WINDOW
we are
ancient
primitive
still
afraid
always hungry
gods everywhere
moderately desperate dreams cleaning up broken glass not quite belonging lost-not-lost between woods tall grass a narrow uphill logging road between blindness-not-blindness able-not-able come morning a raven chased by raucous crows
Love this, Chris!
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Thanks Michele!
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I’ve been flipping back and forth between these two ‘window’ s, Chris. They open into entirely different terrains…. as ” a raven chased by raucous crows”
Love where this
is
going
has gone?
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I think “going” Jana, but just never know. To know would mean tightening my grip on the wheel and that never seems to work for me. I am certainly being driven by a interest that arrived with mapping the stars, learning the Greek alphabet, exploring other ancient alphabets, being fascinated by connections and origins and gaining a new appreciation for one word at a time. In the evening my wife says I remind her of a school boy, sitting with his scribbler learning to write the alphabet by writing the letters over and over and over again.
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Have you read David Abrams book “Spell of the Sensuous” ? If not, Chris, I bet you’d find an affinity. He’s a linguist, scholar, slight of hand magician. He talks about language (and the alphabet) as we transformed from oral culture to written word culture. Kept me spellbound…informs me still.
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Kept me spellbound… informs me still. It’s a favourite on my bookshelf. Thanks Jana! Happy Canadian Thanksgiving.
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