When I fleshtalk about my bodyflesh which brings to mindflesh organismic waves of fleshbeingspirit, my tendency, at least years ago, was to assert mental control over all of me in whatever way possible. Knowing, I was taught, occurs through rumination and cogitation, mental activity, the matter of my body – or any body – abstracted into tidy bits of information that can be arranged and ordered into fathomable categories. This way of thinking compartmentalizes us into body, spirit, and mind. Mind is the most reliable, the others fickle and worse. Best that we ignore, even denigrate them. Those guided by body Continue reading
“What does your poetry mean?” asks another well-meaning reader. I stumble for a response, consider how much to say, how any answer misleads.
Mine is a poetry of breath and pulse, of blood and bone in a spiral with presence. In return, I may ask, “What does your body mean? What does a symphony mean? When we peer into the night, what meaning is there in the countless stars?”
My answer will fall short because Continue reading
What is it about elevators that so disembodies us? We step into a small room and are whisked to new elevations which alters our attitude and usual signs of vitality. Continue reading
You master an important initial step when you sit at your desk to write: showing up. Positioning yourself at the desk conveys an intent to commit words to the page.
Manifesting the intent should follow, but for some of us, that next step can be tricky. Continue reading