Farren and I were featured on HTMLG a couple of weeks ago
I read the work of a few Portland poets I love.
Dead, still, apparently.
Practicing visions of fire.
Walking toward this possible entity or this forgiveness.
Practicing walking, even.
The blades of the knives are red and hot and after they are used they evaporate toward reuse.
I use them.
How the sum of so much can simply not matter.
And then there is the lyric of the body I am building with my own mind.
Over and over
1. It is sane to assume that everyone is more confused than they appear.
2. If someone appears very confused, number 1 is a frightening proposition.
3. If someone appears to not be confused, number 1 is a frightening proposition.
4. Compassion is the understanding that everyone is terribly frightened of themselves, and frightened of each other. That everyone is anxious all the time. And often, because of these, kindness is the last pleasure that we allow ourselves to indulge.
Notes from a conversation with Chloe:
The myth of readiness is dangerous, and so it the myth of balance. If we can’t brace ourselves and prepare for impact and shift, ie being ready, how can we balance? Instead it seems more like responsiveness might lead to balance. But balance is never quite achieved, because response is constant and ongoing. The myth of readiness is a huge, huge problem. It’s a complete set up for failure. It teaches us that if we’re not ready, we’re bad. But we CAN’T be ready. Ergo, we are always bad.
Mostly, it was done with a commitment to the power of small motions. With a commitment to how ordinary it is to write. - Jessalyn Wakefield
The omens began with force.