2011.01.30 19:00 - Poetry as Practice #1

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    The Guardian for this meeting was Calvino Rabeni. The comments are by Calvino Rabeni.
    This is a PlayAsBeing theme session on the topic of Poetry as Practice (the first in a series) sponsored by Hana Furlough and Calvino Rabeni: 

    Hana Furlough: Hi Cal
    Calvino Rabeni: Good evening, Hana :)
    Hana Furlough: Sorry I stepped away for a moment
    Hana Furlough: Well, shall we get started?
    Calvino Rabeni: what's on your mind ...
    Hana Furlough: I love your poem about the joggers
    Hana Furlough: it's very colorful
    Hana Furlough: i like how you hint at the possibility of a novel through verse
    Hana Furlough: that's what i like about it
    Hana Furlough: it presents a million possibilities without exhausting any single one
    Calvino Rabeni: thanks,
    oO0Oo Resident: _/!\_
    Hana Furlough: hello resident
    Calvino Rabeni: the greenbelt was a place where those possibilities seem naturally presented
    Calvino Rabeni: Good eve, O
    Hana Furlough: where is the greenbelt?
    Calvino Rabeni: Behind the house I live in
    Calvino Rabeni: It used to be a railway
    Calvino Rabeni: the man next door was active in a movement called "Rails to Trails"
    Hana Furlough: and now people jog on it?
    Calvino Rabeni: Now it's a park
    Calvino Rabeni: Jogging, walking, commuter biking
    Hana Furlough: very cool
    Hana Furlough: the old funicular tracks here in kyoto are also now a walking path
    Calvino Rabeni: For the log reader: http://wiki.playasbeing.org/Classes_and_Sessions/Theme_Sessions/Poetry_as_Practice/Selected_Poems/Calvino%27s_Words#joggers
    Calvino Rabeni: You're in Kyoto for a while?
    Hana Furlough: yes, i'm researching my dissertation here
    Calvino Rabeni smiles

    Hana Furlough: so did you bring a poem to share today?
    Calvino Rabeni: I have some ... how about you, Hana and 0?
    Hana Furlough: i have at least one
    Hana Furlough: :)
    oO0Oo Resident: I might be able to find something :)
    Hana Furlough: great
    oO0Oo Resident: 'Joggers' .... nice Cal
    Calvino Rabeni: ty
    Hana Furlough: shall we start by talking a little but about poetry as practice?
    oO0Oo Resident: OK
    Calvino Rabeni: sure Hana
    Hana Furlough: cal and i have talked about this a bit before
    oO0Oo Resident: Who is that guy... Cal? I think I've seen him before.
    Hana Furlough: i'm not so familiar with the western traditions, but in east asia there is a long tradition of viewing poetry as a Way
    oO0Oo Resident: ;)
    oO0Oo Resident: let's go down that path Hana
    Hana Furlough: one aspect that dovetails nicely with the idea behind PaB is the notion of overcoming the usual subject-object split through the poetic act
    Hana Furlough: smiles at o
    Hana Furlough: :)
    oO0Oo Resident: (::)
    Calvino Rabeni: The idea of a Way means a lot in Japan, doesn't it ?
    Hana Furlough: absolutely
    Hana Furlough: there are many Ways, but I feel like the spirit is the same
    Hana Furlough: is it like that with the martial arts, Cal?
    Calvino Rabeni: I believe it is
    Calvino Rabeni: There's an idea of throwing oneself into the Art of it
    Hana Furlough: interesting
    Hana Furlough: can you say a bit more about that?
    Calvino Rabeni: the experience is defined and developed by participation - by doing it
    Calvino Rabeni: there's an internal and an external aspect to the art
    Calvino Rabeni: the external are the forms and patterns that can be observed and imitated
    Hana Furlough: yes!
    Calvino Rabeni: the internal is the experience of it ... something that can be developed and deepened over time, that is formless but can be developed through practice
    Calvino Rabeni: the spirit of it
    Hana Furlough: it's really the same in traditional japanese poetry
    oO0Oo Resident: less division between secular and sacred comes to mind
    Calvino Rabeni: no division
    Hana Furlough: precisely, oO0
    Hana Furlough: it's to see that the Way is in all things
    Hana Furlough: i think jazz is a lot like that, as well
    Hana Furlough: practice is essential, as is minding the rules
    oO0Oo Resident: samurai jazz
    Hana Furlough: but there is also a spirit of ingenuity and flowing that comes highly valued
    Hana Furlough: haha sure
    Calvino Rabeni: I like the portrayal of the cultivated samurai as a master of other arts in addition to the sword
    Calvino Rabeni: poetry and brush painting perhaps
    Hana Furlough: right
    Hana Furlough: that certainly seems to have been the case
    oO0Oo Resident: yes

