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August 16, 2019
The smiling turtle
By Gary Lindorff
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 smiling turtle looks like he's
About to break into a laugh He's been
Waiting a long time for the punch-line
I am not smiling
My mirror has misted up
I feel the closeness of the swamp
I think we are sinking
Into the muck of our business
We have to call off the meeting
We have to rethink our mission statement
Count off by fours Form work-groups
Shout out the names of trouble and
Make peace with the gravity
Of our situation Admit
That things aren't going as planned
I have no ID for this I'm not
Going to pass I'm
Freaking out I need a powerful talisman
Too late for a hybrid
Will the electric car save us?
Will the great wall stand against the tide?
We should have this whole thing under control
By 2025 Will someone just get that
Little sinking country off my back?
I'm trying to be a good nobody
I'm trying to remember
How to make an organic sandwich
I'm trying to remember my name
But I'm too close to the truth And
When you get this close to anything
It disintegrates into subatomic stuff
And I'm just saying This is freaky
My Mama never prepared me for this
She loved to sing Oklahoma, when the wind
Comes sweeping down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain. . .
My mother would be lost here
Her eyes would ask, where are we?
I don't know where this is, Mom The only
Signs that make sense are the ones
Too far away to read Signs of change
(Article changed on August 16, 2019 at 21:11)
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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of five nonfiction books, three collections of poetry, "Children to the Mountain", "The Last recurrent Dream" (Two Plum Press), "Conversations with Poetry (coauthored with Tom Cowan), and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music". Lindorff calls 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 a new genre, sand-blasted poems where he randomly picks sentence fragments from books drawn from his library, lists them, divides them into stanzas and looks for patterns. Sand-blasted poems are meant to be performed aloud with musical accompaniment.
He is a practicing dream worker(with a strong, Jungian background) and a shamanic practitioner. His shamanic work is continually deepening his partnership with the land. This work can assume many forms, solo and communal, among them: prayer, vision questing, ritual sweating, and sharing stories by the fire. He is a born-pacifist and attempts to walk the path of non-violence believing that no war is necessary or inevitable.