Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" 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 and oracular.
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We must be more than prophets -- a prose poem As the system begins to crumble around us, should we want it to if we don't have anything to replace it with?
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Your conscience New poem by thiscantbehappening's resident poet
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Truth was everywhere A call to poets to rightfully claim their pivotal role in the evolution of human consciousness.
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And there goes the neighborhood New poem by Thiscantbehappening's poet.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "What do I do about the mice: A pacifist's quandary" and comments When most kinds of killing are felt to be murder, life can be a mine field of choices, and it's hard to argue with the logic of our bones.
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Total Recall Recall notice: Nine out of 10 human beings are being recalled to correct a design error that threatens a potentially catastrophic systems failure in the event of world crisis.
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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?
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Manure Cannon New poem from Thiscantbehappening's resident poet
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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.
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Another poem about It is hard writing about Florida without loosing it and waxing bitter because it didn't have to turn out like this, or did it? Who and what determine how places turn out?
SHARE Monday, February 17, 2020
Poet / potter A short poem about the kinship between poet and potter.
SHARE Monday, September 23, 2019
Slipping This is a poem about communing with a wild spot in a wild place and about the grief of having to leave it.
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When we get to the beach A beach at night bears little resemblance to a beach in daylight. It's a wild place, a place for vision, a safe place to merge with shadow.
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The smiling turtle Live for and work towards a viable future but prepare for the worst, and, this is the hard part: We must try not to lose our sense of humor as we stumble from tipping point to tipping point. After all, the human race is, among other things, a hoot.
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The trial is on The title of this poem is literal. The children are the judges and the jury for the crimes that the adult world has committed and continues to commit against each other, nature and the the planet. The trial concludes quickly. This is really a poem about rebirth.
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Eft The eft is one of the most beautiful creatures of the Vermont woods. Bright orange from head to toe, two and a half inches long, they walk slowly and deliberately and often stop as if deep in thought.
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Troubling War Reports: "Do you see what I see?" When much of the news that we are fed is fake, that is an invitation to take more responsibility for what we dream.
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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.
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Poem: "We, the birds in the field" The older I get the more I identify with the creatures who are threatened by unnatural forces that are beyond their control, because the truth is, we don't control our destiny any more than the bird in the field that is slated to be mown.
SHARE Saturday, July 27, 2019
The swim hole Enraptured as I was (along with everyone else) by the moon landing 50 years ago, I was far more amazed by what this Vermont stream has achieved without technology or hoopla over the eons -- a place as breathtaking as a cathedral.
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This teapot The poet critically considers his recent purchase of a ceramic teapot made in China, both as teapot and metaphor for himself.
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Heads-up to the NRA, our youth are heading for Washington Washington, the great miasmal swamp, is about to meet the beautiful river of change.
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!
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In the name of co-existence Playing favorites is not going to cut it if our goal is to live with nature as if we really cared.
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Tanks but no tanks Even when I was a kid I didn't like parades. They were too linear or something. Add the military to the mix and I just begin the shake my head slowly and involuntarily.
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Sipping Earth This is a bitter sweet poem about how easy it is to idealize every age, but now that I have been so many ages, I think that being young was the best.
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Notes 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.
SHARE Sunday, October 13, 2019
The argument against Climate Change (based on Poe's "Eureka") To find the right language for the argument against Climate Change it was helpful to draw on the florid intuitive scientific jargon of a mid-nineteenth century poetic genius.
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Back to scratch Obviously what's needed is a revolution. Every revolution has it's fallout As a pacifist I am always trying to imagine what a peaceful revolution might look like, best case scenario. Peaceful doesn't mean painless. Here is a poem that came out of such reflections.
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.
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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.
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When 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.
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.
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Mudslide Sometimes helplessness is a blessing. Poetry rarely has any answers. But there is some solace in metaphor when the misery of others is overwhelming.
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Escaping If this is a prison of our own making, why can't we unmake it or at least escape it, even in a poem!
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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 Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Reverie -- A chain of haikus Here is a dark reverie written in a chain of haikus. 5-7-5. (Spoil alert for "I am Mother".)
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Now I write Writing about writing, poems about writing have their place. There aren't enough of them. There can't be enough of them.
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.
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Extinction What stands out in this poem, along with the obvious theme of extinction, is the color orange, which combines the vitality of red and the optimism of yellow. It is also the color of the second chakra.
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One Day in the Asylum This is a repost of a poem that was posted on OpEdNews in 2016, inspired by the appearance of a sparrow at a Bernie rally in Portland, Oregon.
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My Pandemic: Epidemic Epistle VIII: A COVID-19 crisis diary This is the 8th installment of an Epidemic Epistle originally published by Thiscantbehappening.org.
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The United States makes me sick When people immigrate to this country they are generally healthier than they are after they have lived here for a while.
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Back The magic of poetry is we can all get to watch the Earth-rise from the moon and occupy visionary places, but if we're honest, and I suppose this is what we discovered in the sixties, for visions to stick we can't avoid shadow-encounters along the way. We of the Western World cannot have the moon without first realizing that we are about to lose the Earth.
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Stay tuned -- to your dreams Dreams already mean something important. It is our jobs to figure out what.
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.
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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 Thursday, March 5, 2020
Don't get me wrong Death is not final. Life is final in that it is about finishing something. In this poem the poet identifies with a flicker that flew into his glass sliding door.
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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 Wednesday, June 17, 2020
It is what it is (get over it) "What's the use of worrying', it never was worthwhile". Didn't we learn anything from the 50s, for example, how to live without taking any responsibility for how things got so bad?
SHARE Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Siding with the bee This is a poem about the poet living in the age of extinctions.
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1963 -- A good memory This poem is a little like soul-retrieval. There are memories that hold pieces of our soul that are worth revisiting.
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"Dali's mustache" (a poem) This is a nod to everyone who deals with back pain.
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Thoughts on the difference between death and "passing" and what happens when we die: I wish there was a word halfway between someone's "passing" and someone's "death". Death is what we experience from our side of it and passing is what the dying experience.
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?
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"And there once were insects" (a poem) Remembering insects. Some call them pests. This poem calls them sorely missed.
SHARE Thursday, November 22, 2018
The garbage dogs Today is a day for being thankful, thankful we are still here, thankful we still have time to make things right. Thankful that everything doesn't make sense. Because if things made sense the way they are currently we would have run out of any reasonable hope that sanity will prevail.
SHARE Sunday, June 2, 2019
All the moth wanted This poem could be considered a prequel to "What did the moth want?".
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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.
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Climate change Classically, in literature and mythology, monkeys have played the role of tricksters or wiser than wise clowns, but they are no one's fool. The tragic fool, and the sower of chaos is us.
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"The world is at war because it has lost peace" (Pope Francis) I realized that I lost peace when I was watering the garden. Maybe if I say what it looks like someone can help find it.
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 Friday, October 18, 2019
What is the point This is a poem about retooling and re-visioning life in a time when a handful of healthy soil is worth more than Versailles.
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The village people When I see young people living in community, simply and sustainably, I feel I am living in the past. I have very little that they want. Here is a poem for them.
