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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several books, the latest: 13 Seeds: Health, Karma and Initiation. Over the last few years he has begun calling himself an activist poet, channeling his activism through poetic voice. He also writes with other voices in other poetic styles: ecstatic, experimental and performance.
He is a practicing Transformational Counselor (with a strong, seasoned Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire.
SHARE Thursday, January 23, 2020 Kenny
How is is possible that a man like Trump became president? I think we might all come up with our own answer and it might just be a good exercise to make it personal.
SHARE Saturday, January 18, 2020 Woodland camo in space
Who dreams these things up? Boot's in space. . .soldiers in woodland camouflage literally watching over the Homeland. What are these guys on?
SHARE Wednesday, January 15, 2020 Fantasy of growing old
Taking a break from doom and gloom the poet contemplates a different vision of growing old than the one that discounts the homing of the soul.
SHARE Friday, January 10, 2020 My little orphaned bat-cry
The question keeps coming up, how can we live in this world we have created and at the same time, live with ourselves?
SHARE Thursday, January 9, 2020 Australia -- an allegory
Edmund Spenser (16th century), author of the epic "The Faerie Queene", was a master of allegory. You might see allegory as half-way to poetry. Then again, Spenser's allegory is very poetic and magical.
(2 comments) SHARE Wednesday, January 1, 2020 Uncreation
Here is a poem for the New Year and food for thought. 2020 can be the year that we all cleanse the dust from our eyes and see clearly what we are losing.
SHARE Friday, December 27, 2019 Ravens do not weep
A poem about spontaneous remission. If it hadn't happened I would not have thought it possible.
SHARE Saturday, December 21, 2019 A new way of thinking
With over 400,000,000 guns in the US, I guess I know what Americans want for Christmas. Ammunition.
SHARE Saturday, December 14, 2019 No answers
As this poem was written the news from Madrid was not hopeful. One of the hardest things to bear is how much time my generation had to guarantee that we would never wind up where we now find ourselves.
SHARE Monday, December 9, 2019 Following the Fenton River (a eulogy)
News of the fate of the Fenton River, that used to flow about a mile outside of the University of Connecticut (where I used to play and swim when I was young), came out of the blue when I got wind of a book by an old friend of mine. Apparently the Fenton River is no more.
SHARE Tuesday, December 3, 2019 Circle of what?
This poem was inspired by the BBC story of a young male tiger who being tracked walking 1300 miles looking for something.
SHARE Wednesday, November 27, 2019 In the Birdseye Diner
This poem is about a mother's blessing. It is also an attempt to capture a moment in time, but what time that is, is not exactly clear.
(2 comments) SHARE Thursday, November 21, 2019 What's so funny?
Mining one's life for things to laugh about, that weren't funny at the time, could become a pleasant exercise. I guess aging can be a little like smoking weed.
SHARE Monday, November 18, 2019 Shopping for a violin
One time, years ago, when I was stoned I found myself listening to the most beautiful woman's voice I had ever heard, on the radio. It was almost inhumanly high, like the voice of a faerie. I started weeping. Then it slowly dawned on me that I was listening to a violin solo!
(2 comments) SHARE Friday, November 15, 2019 I / We Versus the Idiots
This was not meant to be a poem, but lately I cannot claim to be in charge of what makes the cut.
SHARE Wednesday, November 13, 2019 Celebrating Solstice and Samhain
This time of year from October to Winter Solstice can be a tough time unless we key in to ancient traditions that help us know how to do this journey.
(5 comments) SHARE Friday, November 8, 2019 Shadow
As a post-Jungian shamanic practitioner, with enormous respect for Jung's contribution, I feel that, even when people think they are on board with (whatever you want to call it) the new "woke" culture, if they haven't done their shadow work, it's not going to be revolutionary enough or deep enough, so this is a poem from the perspective of one of many of the collective shadows of our time.
SHARE Saturday, November 2, 2019 Heading for the Hudson Valley
Traveling down Interstate 87 at 6:30 AM through a 5-mile work zone one might, with very little imagination, experience one's own Space Odyssey.