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oh blogdee blogdah

 


                     be like a log lying on the forest floor —
                     wait for sledgehammer’s first swing.

blow like wild wind ’round tree trunks
left standing to witness each limb fall.

                     lo, tis good to be man who hammers
                     and saws with hard tools in his hands.

oh my god, he serves the forest floor,
the trees, the land, the fallen limbs.

                     each medium hefts her own tools —
                     poets write for self — and others too.

for us then blogs become those wee(kly)
known places where we express sound.

                     nothing more — or less — just a handy
                     tool held by some of us — still standing.

so — like http://susanbourne.wordpress.com
writers use blogs when words press in upon us.

 

 

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on earth

 


christ, the chasm
             where we plunge
headfirst or fall —
           fooled by choice,
all dreams done.
             we flail in space,
grasp for grace,
             till bottom hits
and breaks us —
             boulders into bits
— pebbles, sand, silt.
             broken, we become
essential elements —
             eluvial riverbeds
unvisited, unknown.
             still, earth’s waters
receive, absorb us.
             till then, sheer air
our only chrism
             as we descend.

 

 

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found: province of humanities



creative and critical abilities
                     still abide side-by-side,
offer necessary balance, ballast —
           stability in a technological age.
razing and redefining old
                     boundaries leaves trails,
illustrates shifting landscapes,
           indicates lackluster recognition
of ongoing magnificent change.
                     multifaceted explorations,
discoveries — even when
           not ‘new’ — engender intense
excitement, acknowledgement:
                     value, meaning, significance.
inherent histories matter;
           relative relations reveal;
cold conscience trembles;
                     stirred memories trouble;
still — creativity counts.
           critical inquiries clarify
outmoded communications,
                     re-invite diversified study.
myriad, unmanifest questions
           remain: how do we use
too much information?
                     how can less be more?
how can we connote essence —
           in the midst of all this mess?
reintegration demands more
                     interlaced research, greater
levels of core collaboration,
           intention, awareness — activated
ways of re-making worlds.
                     humanities faces many
contemporary challenges,
           multitudes of misunderstanding.
interscholastic inquisitive process
                     needs to accept and assume
timely social responsibilities.
           science and technology continue
to expand, evolve — and invade.
                     multi-faceted intelligences
must re-scale creative heights,
            traverse diverse landscapes,
embrace increased knowledge,
                     return home to base camps —
and share in village squares.


found poem from “A Manifesto
                     for the Humanities in a Techno-
logical Age.” Davidson and Goldberg
           Chronicle of Higher Education, 2004.




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