Poetry is most deeply a way of doing philosophy -- not as mere juggling of abstractions, but as lived and felt experience. --David Hinton in The Wilds of Poetry
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Taking the form of haiku and making it... something different.
One of these days I One of these days I will be One of these days I Every time you sit you will find your life begins to feel opaque, as if everything that has ever happened to you is apparent and true, even as the world around you begins to appear more transparent, as if life itself was some sort of magic act, conceived only for the purpose of delighting the senses. You will find this paradox absurd, even hilarious, a wonderous gift of mercy, and you will laugh often and with deep gratitude.
Every time you sit will feel like the first time and the last time, as if you had never been there before and yet had never truly been anywhere else. You will notice your breath is not your own breath, and yet has never been anyone else’s. Your cushion under you will feel like the safest place in the world even though your entire body is on fire. All the world around you will appear to be in blossom, while you, and you alone, draw life from the world’s taproot. Foundling pinprick bug,
at rest on my summer wrist, welcome home, new life. The Slower I Walk
The slower I walk The more I see The more I see The deeper I feel The deeper I feel The more I see The more I see The slower I walk Doug Westendorp 3/21 Bouquet of Light
Tap pity tap pity tap pity Ding Typing at the dining room table A bouquet of light Has been with me all night Typing at the dining room table djw April 2020 My friend, Chris Martin, whose poetry I have shared here before, has started a newsletter called “The Listening World.” He works with people with a unique sense of the world, people who are neurodiverse, and will be publishing some of their poetry on this site. Here is how he introduces it: "Welcome to The Listening World, a newsletter where all the news is poetry and all the poetry is written by neurodivergent writers. I will aim to bring you a new poem every week and at least one new song a month, all created by students with Unrestricted Interest, an organization dedicated to helping neurodivergent learners transform their lives through writing. "This inaugural poem, from which the newsletter takes its name, comes from Hannah Emerson, a 27-year-old poet from Lafayette, NY. Hannah is a non-speaking, autistic typer who describes poets as 'keepers of the light.'” Here is the first poem he shares from Ms. Emerson:  To see more of what Mr. Martin is up to, and to subscribe to his newsletter, please click on this link:
https://chrismartin.substack.com/ IT’S A TIE
Friends no friends riends no friend ends no frie nds no frie ends no frien riends no friend Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends Friends no friends ends no frie ds no fr no  "There is so much we don't understand about poetry. No other utterance, we know, gives more lasting dimensions to our beliefs than that spiraling intertwining of music, image, and conviction. Yet we cannot see into the depths of that magical fusion, we do not understand how it can transmute any subject matter into a presence." -- Serge Hughes
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Doug WestendorpI have written some poetry, and translated a few short poems from the ancient Chinese. Archives
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