Seventeen cups poured
warm into an earthen pot
Drunk. Absorbed. Poured back
Lyric feeding leaf
Itki's hyphae kinning us
muscle to mushroom
BARDIC TRAILS ... If you missed the Bardic Trails where I got to read for a bit along with our Talking Gourds audience, you can access it HERE.
You will need this Passcode to access the zoom site: B@rdicFeb1
LINDA HOGAN ... If you missed the Telluride Institute's Indigenous program's presentation of poetry and discussion with this Indigenous writer and animal activist, you can watch it HERE
Craig Childs noted on his FB page: "Wonderful to hear Linda Hogan reading her poetry, and musing about how rocks are alive; she’s heard them call her name. When I asked if rocks are sentient, she said of course, as if nothing were more obvious. Linda talked about being a warrior and how her people, Chickasaw, traditionally have a war chief and a peace chief, making me think how much we could use a Department of Peace in this country, in our counties, families, in ourselves. Anything she writes, find it, read it, life will be better for it."
Here's some other comments in the Chat Box from Hogan's Zoom:
Celeste Labadie
She’s amazing! Rocks have spoken to me as well. (And to you too).
Jeanne Treadway
John Kasich actually had the idea (Department of Peace) mapped out and ready to implement if he won the presidential election.
Luis Alberto Urrea
Love her.
Amber Dawn Strong
about twenty years ago, when Barnes and Noble built in Flagstaff , there were people protesting the corporate book store coming in. Now they're closing down . The people working there said it was due to too much competition from Amazon. Across the street, at Bookman's, it was quite busy, lots off shoppers and coffee sippers. Amelia found her anime books and Mort found some old USGS maps
Michael Kannard
Yes. It was a very interesting talk. Had to laugh when she misunderstood you, thinking you wanted her to send you her rock collection
Laura Kamala
Way back when in Moab, if you wanted to subscribe to the Stinking Desert Gazette, you had to check the box that said, “Yes, I believe the rocks are alive!”
David Gessner
Linda's class thirty years ago is, more than anything else, what led me to writing about birds. I wrote about it in the Thoreau book: “Pick an animal. Any animal.”
The words came, not from a magician, but from Linda Hogan, my teacher in a creative writing class at the University of Colorado.
I picked a common enough animal, a great blue heron, and following Hogan’s assignment, spent two weeks watching it, sketching it, taking notes on its movements. And…and, how to put this? Well, it changed everything. The assignment had seemed straightforward, dull. But it turned out to be anything but. It turned out to be thrilling.
Ellen Metrick
That was a wonder-full, meditative evening with a well-lit being. Many well-lit beings! I loved the sentience of rocks, too, and star stories, and the knowing of whales, the yearnings of dolphins.
If you like your haiku funny, check out the Robert Report's latest from the New Yorker HERE
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