this project has jumped platforms more times than ... you can blink ... somehow, it still survives ...

I am stuck today with an overabundance of words. Multi-syllable symphonies strung together like nonsense. Shall I plant them as seeds to grow you a tree to sit under for dreaming? Do you need more? Dreams, I mean, not trees. But maybe that, too. Maybe all these ever are are just seeds for trees, trees for dreams. Listen. I am watering the soil. Wait for the poem, and it shall bloom and blossom and wither and fade. This is what my words always seem to do. Then I forget and do it all over again.

One seed: https://play.soundslides.com/BL6JLBbd

When I wonder

where it is

I went, I realize

that all I ever was

was spent

nine

eight

seven

six

five

four

three

two

one

Appreciate the practical turn here ...

barrier to many academic writers, for sure, who guard their words and ideas with barricades and language

or set up a system where more writers of color and gender and viewpoints are invited to the pages ... and do academic institutions value this 'public facing writing' or do they devalue it?

THIS point seems important to the academic world -- of the role of the writer to build,find,nurture an audience -- to carve out a role for original ideas -- I think more and more fiction writers are doing this, with some success (and some, not so successful, and others, aghast at the role of the writer in the social media age)

always ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCTqZhZRYl0

eh, narrow space for sure ...

Huh. Interesting conflict here ...

Ah, yes. Love this phrasing ...

! ? !

Holy crapola ...That's all we need: people setting up genome labs in their basements. Just saw Logan, and watching Stranger Things. "nuff said.

We need more of this. The world of BS is staggering in its growth.

The first time we met, as roomates, you gave me a bunch of wicked strong rubber bands, right? You passed them to me, and said, Here you go. I remember thinking: Dang. What can I fire across the room today? But maybe I should have been thinking this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NxL2dHAQOo Now where did I put them?

Awesome. Will they be public? Do they need an audience? What topics?

Why, indeed. Is it really so hard? Perhaps we are on the cusp of finding more middle ground ... but I don't know about that. Not yet, anyway.

I know this dude ...

So important to be drawing in and refreshing our feeds ... so we expand and don't contract our views of the world ...

My margins are empty ...

Rooster soundtrack ...

Mine is nearly empty. Interesting. I almost never venture into the land of the right click, but not sure why. I mostly use the tool bar of my browser. Right click land seems more efficient ...

But it is up to us to make sure that doesn't happen ... developers often don't know the way something will be used (they have an idea ... often, it is wrong ...)

Me, too

I am a huge fan of field walks -- or learning walks -- or whatever term we want to use, where we head out not in any one direction or with any specific intention ... merely to discover something you didn't know you might discover.

What if we took this Venn and turned it again, and where the line meets the circle meets the line, we drew ourselves dancing? - See more at: http://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2016/05/22/the-wolf-in-the-fold/#comment-12397

Surely, it is, and it is in the mystery that we engage in it.

OMG .. love this wordplay ...

Yes, if only ... or maybe no, if only not ....

The map isn't the territory. The map gives us a better access to the territory.

These strike me as two different, related things: a choose your own adventure game vs a research board game. One is a branched narrative, or a narrative maze of sorts, while the other is a set of rules, turns and processes which frame decisions.

Backpacking with friends, it is one type of experience when I walk off into the woods having only glanced at the map. When my buddy Donald carries the map, I trust his time estimates and his route selections. I know I'm going to stay with the group, following and chatting. When Donald errs and we end up setting up camp in the dark, I get to complain.

On other occasions, when I'm walking on my own with a map in my backpack, the decisions and the trip calculus are my own. I've got more thinking work to do but also a sense of freedom.

When I ask the map it is because I want to make a few decisions or I want to study closely the decisions being made for me.

As all maps are .. once unfolded, they take on a story of their own ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYLPe9WLqe0

I love the byways of discussing a course like this and wonder what the students thought of this. Terry is bringing the spirit of inquiry and adventure into the learning ... wondering whether some are doubtful about this approach (ie, Tell me what to Learn and I will show you what I Know ....)

Good for you. This suggests to me a negotiation where students push back and grapple with project expectations, outcomes and deadlines. It seems really appropriate that the teacher walks away wanting to reflect.

I'm on my second read of this piece. My first was on my phone when I knew I didn't have time to annotate. The map looked like scribbles to me until I zoomed in on my laptop. It scares me a little now that it makes perfect sense to me. Looks like a supportive class process, inside of which students' processes will fit.

http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/163980/presence-by-peter-senge-c-otto-scharmer-joseph-jaworski-betty-sue-flowers/9780385516303/

"multiplicities or aggregates of intensities." ATP p15

A map is not a tracing? "The rhizome is altogether different, a map and not a tracing" ATP p12 http://projectlamar.com/media/A-Thousand-Plateaus.pdf