Here's the link for the video recording of Week 4. Forgive the shortness: I'm traveling and a bit too busy, but wanted to get this up for those of you who missed it this final week.
Thank you for taking the time to develop this webinar and offer it up and out to the world! What a pleasure to have participated on the blog and in person. The only frustration I had was not being able to sit in a room, in circle, with all of you an
All, if you like please take a moment to click on this link to see the wonderful quote from Jean Gebser I just posted. It echoes quite nicely the Bringhurst reading for this week.
I wanted to share a beautiful poem that fell upon me last night at a program by the NW Dance Project. Benjamin Wardell is a contemporary dancer who wrote the poem The Clouds Inside. The NW Dance Project took the poem as a platform for one of their da
Week 3: "Technology and the Mythic Poetic Landscape” (Originally aired January 20, 2016)
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In the webinar yesterday I mentioned the term the despotic eye--this is the eye of distance that looks at things/nature and takes their measure. It is the style of techne
Poiesis is is a way of seeing that looks from within things, and speaks from ho
Hi all. In case you don't have a good Internet connection that allows you to stream the video replays, here are Weeks 1 & 2 as downloadable audio Mp3 files.
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Here is the recording for Week 2: "The Dream and the Poem” (Originally aired January 13, 2016)
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I let this writing be with me over the week and found a rush of imagery/affect while sitting by the churning Pacific with my two dogs. A flock of Sanderlings moved past and I was overwhelmed by the movement of the hundreds of legs scampering .... her
In regards to the poem “Dreaming Blackbird” by Brian Michael Tracy
To Brian:
I took your poem for a walk today. Folded paper in my pocket, we tramped in snow down the hill alongside sagebrush and snowberry bush, junipers and fallen timber
Here is a response to the Dreaming Blackbird poem which, when I read it, it reminded me of a recent dream I had of a beakless bird who flew at me and then entered me at my throat.
It was great to be part of this group last week. It was 1 AM for me when we started but certainly worth staying up past my bed time for!! It has been wonderful for me to join the group and to hear everyone share. Soul is a bit shy in t