machine of being in the moment
the sun with all the planets
“The sun with all the planets revolving around it and depending on it can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do.”
questions to ask a poem
What is being said?
Is there more that wants to be said?
Does it follow its own deepest impulses, not necessarily the initial idea?
Does it know more than you did when you started it?
Are there things in it that don’t belong?
Are there things in it that are confusing?
Is it particular?
Could any of its words be more interesting? more surprising? more alive?
Does it allow strangeness?
Does each of its moments actively move the poem toward its full realization?
life is energy
“Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.”
church
I find church in poetry. In the squeeze of my grandson's small hand. In my children sharing a joke. In the secret language of partners. And in the steady guidance of my parents. Yesterday morning I found church in church in the music ministry of Kristen Graves who shared music and stories of the work being done by Simply Smiles.
Kristen Graves
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