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There is a word for me and you Eric Baus writes: "The doctors said his name had burned up. We never knew how it sounded." If we imagine a situation where names are one of a kind, it isn't hard to imagine many words of any given language being unique and impermanent, so a new adjective to describe us becomes a vehicle to transform into the word or risk vanishing with the word.
SHARE Thursday, July 18, 2019
How I got to be the greatest show on Earth This was not an easy poem to write. I tried to put myself in the head of the leader of the free world to be able to write this history. It's not any place to hang out, to put it mildly.
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I have the tools Here is a poem about apathy. It might be useful to ask ourselves, if our country was our house (as in "home"), which it is, without waxing too metaphorical, what would be its condition?
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Sad Truth, a poem There are many ways to account for Trump's rise to power in these Benighted States of America. One of the more unsettling is that Trump is an archetype.
SHARE Saturday, February 29, 2020
Homeless Writing about homelessness presupposes we know what a home is or feels like but as one ages in the American Homeland one might begin to wonder if any of us know what home is.
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McKibben on a bad day We are living in a world where dreams are the compass and poetry points the way. We are close to the edge and we are close to a shift favoring real change. Some will step over the edge and some will pave the way for revolutionary change. What an amazing time this is.
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This poem ends with stanza 5 Poets are responsible for what they write. Dreamers are responsible for what they dream. No apologies no excuses.
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It was now (followed by a note on its writing) I edit my thoughts / The wind dies down / The news dies down
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For my friend who called me "What do you do for fun? When is the last time you had fun?" The poet struggles to answer.
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Climbing Monument Mountain The more I visit this place, this mountain, the more alive it becomes for me as a whole, its mountain-personality. And no wonder. It has been listening to my friend's and my conversations over the years of our visits, and, as it watches us age, I have the strong feeling that it has grown fond of us and will miss us some day.
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.
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What did the moth want? This poem was inspired by the paintings of Katarzyna Coleman.
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How is this possible? (a poem) What a joy it is to be happy while a dragon devours the sun.
SHARE Saturday, May 18, 2019
W.S Merwin, poet of a higher order? If we don't understand what a poem means that could mean that the poet is onto something. Maybe more important than understanding a poem is being transfixed or moved by its language. Good poetry carries its own logic.
SHARE Monday, March 16, 2020
Corona The present is increasingly an echo of the future. Luckily (or not) we are not as much in charge of steering the boat as we might think.
SHARE Monday, November 6, 2017
Sweetest bird -- a poem A canary may harbor a mighty soul. This one was singing so passionately, surely he was channeling the great spirit of a balladeer.
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Too good for us In spite of how the human race acts like we own the earth and can do what ever we want, I think we are suffering from a profound interiority complex, and for very good reasons!
SHARE Friday, February 22, 2019
15th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 15th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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.
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So, I guess we're f---ked!? Yes and no. Sometimes my vision of the future / Matches what happens. / In envisioning over the years, / I often tap into / The Dreaming of the planet
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Ostrich's lament Ostrich, the largest bird on earth, is caricatured as hiding its head in the sand rather than face reality. It is easy to identify with that coping mechanism, but there is much more to the ostrich that is worth considering.
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Rainbow Gathering For the first time in my life the Rainbow Gathering was close enough so I couldn't not go. And I'm glad I did.
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Tale of a poet Imagine someone in Pompeii dreaming of the future or dreaming of someone in the future dreaming of Pompeii. Here is a poem that attempts to follow one certain poetic ley line -- memory to metaphor to dream to memory, all coalescing in metaphor, or is it dream? Or is it memory?. . . tracing the fractal patterns skirting chaos.
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Inside my shoe Bears and humans have a lot in common: vulnerability, five toes and bare feet. They rarely cross paths. When they do it should be meaningful for the human.
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The round tower Nobody really knows what the round towers in the ancient monasteries of Ireland and Britain were used for: Storage, surviving a viking attack, surveillance of the land, summoning to prayer? Massively built, the ones I have visited, over a thousand years old, were not build for war-making, but if anything, they were there to serve the monastic community and were purely defensive and practical.
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Monsanto and the EPA -- How are they doing? Monsanto and the EPA are taking the Beatles' advice: "Life's very short and there's no time for fussing and fighting my friends ..."
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We'll make it, a little worse for wear -- a poem Sometimes in spite of our best efforts there is the sense of being dragged out to sea by forces far beyond our control. Relax. We'll get through this. Ride the rip tide.
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"Getting rid of Trump in dreamtime", a poem Dreams make no sense sometimes, especially when we're medicated, but when it really comes down to it, who isn't these days?
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The end of everything This poem depicts a cascading diminishment of engagement between people that comes about because everyone agrees that no one should stand out and what results is the opposite of culture -- first stasis and then collective paralysis. During the writing it felt like such a thing could actually happen. Let us hope it doesn't.
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Parallel reality -- a poem It is hubris to assume that there is only this reality that seems to be going badly, even as the forces of change gather and organize. That would be to forget that there are profound depths of consciousness that sustain us in spite of ourselves.
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Greenland shaman Greenland shaman admonishes, "Don't feel sorry for the polar bear."
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Two realities We couldn't bury dead people. / We tried not to watch them. / It was more important to save our minds.
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The Most Dangerous Country Sometimes being an American is like living in Jurassic Park, where the thunder lizards are still in control but on a good day I look around and tell myself it can't be too long before the last of them disappear. They just don't fit in any future I can envision. They consume too much, they rampage too much and their waste is a huge problem.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "So long -- A cautionary tale" and brief comments We are living in dark times. In this poem I am revisiting one of the darker times in American history when the darkness wasn't just an existential reality, but palpable.
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A poem about this A symmetrical poem about today and now, tissue boxes and food and so much more.
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Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music, a memoir by Gary Lindorff, first installment This is the first installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff that will appear bi-weekly. The book itself is due to be published in February.
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The seagulls are walking I love seagulls, but sometimes they do seem a little self-important.
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Sung to Guthrie's "So long, it's been good to know you" (for California) A song for the California drought.
SHARE Sunday, April 17, 2022
Those were the days!: What was the Cold War like? followed by some thoughts This is a veiled invitation to resurrect, following Wendell Berry's advice, "Practice resurrection". (His poem: "Manifesto: Mad Farmer Liberation Front") (Happy Easter)
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The manatees Many of the older ones bear scars / From encounters with prop blades./ They are heading to the powerplant
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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.
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The rose, the fire and the fools (:Version 2, Climate change in America) followed by a reflection Two fools were sitting by a blazing fire / Cooking stones to eat. / The stones were taking a long time.
SHARE Sunday, March 22, 2020
Not essential Not alone The whole question of how essential are we comes up in this poem and also maybe it's time to put on some brakes; that is, when we emerge from the current crisis, that would be a good idea.
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Asparagus (7 haikus) and reflection Cross yourself We are / In the presence of / Evil with a human face
SHARE Friday, June 21, 2019
Traveling with a bee This poem continues the theme of the bee as the poet's familiar in the age of extinctions. The poet must find the honey in his / her heart to survive these days of the Great Unraveling, to be of any use to the growing number of human beings who have no home, literally or metaphorically.