    oO0Oo Resident: broad, and as Hana says, ingenious
    Calvino Rabeni: and that aesthetic sense was regarded as necessary for ability in all areas
    Calvino Rabeni: because of the realization that mind and world are one .. and can't be compartmentalized
    Hana Furlough: aesthetics was integral to swordsmanship, too, no?
    Calvino Rabeni: yes
    Hana Furlough: yes!
    Hana Furlough: in that sense, i see poetry as a Way of connecting to the world
    Hana Furlough: of realizing that unity
    Calvino Rabeni: Yes!
    Calvino Rabeni: so when I started practicing, at first I was puzzled by that idea - "do it with your whole self"
    Hana Furlough: yeah that is a difficult notion to grasp a hold of
    Calvino Rabeni: And there's also in interesting idea .. that Arts present something - when they are getting "good" - that is utterly individual and yet universal
    Calvino Rabeni: a particular poem can have a very unique "power"
    Hana Furlough: exactly -- something that can connect artist and reader
    Calvino Rabeni: and yet there's a "taste" behind it
    Hana Furlough: something that can replicate and communicate that experience
    Hana Furlough: that feeling
    Calvino Rabeni: Yes
    Calvino Rabeni: A poem might be "about" something ... say sound, or the act of speaking
    Calvino Rabeni: but really, it is demonstrating the presence of mind and world
    Calvino Rabeni: through that particularity
    Hana Furlough: agreed entirely
    oO0Oo Resident: sword of infinite sharpness... letting the direct dance with non-duality cut, and cut ones experience again and again (inner) while making tea, caligraphing, arranging flowers, diving and rolling, etc... poetry
    Hana Furlough: the unity of subject and object
    Calvino Rabeni: the aesthetic sense is a broad and unifying sense - a mode of perception - much more than assessing objects
    Hana Furlough: well said
    oO0Oo Resident: harmonising reletive world
    Calvino Rabeni: a direct experiential access through subtle and holistic feeling to a whole situation of the world
    Hana Furlough: it is to honor them and to put ourselves into right relation with the universe
    oO0Oo Resident: connecting heaven and earth
    Hana Furlough: : )
    Calvino Rabeni: I like poems that are also about poetry and presence
    Calvino Rabeni: there are a lot of them in many traditions and styles
    Hana Furlough: can you give us an example?
    Calvino Rabeni: Here is one by Rilke

    Here Is the Time for Telling

    Here is the time for telling.
    Here is its home.
    Speak and make known:
    More and more the things we could experience
    are lost to us,
    banished by our failure to imagine them.
    Old definitions, which once set limits to our living,
    break apart like dried crusts.

    Calvino Rabeni: This one is short and beautiful
    Hana Furlough: very very nice
    Calvino Rabeni: Its like a brief description of "Poetry as Practice"
    Calvino Rabeni: it invites one into the present moment
    oO0Oo Resident: yes nice
    Hana Furlough: and invites us out of old concepts
    Calvino Rabeni: and refers something happening in the mind of the poet, a reflection of the experience of practicing poetry
    Hana Furlough: indeed
    oO0Oo Resident: sitting with a notebook, watching joggers perhaps.... and noticing the mind
    Calvino Rabeni: watching the relationship of mind and world

    Hana Furlough: speaking of an invitation into the present, here's a poem written by Masaoka Shiki at the ancient Horyuji temple in 1895:

    When I bite into a persimmon,
    the bell tolls
    Horyuji temple

    oO0Oo Resident: :)
    Calvino Rabeni: short and sweet .. surprising and fresh
    oO0Oo Resident: short and all encompassing
    Hana Furlough: i love the way it feels
    Hana Furlough: it suggests a moment and eternity, this sundown, this fall
    Hana Furlough: then as now
    Hana Furlough: fleeting and everlasting
    Calvino Rabeni: sacredness in the experience of sensuality
    Hana Furlough: yes exactly

