Writing, we invoke…

Writing we invoke. If it is ever to be anything more than a display of cleverness, writing is an act of prayer. We seek out; we ask for; we hope to receive something from beyond what we think. What we think we know.

From Chaos and Cry

Originally posted on Desperado Philosophy:
This past week, we have been mulling a question asked way back in the 1970s by Hans-Georg Gadamer, a question that still hangs heavily in the air above our heads all these years later: Are the Poets Falling Silent? With Gadamer, each word always carries its own complex ring; the…

On Responsibility

Another post I’d like to recommend. On Responsibility from cricket7642. My friend shared a memory with me, from years ago, of a doctor she once met. Something he had said at the time has stayed with her all these years: people, he reflected, talk about their rights and responsibilities, but really “we have only responsibilities.” Wonderful

300th Post, Horizons of Significance

This is the three hundredth post on Horizons of Significance. Milestones encourage us to look backwards. We look at a span of time as having had a beginning, if not also an end, at least a comparison of that beginning with the present moment. What you see, looking at this screen are two identical images,

All of our myths

It strikes me that today all of our publicly accepted myths are propped up and support profit, for someone, some entity, institution or other. As we fear the commodification of everything, everything, as can be found in the stories we turn to to give our lives meaning, has already been commodified. All the bluster that

Pattern Which Connects, Finding Community

One reason things have been a little slow here in the past few weeks has been the work involved editing this conversation with Jeppe Dyrendom Graugaard. It is now up on his site: Pattern Which Connects. Here is his introduction:

Taking a breath…

After a week out of town and still recovering from a cold caught in that time away from my customary relative isolation, I’m still not ready to write anything substantive here. This post is just to let you know this blog is not down, only temporarily awaiting fresh energies. I actually welcome these times –

Conclusions

Dialogue is an opportunity to proceed as climbers do. We are tied together and are able to alternately anchor each other as we move into precarious territory. We can rely on each other to warn us of dangers beyond our own views. Within dialogue we can go where it is impossible to go any other

One more cross-post: Write without disappointment

A continuation, building on yesterday’s post, further meditations on writing. I’ve written about the role of disappointment in my own life and the way understanding this was the key to breaking free of anxiety. In a recent conversation on writing I was brought to the point of considering how an attitude with or without disappointment

A cross-post: A conversation on Fiction, or a fictional conversation…

Have you ever wished, after a good long talk, you had thought to record it? There’s a specific quality to the way we express ourselves in conversation, to the spacing and timing of what gets said, when, and how. In fiction it is always a wonder to read a conversation and have it ring true.

“Fishing in the Swamp,” a cross-post from Antonio Dias Fiction

This post, at The Living Notebook gave me the title and the impetus to write on this subject here. The line comes from Hemingway and TLN – I’m sorry, but the blog appears to be anonymous and I don’t have the writer’s name… – uses it to weave a connection between two approaches to writing.

Staying in the Drama…

Whew, I’ve spent years thinking what synchronicity might really mean. It is an interesting topic, but difficult to discuss, as language is structured on something like causality. Poetry, maybe… Getting the outside and inside to resonate synchronously: making the outside like the inside and inside like the outside. This actually, is what is irking me