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Why am I a pacifist? My brother actually stops walking / To focus on what he wants to say: / "There's nothing wrong with him",
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These are a few of my least favorite words (poem) I don't mean to offend you / In fact I commend you / If all words you warmly embrace
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Hungry land -- post Thanksgiving Hungry mother, hungry land. A post Thanksgiving poem.
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Another poem about Ira One could write a whole book of poems about places we drive through to get to other places, but would anyone read it?
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Poem: "How the future looks" I think that many young people were born with the "super-powers" or gifts that will be required for renewing the planet. I also think that future generations will have what it takes to undo what we have done to the world.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Bright liberal, you are called" followed by comment I am inviting our "bright liberal" to remove the inconvenient mask of liberalism, open his / her eyes fully and individuate. This longish poem was inspired by rereading Paulo Coelho's "The Alchemist".
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Grass basket Sometimes things stand out as living metaphors, but unless one is writing a haiku, it is the easiest thing to get carried away, making a chore of it. Our job, as poets, might be just to tell a simple story and then know when to stop typing.
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What am I responsible for?: Another day. (followed by a reflection) I am trying to stay focused on what's important. / There are some things I can't look it./ It's too much. I blame it.
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"Tilly", a poem by James Joyce This poem is a poem for our times even though Joyce published it in 1927. The red clay road is just that, but as we step into lucidity the red of the clay becomes the blood of life itself.
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Post Easter thoughts: Switching from brain to heart is a little like a conversion I was thinking about what Buhner teaches about the heart and I was thinking about Paul's conversion
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My poem "Children to the mountain" and brief commentary This is an ecstatic poem. It suggests that if we want to survive and flourish we will need to be reborn. After I finished it I wasn't quite sure what it was saying, which can be exciting to me if I feel that I have worked the language to the best of my ability.
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My life as a near death experience followed by a reflection I am free of pain. I am floating above my body. I am zooming around space.
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Strong My strength is like a horse muscle./ Sometimes I feel it flexing in my conscience.
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Viva fuerte! The time is right for a great council. All we have to do is show up. Here is a poem that celebrates the spirit of finally coming together.
(1 comments) SHARE Friday, September 15, 2017
Sharing the sandbox -- a poem Who are the American People? And who are those people who constantly refer to "The American People"? These are important questions to ask. Unfortunately, for a poet, they don't make for very good poetry, but that's life.
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A twinge of happiness Taking stock. We're in it for the long haul. Looking on the bright side.
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Lightning over Ira Just a simple trip to town is no longer just a simple trip to town.
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Johnny's so long at the fair: my trip to Home Depot Epidemic Epistle: A Covid-19 Crisis Diary originally published on Thiscantbehapening.org.
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Come home to Feng shui -- a sonnet We're all on our own to find how this works / But there is always hope at the end of the day.
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Nursery rhymes for the times The old nursery rhymes had a dark side. They were also coo-coo and zany. These are darker than silly but so are our times.
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What exactly am I saying? Pondering life's meaningless questions. What basket are you in?
(1 comments) SHARE Thursday, April 21, 2022
The council of the flies followed by a reflection They came from houses and prisons, / Boardrooms and palaces, / Marketplaces and gas stations,
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freedom is This poem is a concatenation of self-similar imagistic patterns that could have continued as a fractal unfurling until the poet decided to bring it home.
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"Onion", a poem There are poems that are like shouting into a wind storm, without being able to hear ourselves, and there are poems that offer an alternative to hopelessness -- in this case, magic.
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Stalking the message Epidemic Epistle IV: A COVID-19 crisis diary: this is installment IV of a weekly diary of the pandemic.
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Deep Horizon -- the chosen With the movie "Deepwater Horizon" just out, I thought it timely to resurrect a poem I wrote about the BP disaster in 2010.
SHARE Sunday, November 21, 2021
The frozen shark of climate change (a sonnet) followed by a note on Baudelaire Anyone with a new Idea? We pay cash. / But frankly, I'm done scratching my bald head.
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An elder's pride and remorse There were about 50, 60 people / In colorful clothes. / ( I recall the colors of people's outfits. / It was a true celebration.)
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I'm back. Did you miss me? Just a brief summary of my long strange journey to age 66, and a possible explanation for why I haven't been writing much these days.
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The Storyteller What is the story we are living versus what is the story we are being told and what is the story we are telling ourselves?
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New Year, new eyes, new skin -- A poem Poem for the new year about survival, adaptation and rebirth.
SHARE Wednesday, April 13, 2022
Goodbye to a friend He always asked how I was doing when we got together. I knew he was not looking for the short answer. Neither one of us went for the short answers.
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Tremendum We have dreamed an ending for the world, but the world's Dreaming may have something else in store. Some of us may welcome that as an extension of the familiar, while others may turn away to continue dreaming of ends.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Endless war" followed by commentary This poem, in honor of the new year, tries to capture what it feels like, to me, to live in a world of perpetual war. In order to express this reality I am leaving my comfort zone of conventional metaphorical language to explore a fragmentary, fractal construction of space-time relative to every day consciousness.
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Quitting controversy: How to grow an internal rainforest What I've learned about health (because of Covid) over the last few years has reinforced what I knew intuitively for decades,
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Nursery rhymes Among the things we most have to fear is being caught up in a collective refusal to learn anything from history. What do we see then when we look in the collective mirror? Governments would treat us like children. That is a terrifying prospect when we consider that the leader of the free world is nothing but a spoiled child himself.
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Now would be the time to raise the alarm Now is the time to raise the alarm and make a stink. Right now.
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The vacation A poem, like a dream, is the best way to say something; not the most articulate way or the most user-friendly way. Maybe it's the only way.
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Will you help me? This is a poem about starting wherever we need to start, from a place that needs attention and love, a place that isn't happy or comfortable that we lost touch with somehow, that we have to rediscover and let back into our hearts.
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The first argument One interpretation of how the trouble started is, originally, we were meant to have a much larger brain. The one we have is too small. That accounts for why we are so violent and riddled with neuroses.
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Like reading Mary Oliver The idea of this poem is, obviously, that time is running out, with the bookmarks growing ever shorter. But there is more to it.
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What am I shouting? (A poem.) It's hard to retrieve our elephant nature without the grasslands, without our family gathered around, and even without the moon to paint us silver.
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Knock, knock Knock, Knock joke. This is about being afraid to open your own door, to the world. Not a good situation folks.
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Living on the edge -- Egology 101 He's angry, she is furious, / He is shut down, they aren't talking, / That relationship is abut to snap,./ I feel I have said it all,
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This and that or this or worse HERE IS A GIFT FOR YOU / THE SUN AND THE MOON / THE MOON'S REFLECTION
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The judgment Animals live by instinct but they also have emotions and they feel and they are capable of judging us.
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November Kale This time of year resonates with me in so many ways. It's hard to keep up with what what-all I want to say before Solstice changes things again..
