I agree that most of our novel ideas are not so novel. Someone, somewhere has had our exact thought somewhere at some time. However, I also believe it's only an infinitesimal fraction of people who actualize their thoughts, flesh them out, and expose them to the world for discourse, enjoyment, and of course ridicule or even worse apathy. Being clever is common. Being brave not so much. So consider yourself among the increasingly rare and brave, fighting the good fight against our AI overlords. Keep on keeping on with the prosetry. I literally LOL'd a few times while reading this latest entry.
My late Aunt Kay used to say that the written word doesn't really exist regardless of form or format. It needs to be spoken so your words may forever surf a wave through infinite space getting smaller but still ever present. This one is for you, Dear Kay. We'll shout it from the rooftops --
If you see Kay. Tell her we'll sit for a spell. Then we'll be free. See you auntie. I think we've done well. We won the bee.
I'm grateful that you continue to post here regularly. I get excited each notification.
I'll add the matter, material, madera, mother connection to my already near spiritual relationship to wood and trees.
I've heard it said that flight evolved twice. Once in reptiles in their pouncing on prey. And again in mammal from jumping from trees. Our relationship to tree is a long one.
I think it was David Whyte who said that poetry is language that we have no defense for. I like that. Like many sacred things, it is inexplicable, and because of that it give voice to the inexplicable inside of us.
I really enjoyed the Beat Poet generation; Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, William Carlos Williams....Their words often captured the power of feelings and emotions that seemed raw, real and very genuine
I smile and giggle and am warmed by remembering your artful communication about linguistics as I railed on about grammar and taught you to diagram outdated sentences. You most certainly wouldn't be your father's son if you didn't enjoy free verse and wooden references. The mother of all material, the link of all roots, the utter dependance we have on each other.
I agree that most of our novel ideas are not so novel. Someone, somewhere has had our exact thought somewhere at some time. However, I also believe it's only an infinitesimal fraction of people who actualize their thoughts, flesh them out, and expose them to the world for discourse, enjoyment, and of course ridicule or even worse apathy. Being clever is common. Being brave not so much. So consider yourself among the increasingly rare and brave, fighting the good fight against our AI overlords. Keep on keeping on with the prosetry. I literally LOL'd a few times while reading this latest entry.
My late Aunt Kay used to say that the written word doesn't really exist regardless of form or format. It needs to be spoken so your words may forever surf a wave through infinite space getting smaller but still ever present. This one is for you, Dear Kay. We'll shout it from the rooftops --
If you see Kay. Tell her we'll sit for a spell. Then we'll be free. See you auntie. I think we've done well. We won the bee.
I'm grateful that you continue to post here regularly. I get excited each notification.
I'll add the matter, material, madera, mother connection to my already near spiritual relationship to wood and trees.
I've heard it said that flight evolved twice. Once in reptiles in their pouncing on prey. And again in mammal from jumping from trees. Our relationship to tree is a long one.
I think it was David Whyte who said that poetry is language that we have no defense for. I like that. Like many sacred things, it is inexplicable, and because of that it give voice to the inexplicable inside of us.
Keep the prosetry coming!
Not a poser at all! A proser perhaps…? Thanks for sharing!
I really enjoyed the Beat Poet generation; Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, William Carlos Williams....Their words often captured the power of feelings and emotions that seemed raw, real and very genuine
Ooh Orbital - that’s on my To Read shelf! Maybe I should add some W H Auden…
I smile and giggle and am warmed by remembering your artful communication about linguistics as I railed on about grammar and taught you to diagram outdated sentences. You most certainly wouldn't be your father's son if you didn't enjoy free verse and wooden references. The mother of all material, the link of all roots, the utter dependance we have on each other.
PS I finally finished The Overstory!