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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.
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Saturday, January 25, 2020Notes from a burned-out time traveler If we think we have it bad now, consider any conceivable future, or just buy a time-traveler a beer.
Thursday, January 23, 2020Kenny 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.
Saturday, January 18, 2020Woodland 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?
Wednesday, January 15, 2020Fantasy 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.
Friday, January 10, 2020My 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?
Thursday, January 9, 2020Australia -- 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.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020Uncreation 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.
Monday, December 30, 2019When the power of love overcomes the love of power (Hendrix) A video of a young Hendrix playing acoustic blues inspired this poem and the words of the title which are attributed to him.
Friday, December 27, 2019Ravens do not weep A poem about spontaneous remission. If it hadn't happened I would not have thought it possible.
Saturday, December 21, 2019A new way of thinking With over 400,000,000 guns in the US, I guess I know what Americans want for Christmas. Ammunition.
Saturday, December 14, 2019No 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.
Monday, December 9, 2019Following 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.
Tuesday, December 3, 2019Circle of what? This poem was inspired by the BBC story of a young male tiger who being tracked walking 1300 miles looking for something.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019In 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.
Thursday, November 21, 2019What'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.
Monday, November 18, 2019Shopping 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!
Friday, November 15, 2019I / 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.
Wednesday, November 13, 2019Celebrating 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.
Friday, November 8, 2019Shadow 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.
Saturday, November 2, 2019Heading 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.
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