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Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music, 2nd installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff This is the second installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, which will be appearing in bi-weekly installments.
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Water from a mulberry tree: Not how but why? The head is very good at explaining "how", but I am much more interested in why?
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War is wrong A simple poem about a basic truth. Like you have to brush your teeth and stay hydrated and breathe. All things you need for life. Knowing war is wrong is also necessary for life.
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71 and still doing dumb things followed by thoughts After gathering in a circle, Enjoying a mug of nettle-tulsi tea, We walked to the big garden together
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Don't vote against Trump because Imagine a world without Trump. Would it be any better? Would it be any different.? Would we be any different? Would there be more rainbows? Just asking.
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There will be a war It will not be just any old war. / It will be our very own war. / Make it count.
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Dropping the golden shield (followed by an autobiographical note on the writing of this poem) We would dig beneath the overhangs / And then go up and jump / Until the ground released
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The train is leaving Meanwhile we fight and fight./ We fight our child's fear./ We fight the war to stay or leave,
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This poem is done To be sorry for us I would have to be a saint./ All of this could have been avoided.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Earth" followed by comments 1) The poem I found at the bottom of the well when the well of inspiration ran dry, and 2) who the poem is not intended for.
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Who is driving? I veer to the right, barely missing the edge. / Could happen to anyone right? / But there's more.
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AR-15 (A poem) Words fail after the shooting at Marjory Stonemason Douglas High School. Just as with Sandy Hook and Orlando, first shock, then deep sorrow, then outrage then deep consternation. America, America, how much more blood will you shed of your children?
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My first sip of coffee is sweet Getting older one stands the chance of converting bitter into sweet. There is also the chance that what was sweet that turned bitter may transform into bittersweet.
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How do we break the chain of endless war?: A conversation with five friends in Vermont For the most part, I think / we can all agree that men start and wage war. / Therefore, for the most part, / only men can break that chain.
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"Death" -- a poem Contemplating death, at 66: the difference between life and death grows thinner.
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Foundering flounder (a poem) I felt like that sad bottom fish / Weighted down, flattened by / A sea of language
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healing, imagination, regeneration New poem by Thiscan'tbehappening's poet in residence
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Poet's Notebook: The new Big Story (The short story: A super-intelligent species behaved badly) Finding ourselves in the new Big Story. Super novas, thresholds and butterflies.
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Until the rhythm shifts That day I was respected / Was an argument of some kind / Then rest a moment and breathe
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Imagine this world This poem is sort of a koan. It makes convoluted sense, but the point is to get us to go into a maze of imagining, to get lost and find our way through by trusting that the world the poet is asking us to imagine is simply a world of people that can imagine a world with elephants.
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Why wait until 71? 71 years ago I was born. / My soul chose to be born. / And, what's more, I was born 71 years ago with a dream.
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Eleven Commandments Maybe it's time to update the Ten Commandments, such as "love what you like. Cherish what you love." (What if we are living in Paradise? Would it make any difference?)
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A vision of renewal -- A prose poem followed by thoughts on its writing I'm talking about watershed moments / That take us by surprise and / Blow us out of our comfort zones!
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Sleepwalker If someone commits murder when they are sleepwalking, are they guilty? If someone starts a nuclear war when they are aren't in their right mind, are they responsible? With so many zombies running the country we better give these questions serious thought.
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Listening to the cricket What does it take to be a real human being? I think I just got a little closer.
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Daffodil, The Great This poem is a parable that is being spun in order to say something true about the magical powers of the daffodil, not only to break out of a frozen bulb, like the Great Houdini, but to participate in (or in this poem, initiate) the grand ecstatic chain-reaction that we call Spring.
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The circles of Hell Dante's circles of hell, that is to say, all nine or ten / Have vanished with the evils of his time./ But Hell itself has much enlarged since then
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Dreaming ourselves out of this mess The difference between dreaming and Dreaming is key to getting out of our own way as humanists and activists and preparing the way for monumental change.
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My friend the local legend And he stops in the middle of the song / To yell at the weed wacker / On the other side of the hedgerow
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"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Part 2 Monkeys take revenge on the sun for burning down Ameise's house and live in the house of the sun.
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Yahweh was Irish The process is called nitrogenation / But I'm not interested in the science. / I am interested in the tempest
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Poem: Should I wear a mask? Existential dilemma. Mask or no mask? We know the answer but there are other questions that distort the answer. A quintessentially American loop of parochial logic.
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Notes of a burned-out time traveler II, followed by a reflection I went back to that place in the future / With the big hand in the woods / The place where the children / Were trying to get the pigeon to fly
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Vertigo / Picking up glass on Monhegan Island A poem about picking up the pieces and being in a good place to contemplate what it means to be whole.
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There is a mountain A dream-vision. Driving toward a place of transformation.
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What I want to say has been said (poem) followed by a reflection on its writing The same thing someone said / In a bus station in Gdansk 10 years before. / His child had just fallen asleep on the bench
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Homeward from visiting family Visiting family several states away is worth the risk and the quarantine when we get back home. Many of us are not looking for America any more; we're looking at it hard and deep.
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Hitching a ride with Cassandra The poet, in a dream, hitches a ride with Cassandra, a contemporary incarnation of the ancient prophetess of Troy..
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Notes from a burned-out time-traveler III : Quat There I was in the same weird place / I was outside the brain museum / I took out my handwritten instructions:
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Welcome to our garden Welcome to our garden / Glad you could make it / Our garden would like to meet you
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Some thoughts on the shadow How we experience our collective shadows has everything to do with how consciously and proactively and mindfully we approach this work -- and it is work!
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The riddle (a poem from a dream) followed by a possible interpretation . . . these words / Are not what they seem. / I think that they are encoding / The entire dream
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Wow The best tricks aren't tricks.Or another way of saying this is, the best magic is real.
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Honor to the men and women in the orange vests who build and resurface our roads We see them out there, all summer and fall, the men and women who build and resurface roads. This poem is a tribute to them.
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"Why are we in Vietnam?" (or any damn place for that matter), revisited Norman Mailer's novel and Ken Burn's documentary and a few cherished memories of Aunt Margery are the inspirations for this poem that addresses the quandary, Why are we in the Trump Era?
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The greater pandemic The greater pandemic is the Industrial Revolution that started in the mid nineteenth century, England and spread like wild fire sickening the living planet.
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In the pine woods Listening to all the racket of young crows being fed conjures thoughts of good parenting, but also how it seems to be the case that the more intelligent a species, the longer it takes to grow up.
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Many trees are blossoming followed by a reflection I wish I wasn't a predator. / I wish I did not sanction the violence / That has passed for civilization
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Why is Gary Lindorff the way he is? I only started being able to navigate my psychic landscape when I grew into my poetic shoes. . .I say shoes because initially I swallowed poets like TS Eliot, Yeats and Rilke whole. . .
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Shipwrecked Roses are red, violets are blue but without poetry in our souls it's all black and white.
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Black butterfly -- New Year, new world Another tipping point. Another chance to listen to the prophetic voice of common sense. Will it be just a new year or a new world? We choose.
