"For us, there is not just this world, there's also a layering of others. Time is not divided by minutes and hours, and everything has presence and meaning within this landscape of timeliness." - Joy Harjo
what is the difference between vacant and empty, a void and an opening . . .
From Charles Olson's poem, These Days, referenced in John's Fox's book Poetic Medicine:
whatever you have to say, leave
the roots, on let them
dangle
And the dirt
Just to make clear
where they have come from
the poetry of my youth
was words yanked from murky depths
yanked up with dangling participles
bits of blood, soul and anguish
brought nearly to sunlight
then quickly swallowed with sobs
few fertile words escaping to paper
right now I do not search for roots
I prefer the ease of picking blueberries
juicy, sweet, tangible pleasures
- lrb
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