Your imagination is a powerful and creative tool for life transformation

"Yoga at its heart is a practice for evolutionary spiritual growth—growth into our own highest possibilities. Imagination lets us find our way into those possibilities. By training the imagination, harnessing its power, we can use it for creating beauty and truth in the world. Then our acts of transformative imagination become genuine acts of power. They can change our inner state, for sure. But they can also change the world."

see whole article here: It's All In Your Mind

green dreams

the practice of overpriced goods

subsumed by certainty

let me count the ways a noun

designates girth

spiral milk

curdling

this will not answer what

revolves

faith

a constitution undeterred unrecovered searching

a loss of law

in the flee market goods

practiced like a fiber rich diet

apples or

goats prefer the pasture

and chickens develop healthy omega

whatnot

subversive publishing

1. make your own book



2. leave it in unexpected (or expected or whatever) public places



3. let it do it's thing... imagine people reading, wondering, laughing, signing, agreeing, smiling, crying, you know, experiencing ...

soluble

repeat and undone calories recover

over snooze impractical

choose 27 ways to constitute

the absurd

a subsidiary of certainty (you might wonder at the expense)

(there is no price too )

how does one know in detail what happens under investigation

handling questions like herding goats

when laws don't change

"mam" "sir" the rule of latitude

will not answer circular accumulation

(fat sugar broccoli faith)

sleeping

on the lamb

potential for failed payment undoing the answers

to nothing

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EMU undergrad English Scholarships

Undergraduate English Language and Literature scholarship applications are all due next Friday, April 8. These scholarships are open to ALL English majors (from any and every program area).

Stop by the English dept office to pick up the application info.

for H.D.

words things connection detail weather
looms like gravity a simile as in similitude
i am like you laugh laugh
we tell the same jokes

do not accept defeat things words
strive to be happy
better words were never
things

sky sidewalk traffic pungent recall
this time last spring
you were watching the same
episode, joking continuously
like infinity as a concrete material
that may or not have a limit

Beverly Dahlen

from A Reading 11-17


language language it is all made of language. nothing sees it any other way. words and things. “a space beyond words and it is filled with things.” (73)


somehow the writer was a different person writing. the writer did not look like her writing. she may have been fair or dark but that did not perhaps enter her writing. now perhaps there were persons one knew first and then knew their writing later. then there was another person. the person of the writing.

but of course there was the reading also. first one would have been a reader. then one was helpless. then one knew nothing but the writing. as the reader one knew nothing but the writing. then the person disappears. then, and then the writing is all. all there is. then there is nothing but reader, reader of the writing. then we can only wonder at the person who might have been, the someone who was there, now gone, disappeared long ago behind the writing. there, perhaps, once, but that was long ago. the writer may now be gone, dead perhaps. in any case, not there. (86)

Beverly Dahlen

from A Reading 18-20


history repeats, the second time around as farce. the third time’s the charm. marigolds banked on a slope as part of a scientific plan for erosion control. I don’t understand you. read up on it: here’s a booklist.
(9)

compelled

I know this, but fail to comprehend
as usual
the diameter of external circumstances
each layer pressing against the walls of what's possible
head toward the wall, push against it

but how far you can go is another
direction of unknowing
lines marked but
shifting
get to the edge and keep going
unless you need to reverse
and look instead

like when that guy grabs the last bowl of soup
and another guy is starving and we all
understand little about
displacement

when someone is screaming in your ear
filling in the blanks
like meaning
becomes
impossible

do you know how the double standard

works, there are at least 2 things

i don't understand

but you have the cards

each deck layered against

rational reciprocation

do you know that when it is 18% larger

the moon becomes resilient

against whims of selfish aspiration

and I confront your dual concerns

with a complex of painted comforts

unattached

cool...

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those

continuing after

who are funny and stupid

revolving wheel waiting

any clever intention will

do

who are revolving apparently waiting

stupid you are

only an idea as if it mattered

what’s the use

waiting funny there are 3

types crossing

every boundary

who are only clever resolving

to repeat

an infatuation or an infantile

neurosis

repeats

you who are a multiple of 3

waiting funny and stupid

boots stuck in mud

a traumatic tragedy at the age

of 3

stupid boundaries crossing apparently

waiting to break through

or cross over

as if it mattered

circulate dreams realized after

your boots

stupid and neurotic joke infantile laughter

press seams and demarcate

ask who are willing

to

tennessee williams

Expressionism and all other unconventional techniques in drama have only one valid aim, and that is a closer approach to truth. When a play employs unconventional techniques, it is not, or certainly shouldn't be, trying to escape its responsibility of dealing with reality, or interpreting experience, but is actually or should be attempting to find a closer approach, a more penetrating and vivid expression of things as they are. The straight realistic play with its genuine frigidaire and authentic ice cubes, its characters that speak exactly as its audience speaks...has the same virtue of a photographic likeness. Everyone should know nowadays the unimportance of the photographic in art: that truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms than those which were merely present in appearance.

These remarks... have to do with a conception of a new, plastic theater which must take the place of the exhausted theater of realistic conventions if the theater is to resume vitality as a part of our culture.

Tennessee Williams, 1945

tuesday, or

infinitesimal fraction of silence shivers a long drawn space of forgetting, holding this imagined instant seen in a car spinning tires in snow the light in my eyes dust over every flat surface. fraction of a piece of infinity goes on splintering. held quick like mist, each drop of ink a lyric, spaces that dissolve in favor of unmoving time, this broken distance only a shadow of wonder, what might have held fast upon impact.

from HERmione

…I want to sit here sensing this moment that is dawn and morning. A moment and an infinitesimal fraction of a moment and dawn slides into morning like starlight into water. There is a quivering, a slightest infinitesimal shivering. The thing that was is not. (212)

impossible

“In the whole of what’s possible, you’re not missing anything.”
--Laura Wetherington


when the impossible becomes one
and the same vibration
show me
I am this body, turned and judging
missing only the possibility of
symptoms, listing ways in which
a breath, a cough, dust in the air
figures perceptibly like fragile
velcro scratching against yarn
this knitted deafness

I am (this body) under
the pressure of breaking through holes
of mist, part of a parcel
of forgotten worry
strangers meet at the intersection of 3
states, cross each border
and reconsider
symptoms can lead to other than death

when the possible becomes inclined
to ask
a philosophy of circular thinking
redundant emotional clutter
intervenes
smoke figures loosely in this analogy
see lightning, wait for
more undeniable clues
and ignore, like a sore throat
what lies behind eyes of
inclination
circling around the obvious
musical interlude
on repeat

cool Poetry Blog

Lemon Hound

in february

listless antecedent reaching heights
of fancy a gaze splayed through dirty
glass elements of sun disperse gather
dust a silent
ring

i imagined it a voice telling me something in rubble
rumble a bubble of nonsense syllables like a singular
om uttered by 100 voices simultaneously
off key

i heard a voice still repeating polite
affirmations
not unnoticed until cleverly
dismissed
accidentally nonsensical or paralyzed

loss of individual words
word sounds
making sounds like words
fails

i resort to thinking in overtones
heavy breathing
particles linger just away
from

from Slow Love by Dominique Browning

Slow Love