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The elephant in the tree followed by the dream that inspired this poem and an interpretation I prayed for Putin and Ukraine and myself. / And got a dream for all my trouble.
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Betrayal (what we can expect) threshold beyond / which the goal is to prevent / grow immensely.
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The story goes My father's father played his violin in the attic / Where no one could see his tears.
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And if you don't love me now Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise / Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies
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The mock interview I read an article on BBC World News about how: "The world's first robot designed to carry out unbiased job interviews is being tested by Swedish recruiters." Named Tengai, her voice is kind and businesslike with a tinge of the maternal. Her face glows. I couldn't help but imagine where this is going. It all seems very innocent right now, the subtle introduction of AI into every day culture. But is it?
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Finding myself in Time: Facing the Music, 3rd installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff This is the third of bi-weekly installments of a memoir by Gary Lindorff.
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The rose, the fire and the fools (poem) I'm afraid of us./ I wake up afraid / Of us. I lie awake afraid / Of us
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Reflection of the self followed by thoughts on the writing of this poem If I must say something / Appears from emptiness / It became a game / The palm tree won
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Searching for a new mantra At least there are no germs in space . . . yet. Mantra or revelation, new paradigm or shift, Big Dream or vision? It matters little where we draw our inspiration, as long as we don't push the reset button.
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Finding myself twice as old as my son -- a poem There are perks to having an old soul. On a good day it is possible to tap in to the patience of a stone or tree, and to recognize the things that really matter, like yogurt and love.
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No poem tonight A poem about not being able to write a poem is even harder to write than nothing at all. This poem tries to capture that feeling.
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The poet was not harmed during this fantasy of world's end Are we responsible for our fantasies of the end of the world? I suppose if we want to take credit for worlds that flourish we should also accept some of the blame for the ones that don't.
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Onion and Woo plan an outing Throwing red paint at the entrance to the White House seems like a really good use of time. In this poem Woo questions whether red is the best color.
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Glastenbury Mountain Some places are mysterious and deserve our respect and we should show our respect by granting them space or at least when we visit these places we should try to discern whether they want us there or are asking us to back away. I think the Grand Canyon is like that. We should stay out of it, admire it from the rim, but let the spirits live there in peace.
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Fighting Zombies Why I have a soft place in my heart for zombies and 50-foot women.
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Shifting I'm deleting fewer emails. / Emails from friends. / Emails from out there.
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Happy crappy New Year I'm tired of people dicing and splicing their truth, / Praying for forgiveness while gearing up for war.
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Mary Oliver's poem: "The Summer Day" followed by a reflection Tell me, what is it you plan to do / with your one wild and precious life?
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Human Report Card, F- . . .we haven't learned anything / In 4 hundred thousand years. / We drive around in our own private machines / Like Fred Flintstone.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "True story of a one-legged duck" followed by comments I tried to help a wounded duck but the universe had other plans. The question is, is it too late to help our own wounded selves? and other questions.
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Puzzled? : Seeing our worldviews as puzzles ... if we are really individuating our visions never stop expanding and there is always a fractal edge...
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Home is where we're planted (sonnet) How sad the house looks, like a Pixar animation! / The forest too will miss us
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Poet's Notebook: A Haiku, "Four elder White men" followed by a reflection James Baldwin makes me uncomfortable in my skin, for which I am grateful.
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Stand by (a poem) followed by brief reflection You might not be needed yet but -- stand by. / When Satan gives the nod or wink you must all push your buttons.
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Thus it is (for people who live near the sea, a semi-autobiographical confession) There will inevitably be days when / The front door is open / The strange man turned up again
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Using my library as an oracle Applying Jung's principle of synchronicity, in trying to make sense of Trump's rise, I sought advice from some revered ancestors and one living ecstatic poet.
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My whispering bones This might stand as a / the poet's version of breaking quarantine.
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Poet's Notebook: Disappearing places, disappearing soul and soul-retrieval As the world experiences soul-loss, with the displacement of and gentrification of one-of-a-kind places (along with the people who live in these places), we have to make sure that we nurture our own souls, i.e., that part of us that is capable of recognizing "soul" in the first place. Soul has nothing to to with quaintness or charm. Soul is what lets us know when we're home or closing in on what we are longing for.
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Notes from a burned-out time-traveler IV Quat has listened to my descriptions of my time / And he thinks that his time could be regarded / As a fresh start.
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "From the land of giants", followed by reflection A birthday poem to myself in which I step up to slay some giants and invite others to do the same.
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William's secret pleasure (followed by a note on its writing) William travels to Boston every other week / To visit his granddaughter, Sherry. He always goes by bus.
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My old friend the rock This poem is about renewing an old friendship and finding peace and therapy in the middle of the woods.
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It hurts to be an American. Literally (pt,2) Part 2: It hurts to be an American. Literally. But it hurts some more than others.
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Here and There We are responsible for what happens to our cultural, emotional and spiritual environment. So we have a lot to figure out and, now that the damn election is over, we best get to it. There is a lot at stake.
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I need to get something off my chest You know, it occurs to me, as I contemplate the horrors of Ukraine. . .
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Poet's Notebook: My poem, "Mr. Heron" followed by comments Maybe this is the Zen of bird-watching: Serving witness. Sometimes the message I receive from nature these days is overwhelmingly sad. It isn't business as usual in nature especially in Florida.
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One old guy to another -- A shadow poem Right then my consciousness splits / Right down the middle. / I am responding to my friend / Normally enough that he doesn't seem to notice
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Sometimes it amazes me This is a poem about the power of yearning to manifest.
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Parallel thunders Two hundred children. / The people in the cavea grow still. / A profound hush spreads through the stadium
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Better is best You know you have a friend when they know when you are kidding and when you are serious. The same applies for befriending oneself.
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Passport photo followed by reflection Take off your glasses / Don't smile / That's what they told me
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Old friends, not bookends (a poem) What about you? What / Keeps you wanting to stay alive? / (Long list follows. / I say, Wow.
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"There you go again." (Reagan) Distancing myself from those who explode the things I love.
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The Stranding of the Human Race: The Human / Dolphin Enigma Dolphin's brains are as complex as, or even more convoluted than, human brains and they are far better communicators than we are (among themselves), so why do they beach?
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So, what exactly is synchronicity and how does it help us exit the Matrix? So another way to look at a synchronicity is to see it as the coincidence of an inner and outer event that share unmistakable commonalities.
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11th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding myself in Time" This is the 11th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until its release in March.
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Observing dragonflies If you want to get close to a dragonfly / There is phase one and phase two. .
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From in the crosshairs -- a sonnet Give me one good reason why I shouldn't scream / Like some wild thing that has lost its habitat
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Buddha is alive and well So she fell asleep and dreamed her baby was lost / So she woke "Oh, my baby, where is my baby?"
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Why we may never have peace I'm listening to muted sirens and explosions / Above where the ATM machines / Are waiting for the mobs
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If I were to stay here (poem) I would have no choice / Because my mind would clear up / I would wake up
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Tenderized by L/life You might not understand what I am saying. / That is why I am including the link in this poem.
