November 7th, 2007

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Perseverance -

A saint is a sinner that didn't give up.

    Therese of Avila

Many quotes seem to be on exactly that subject, so it seems important to persevere with joy and vitality, so here is a day for that. 

I also note as I do this computer change how many files I have that have not been looked at in years.  They coincide with stuffed file drawers.  I think it may be time to see what is here and decide if it is something that needs perseverance, or perhaps, a journey to recycling land, which may be a form of reincarnation for words.

Happy Day!!

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Jane's Poem of the Morning!

Now you lay me down to sleep.
I fix the now with paper words
other words float by like clouds.
Do you need me to hold this word for you?
Bear with me
if I refuse.
I don’t care about being right
I once did.
Now I want to see the seen
with judgment in the balance
as it was before all words.

    - Jane Flint

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My Morning Poem!!

Eat Meat


My desktop display is autumn leaves,

Golden flakes letting go,

Precursors of snow.


I dream of bears and their need for meat.

“Eat meat,” I hear them say,

Ancestor spirits, guides.


At first, I interpret their words as a literal need

to awaken my teeth,

open each one to tear, grind, chew,

but then, Bear reaches with warm, furry arms,




        “Nest where power brews.


            Draw in to the cave of simmered strength.


Let jaw stand for truth,


where living is honored as stew.”



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A friend went to a talk by Michael Kimmelman last night.  He is the chief art critic for the NYT.   She says he talked about art as "rediscovering the sense of wonderment we felt as children."   He broadened the definition of art.

 "Enjoying a beautiful leaf is art."

Ah!!   Awe!!   It should not be difficult for each one of us to find a beautiful leaf to enjoy today, or two, or three.

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in the body -

I have been reading Jon Krakauer's book Into Thin Air. 

I resonate to this quote by Harold Brodkey in "Manipulations."  I suppose one could argue with him that an enlightened being can observe past events with detachment, but, for most of us, there is likely to be a change in the beat of our heart.

    I distrust summaries, any kind of gliding through time, any too great a claim that one is in control of what one recounts; I think someone who claims to understand but is obviously calm, someone who claims to write with emotion recollected in tranquility, is a fool and a liar.  To understand is to tremble.  To recollect is to re-enter and be riven.   I admire the authority of being on one's knees in front of the event.

    - Harold Brodkey.