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The old man says followed by notes on its writing If we have to shame our ancestors / We will do that, they say. / If we have to eat your dreams, / We will eat your dreams.
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Lest the criminal judge (poem) followed by some thoughts I will consign my rage to a ritual fire, / Bury its ashes deep in the ground. / Just let me live beyond my urge to scream
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Reflection on War We're all living in the same house for damn sure!! When a nation goes to war, it is burning down a room in the global house.
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One big dream We were out back talking about dreams / One big dream in particular, yours.
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The burning mountain Sometimes it feels like the stink is in my brain. / But we go to work anyway. / If we don't who will?
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Review of Netflix, "How it ends". This guy is at the airport, / Flying out to Seattle to join his fiancee / And something is wrong.
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Somewhere in Coimbatore Somewhere in Coimbatore / There is a patch of grass / That is greener than green
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Rebirth (a poem) My feet hurt, but I don't have time to rub them, / No time to cool them in a stream. / Like a deer in a burning forest, / I bound over smoldering hotspots...
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The hourglass We are living in a fragile moment, in a loop of time, like a recurring dream but not quite because the dream is changing subtly as the particles of possibility slip through the hourglass.
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Growing up followed by a reflection I said to the stone: / We're going to / Change the world
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We're in good hands for this summit followed by a reflection All the delegates are here. / One trusts / They will get it right.
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Lights (and why I wrote this poem) Lights in the mind / The sky mind / Strange news flashes
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The coming world that should be Now is the time for world renewal, while stepping back to let the old world die however it needs to, as it is already doing in a million ways.
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8th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding myself in time: Facing the music" This is the 8th, bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, ""Finding myself in time: Facing the music", to be continued until the book is released in late March.
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Answer to the 5 Rules of War followed by brief reflection Rules of War sound like something straight from 1984. If these rules were followed much of what the United States has carried out in the name of war will have discounted their own rules. Tut-tut. .
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Patriarchy -- how it ends We are, arguably, living at the end of the age of patriarchy. What that might look like, or feel like, is going to be different for everyone. Here is one version.
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The hourglass (reprint of 2018 poem, followed by some thoughts) I heard him come in. / I heard him say, / Sleep don't come easy. / Too many lies.
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New year with brief reflection I'm going to stick my neck out / I'm going to tell you what
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What can Americans be proud of? Well, there was the sixties. Now what? For at least the last 10 years I have noticed that I avoid "classic" sixties rock, any sixties music for that matter, except for a few bands. I am just beginning to understand why.
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The Martian (a poem) My sister is a potter. / We had lunch at her studio. / She said, I have to stay here / But you should check out the Martian.
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The man with the luna-moth mask A large insect lands on my face / It is a moth / It covers my face / Like a covid-mask
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How I snuck up on a cloud Kneeling, / Picking snow peas / At the cool end of the day.
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Your questions make me nervous I am sorry that I all I have to offer / Is this thermos of warm tea,/ But at least I brought two mugs.
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Who is the poet? (a poem, followed by a footnote) But who then is the poet / And why are they so shy,
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Black River New poem by thiscantbehappenings poet, Gary Lindorff
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Akooh Sometimes the clearest prose leads us astray from our birthright to babble. If there are no wild spaces between words and phrases, no voids of sense or gaps in logic then language becomes programatic, topic-driven, over-civilized. It's easy to forget how wild language is at heart because we pride ourselves in controlling it. But there is poetry with huge soul locked within the most generic prose.
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The first day of Spring It is when the snow has melted / But only on the south-facing hillsides.
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Universe of the egg followed by a reflection And you know you are in / The universe of your latest rebirth / When the air begins to brighten on cue
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Prepare for everything followed by notes Get ready for everything. / Pack your bag just in case / Everything changes sooner than expected..
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Yes, Covid is shutting down the arts Just a quick slanted overview of what artists are facing as we navigate Covid.
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10th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 10th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Evil (an open letter to my dead father) Is evil intrinsic to our humanity or there an outside agent that makes us do inexplicably terrible things?
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5th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 5th of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Bomb the ending followed by a reflection Bomb the volcano! / Bomb the city. / Bomb the northern lights if you want to.
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18th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 18th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Launching a poem Here is a poem that will not blow up on launch. And, the aliens are among us; they are the left brain.
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Falling into belief (poem) Knowing you as well as I do / I can let go of a little of my fear of the future / Or, sorry, I mean for the future
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How can you know when you run? (inspired by Crosby, Stills and Nash: "How can you run when you know?") There is a fine line between writing for escape and writing for transcendence. In such a dangerous world, as writers, we are wise to watch for opportunities to be reborn. Events are always building and breaking like an omnipresent wave gathering momentum. The trick is to fly ahead of the tidal wave of events, keeping our vision clear and our minds free.
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What Attenborough said -- A sonnet All the things we have lived for, just forget it, / All the things we are conditioned to want and need / Either change how we live or we'll regret it!
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Guide us home A poem about passage to be read to Nils Frahm's "Winged Victory for the Sullen".
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A retelling of the Grimm brothers' folk tale, "The fisherman and his wife", for our times In this retelling of the famous folk tale, the fisherman is now Melania Trump and the enchanted fish is more than just an enchanted fish. But the basic message hasn't changed through the centuries.
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What I said I just read a piece by Josh Mitteldorf on Shanthi, which I really recommend reading. This poem does not have much Shanthi in it. It is written at the edge of the dualistic universe where many of us are poised at a kind of door. What if all the alarm clocks in the United States went off at once? I think we are almost at that point.
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something to show (a poem) Maybe I will confront the plow guy this year! / I've been getting more assertive / With mixed results
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New book by Gary Lindorff -- New Wasichu, Crossing: Our Story is Just Beginning Here is a map for we who would walk into the future in balance and with power -- power to overcome our foes, power to face our fears. These two paths start right here. To the extent that we own it and live it, with courage, our story is, in fact, just beginning.
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We must be more than prophets, Part 2: Ed McCurdy's vision -- a prose poem He wrote that song for the coming days! / What days? When are they coming?
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God or Climate Change or Godzilla? (Maybe it's all three.) The usual questions arise: Why this house and not that house? Why this section of town and not across the street? ... As if there is some answer somewhere
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One day, in the asylum What really happened that day at the Portland rally. Fleshing it out. The poetic truth and nothing less.
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Strawberries (poem) There is conversation in the living room / There are questions / There are topics and wine
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Say how it is and bless each other followed by a reflection Let's get together for a fire. / Laugh a little at the absurdity of everything
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A poem for loggers What opening will be left for me / When I receive my invitation
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The taste test There is so much confusion now-a-days for us Americans on what is "real". Poet or not, I have to turn to science (and radio) to get my bearings.
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Notes from a burned-out time-traveler V (the last) -- the Keog and the children I met Quat He looked at me for a long time / Then he asked me: Do you know why you came? / I said no / He said because the Children sent for you
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The algae eaters They ate nothing but algae / With virtually no contact from the outside world. / When they emerged they were thin and greenish
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Perfectly broken Did I make any promises / Before I was cast a human? / Did I promise / That I wouldn't / Kill my enemy?
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The Nuclear Prom (a poem) Nine nations have the bomb, / And they're all going to the nuclear prom!
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Who first noticed Yoke of language / Faster than the wind / Through the family
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9th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 9th of bi-weekly installments of "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the memoir is released in March.
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The flowers in the bowl (a covid poem followed by a reflection on its writing) Pitiful i thought so that's it? / And I looked at the flowers
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Looking at dreams with our Magic Eye I prefer to see dreams as Magic Eye pictures that only make complete sense when our perspective shifts to their archetypal underpinning. . .
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The unwelcoming place followed by a reflection If I saw someone I was prepared to explain / Honestly: "I am from the other side of the valley."
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Spring snapshots The forest is just beginning to leaf. / Plum blossoms cover my car. / Birch trees are swaying / Like skeletons dancing
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Star-tangled banner Badly needed upgrade of Star-spangled Banner. And watch for: "This land ain't your land, this land ain't my land..."
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The Bloody Gun When it comes to the war-like nature of the human race, change is slow, so slow maybe none of us reading this poem will live to see any change at all, but, on a good day, believing it will come is enough.
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Moving right along, with bad karma We should have listened to McKibben back when he warned us that we were ending nature. Now what?
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Solacy -- All Hail to the Sun King* followed by a reflection Lunacy is madness so the dictionary states / But actually it's solacy that is turning us all crazy
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Dreadful knocking -- a sonnet followed by a reflection of what is meant by "dharma" I have watched more than just cognition wane / From coast to coast across this fogged-up nation.
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A poem: "Who is I" and reflection In an attempt to lighten up two days before the election returns, I am remembering that when we are alone in the voting booth it's just me, myself and I? But who is "I"?
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A(manda) BAB CDCD EFEF GG(orman) -- A Sonnet "I thought I saw new writing on the wall./ I even dared to hope the cage would spring. . ."
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Rebirth Of course it is black and white / Let me be clear This is old / It happened before I was born
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The stone person He is made of stone. / He has no features. / The sculptor was releasing him
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4th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the fourth of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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6th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 6th of bi-weekly installments of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Bittersweet (poem) Later in the day I met you returning from a walk / You were holding a green basket you had made
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7th installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 7th bi-weekly installment of a memoir by Gary Lindorff, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Our semi-precious way How can we continue / On our semi-precious way / Without the wink and nod?
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Boots on the ground Just hand me / A moonbeam so I can find my way / To my rack. Let me find my Big Voice
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What you might do This is a poem about subsistence and waiting.The ravens are the real subject of the poem. They are where the energy is. But even they are in a holding pattern.
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G Lindorff interviews Gaia Pacifist-poet interviews Gaia. Gaia advises to "let the world in" and let our hearts melt. This is G L's second Gaia interview.
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17th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 17th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Riding the elephant Empathizing with the mighty elephant. There is a world out there that needs to be judged and ultimately fail, or we might as well all just go to hell.
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It was after (a poem) And it was after that that I stood up / And it was after I stood up / That I thought of you and our conversation
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Shopping at Walmart New poem by Gary Lindorff, Thiscantbehappening resident poet
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Nemesis -- All-American style I don't see the point / But I feel it, a wee pressure on my back / A tickling moving up my shoulder
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13th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 13th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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The happy ending (poem) I feel for this dog / Is there a law being broken? / Should I call the Humane Society / Or the constable? .
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Calmness sets me free -- a sonnet I even have it in me to accept the way things are, / Happy to assume that existence is enough:
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Trump: Just Another Head of the Hydra Trump isn't going anywhere. He is an archetype. We just need to go deeper ...
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Quoting myself on this 4th of July (poem) And I can feel both the sickness / And the craziness of this country / That would love to move in on me / And steal away what's left
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The jamboree They opened the stops, / Threw open the wide gates, / There was going to be a jamboree.
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Tipi in the city poet-pacifist, thanks to the Navahos, the Dine, has a good day in Salt Lake City
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Five minutes ago and yesterday (poem) The house we are staying at has a piano / The woman in the garden said / We could help ourselves to the herbs
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I had a big dream last night that I want to share I have been investigating and broadening my awareness in two areas since Covid hit: psychedelics and the our microbiome.
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We aren't all in the same boat This poem explores one aspect of the reality of living in an oligarchy, followed by the poet's reflections on the writing of the poem.
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In mind of a previous act To leap from a window / The temperature was very hot / Another ingenious answer
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Arktos Arktos means Bear. We are making the Land of the Bear disappear before "all the eyes of the heavens".
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My soul said, "Get up." Making promises to our souls in the dead of winter is a good way to side with life.
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The Thunberg Look -- a sonnet The way she looked at him that day / When at the Summit him she spied / would have made an eagle drop its prey . . .
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Mount Greylock It always feels a little like soul-retrieval when I am able to integrate one of my father's memories into my life.
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Was I ever little? It might seem as if this poem is written tongue in cheek, but no, the poet really is yearning for proof that he was once little.
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The reunion Happy poems are rare. They can't be manufactured by the poet just make the poet happy.
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I'm going to wake in New Zealand (repeat) Last week, I was cleaning the basement / (I know, crazy, right?) / And I found the doomsday clock.
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Clinging to the tree of life (poem) I live in Vermont / Where climate change is all about / Scary numbers,/ Contemplating distant disasters / And troubling hypothetical outcomes
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Shouting to the stars Are we in a train watching things pass through a rain-smeared window or shouting to the stars?
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The pipe This poem is about a possible future in which the only thing our descendants know about us is that we built really good pipes, but what they were used for no one has a clue. That's a good thing because the truth would wreck their religion.
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Between place and child followed by brief comments on its writing Words written over / Pleading with my voice / Floating toward bursting stars / Comes running from the garden
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So you built a dam (a poem) How nice for you / That you were able to convince yourself / That the world needed another dam.
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Vlad at home He can't sleep. He has to call the general / Right now./ He fumbles for the phone on his night table
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Notes toward a manifesto Manifestos have never been more timely. The last time I wrote one I was 19. Now I am 65 and I'm happy to say I know where I stand, who I am and what I believe.
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Three Poems For These Pandemic Times There is a lot of work to do on multiple levels. Our work is cut out for us for the foreseeable future. And I mean us poets as well as those of us who regard poetry as medicine.
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Our waking nightmare Ah, those lovers of war, caught up in their passion,/ It would be so cruel to say No more!
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Moonbat This poem will not mean the same thing to any two people, but whether that is true or not we will never know.
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16th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 16th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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The whole study Sometimes a poet just has to go with his / her gut, so we don't get physically sick, I mean barf or something.
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Canary blues I need my mother's gumption / And head for where the deer and the antelope play / Get out of snake city
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Covid-Epistle XI: How living under the pandemic has changed me as a writer Covid-Epistle XI, originally written for scantbehappening.net, the poet explores how writing in these times is a little like walking on water.
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It was before (a poem) It was before I stood up / That I watched the geese disappear
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Grieving and praying The poet-pacifist's gun: reflections on our violent country and our prospects for a future.
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Lovers and killers (a poem) Our blood is red / Which is appropriate for a species / Of lovers and killers.
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Dreaming with Eno II Now where are we Now Right now / It is now Right here Don't miss out
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That's a good question and brief reflection Next time it's our overuse of "multiple" but right now we've got to question our overuse of "that's a good question". It's gotten way, way out of hand.
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What is the difference between DDT and Glyphosate? followed by reflection You don't have to listen to this / coming from someone with chronic Lyme
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Birds sing louder in Virginia Listening the birds who begin when the sun rises here is Virginia, some began to sound distinctly Spanish. I started wondering what they are really saying.
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It's not God (sonnet) Such anger in the sky. It makes you think! / What would the prophets say? / And it's not just Kentucky that's on the brink..
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Five cartoons (to visualize) Just for a laugh. Concepts for cartoons. These ideas for (visual) cartoons come to me as I'm driving down the road. Consider them public domain.
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Outside One thing that is becoming more obvious to those of us who know there are different realities is, if we are going to change our fate, we are going to have to change the time line.
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We are all to blame followed by reflection With Trump almost out of the way, we are on the cusp of joining the rest of the world in mitigating Climate Change. May we succeed.
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From now on, we -- followed by reflection In the middle of the night / Watched in dumb shock / Some things don't translate / Under existing conditions
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Sucking the bones of the bee If we knew what we were doing, wouldn't we stop or are we too afraid, too mad with fear and loneliness?
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Lake of memory This is a poem about how following a stream was like following a thread to a whole seamless world of memory that was all about a lake.
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A moment of silence for Cecil New poem by this cantbehappening resident poet
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The little fool One poet, Michael Torres, describes some poems he didn't write (or is it images he didn't turn into poems?), as a lost dog that unexpectedly finds its way home. That describes how this poem wrote itself.
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You will become stronger You will become stronger / I want to believe her / Water glasses slip
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19th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 19th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released later in March.
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Letters from camp (fact-checked) I am the second oldest in my cabin. / Ben is the oldest. He is 10. / Spiders live under the cabin.
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Avalon Sutra This is a poem to honor Harold Budd. In this style of poem every line is a sentence, so every line is a thought.
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Mouse Under the Hubcap The latest poem from TCBH by resident poet Gary Lindorff.
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12th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This s the 12th bi-weekly installment of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Open house The walls are made of cannon balls./ The roofing material is guaranteed / Until tomorrow.
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Part of the barter So where does it end? / Crucible of the earth / Murmur of the sea
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14th installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 14th of bi-weekly installments of Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music", to be continued until the book is released in March.
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Sliding scale Homeopathic poetry. Taking back the steering wheel: If the world is crazy, we have to be crazier but take responsibility for the reality we occupy.
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Quiet as a banana There is poetry and wisdom in everything. Like Thoreau says, we don't have to leave our yards. The poet might add, or our living rooms.
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Goodnight gun Poet-pacifist looks inside the mind of a gun that can't sleep.
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Writing against the wall followed by reflection "Poetry gets me high / But the zeitgeist's higher / It's a wall of water / A three hundred year high towering / Over a life of denial. . ."
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Summer job This is a poem about choosing our battles and it is about supporting someone's cause.
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To walk the full mile poet-pacifist celebrates the ages (stages) of and brevity of life
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Dreaming with Eno Listening to Brian Eno's "New Space Music" / Wasn't my first choice / But Harold Budd's "The Plateau of Mirror" / wouldn't play for me
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The diamond box In 9056 the NewEarth corporation unearthed a diamond box / The box contained 100 cuneiform tablets
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Monster in my garden New poem from Thiscantbehappening's resident poet
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Bombs of love poet-pacifist weighs in on the so-called intelligence behind the bombing of the hospital in Afghanistan
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Vermonter in Virginia Virginia might be for lovers but Vermont is for people who love Vermont; i.e., long winters, short summers, arguably one of the best places for writing, albeit not sure the sun or the cows sing there.
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The Pink Bear A mysterious Pink Bear announces his presidential aspirations on Fox News.
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Just another poem about the Apocalypse All the elements of what the Apocalypse will / might look like are in our own private theaters, our dreams. Maybe there is a better word than apocalypse because what seems to be coming is a gigantic psychic overhaul of the human race. Let us hope so anyway.
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Dream incubation Dream incubation is not so much about programming our dreams to resolve issues for us, but to seek out how the wisdom of the unconscious or our deeper Self might perceive the issue we wish to resolve.
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Manifestation in the constellations (a poem) Infuse it with a little humor / Angered by the teasing voice / The bomb's gift for us
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Our monster The thing we should fear most is a monster of our own creation.
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Rhubarb and the revolution followed by a note on its writing My wife asks me to go down to the garden / And get 8 stalks of rhubarb. / I walk down in my slippers.
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Fishing the red herring A party of fishermen braving the high seas to catch a red herring in support Bernie's chances.
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The little bird When we are little, animals trust us, come closer and are more responsive. As we mature and we think we are so superior to them they keep their distance. When we are older they begin to trust us again.
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Back to Rome (Written in the kitchen at The Lodge, 5 AM, Inis Mor, the day of our departure) The United States never felt more like Ancient Rome to me than it does now, and Ireland never felt more like my spiritual home than when were were staying on Inis Mor.
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Open Covid letter from a white middle class guy whose luck of birth has run out but that's OK This started out as a letter to the family but it can also be addressed to the larger family. It's hard to get a grip on what we are facing but I it's fair to say that there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel, albeit (pardon the mixed metaphors) first we have a gale to sail through.
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Bestiary, the old gang The animals compare notes about human beings.
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Trophy Hunting Poet / pacifist walks us through the reality, i.e., the fantasy, of big game trophy hunting.
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Gun tales of a pacifist Guns of innocence, guns of experience, guns that never should have been fired, and why I, a pacifist, love the smell of gunpowder.
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If I was god, on my day off The poet gives himself permission to write a light poem, imagining what kind of city he would create if he had the power. The photo is the first image that came up for South Street in Philadelphia, which has a history of managing to maintain its livable, likable character through waves of development, albeit it does have a Whole Foods market that looks like it was lowered from a helicopter.
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A bird with my name on it I focused my vision like a microscope / And saw amazing things: / The fern became a rock, / The rock, a rabbit,
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Just a few questions Poem inspired by John Cage's question to John Lennon after he demonstrated his singing voice to Lennon: "Did you like it?" When I wrote this poem I imagined Cage asking some of these questions with me.
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20th and last installment of "Finding Myself in Time" This is the 20th and last installment of Gary Lindorff's memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". The book will be available later in March.
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Are the Russians fighting their own shadow (or Putin's shadow)? In this quote is a key to why I think wars are fought at all.
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McDonalds leaves Russia Yes, let this be a sign, / The first of many, to be sure.