    oO0Oo Resident: "i love the way it feels [19:44] Hana Furlough: it suggests a moment and eternity, this sundown, this fall [19:44] Hana Furlough: then as now [19:44] Hana Furlough: fleeting and everlasting"
    Hana Furlough: hello susan
    Calvino Rabeni smiles.. welcome Susan good to see you
    Susan Aloix: waits for the 90 secs before sending this..........breathhsss...:) greetings all....Hi Hana...thanks Cal..and you :) Hi samuo :)
    oO0Oo Resident: :) Susan
    Calvino Rabeni: There is a power that I associate with the idea of poetry
    Calvino Rabeni: which is the ability to bring something into presence in the moment
    Susan Aloix: Hi Ewan :)
    Ewan Bonham: Hi Folks..:)
    Calvino Rabeni: Good evening Ewan
    Hana Furlough: hello ewan!
    Hana Furlough: yes
    oO0Oo Resident: Hi Evan. Be prescent with us. :)
    oO0Oo Resident: Ewan*
    Calvino Rabeni: The presence experience is freshened for the person reading / seeing the Art also
    Calvino Rabeni: Like biting into the persimmon
    Hana Furlough: : )
    Hana Furlough: i can taste that persimmon now...
    oO0Oo Resident: eyes water
    Susan Aloix: lol Samuo
    Hana Furlough: does anyone else have a poem they want to share?
    Susan Aloix: pulls out one....
    Hana Furlough: :)
    Calvino Rabeni: I have another, but I'll wait my turn :)
    Susan Aloix: no no please go Cal if you dont mind...
    oO0Oo Resident nods
    Calvino Rabeni: Sure ..,
    Calvino Rabeni: Another by Rilke .. this one called Bell

    Bell Sound, no longer defined by our hearing.
    As though the tone that encircles us
    were space itself expanding.

    Hana Furlough: Ahhh it goes so nice with the Shiki, Cal!
    Calvino Rabeni: yes :)
    Calvino Rabeni: this one gives me the shivers
    Hana Furlough: I can see why
    Susan Aloix: oh wow that bell is encircling my brain as i hear it that way
    Calvino Rabeni: it recalls a direct experience and a different state of consciousness
    oO0Oo Resident feels bell jangling spine
    Hana Furlough: and the feeling of a bell resonating through one's body
    Susan Aloix: indeed
    Calvino Rabeni: my body responds with spaciousness
    Hana Furlough: yes
    Hana Furlough: mimicking the bell
    Hana Furlough: following its lead
    Hana Furlough: in the dance
    Calvino Rabeni: and it plops you down into a certain point in a process of experience
    Calvino Rabeni: and in doing so opens up the experiencer
    Hana Furlough: yes
    Hana Furlough: a very large process and experience
    Susan Aloix: amazing how impacting it is....its so simple
    oO0Oo Resident: I've got one, but it's a bit longer
    Hana Furlough: that's fine
    Hana Furlough: let's read it : )
    oO0Oo Resident:

    by Mary Oliver

    Every day
    I see or hear
    that more or less

    kills me
    with delight,
    that leaves me
    like a needle

    in the haystack
    of light.
    It was what I was born for -
    to look, to listen,

    to lose myself
    inside this soft world -
    to instruct myself
    over and over

    in joy,
    and acclamation.
    Nor am I talking
    about the exceptional,

    the fearful, the dreadful,
    the very extravagant -
    but of the ordinary,
    the common, the very drab,

    the daily presentations.
    Oh, good scholar,
    I say to myself,
    how can you help

    but grow wise
    with such teachings
    as these -
    the untrimmable light

    of the world,
    the ocean's shine,
    the prayers that are made
    out of grass?

    Mindful, by Mary Oliver (Why I Wake Early, 2004) http://mindfulheart.blogspot.com/2009/03/mindful-by-mary-oliver.html
    Susan Aloix: mmmm samuo
    Hana Furlough: i love her poetic persona
    Hana Furlough: she epitomizes appreciation
    Ewan Bonham: In the seemingly little things..:)
    Hana Furlough: yes
    Hana Furlough: reminding us that the magic is in the details
    Calvino Rabeni: Appreciation is a powerful gateway to reality ... a familiar idea to Play as Being
    Calvino Rabeni: and the poet really can practice that
    Hana Furlough: that's what i like about the idea of poetry as practice
    Hana Furlough: it is active appreciation

    Hana Furlough: a conversation with the cosmos
    Ewan Bonham: Yes, and in our own special way...like wrapping your arms around a concept..:0
    oO0Oo Resident: we are invited to see
    oO0Oo Resident: lost in translation sometimes
    Hana Furlough: but more often than not, found
    Hana Furlough: present
    Calvino Rabeni: one of the motivations of doing poetry is to bring the reality back into the concepts
    Calvino Rabeni: its like "having something to say" as a motivation
    Calvino Rabeni: but actually - having something to experience
    oO0Oo Resident: yes, and bravery to experience
    Hana Furlough: do you mean like a way of getting in touch?
    Calvino Rabeni: A fascination with getting at some very particular sense of being in the world
    Calvino Rabeni: I agree 0, bravery plays a part
    Hana Furlough: yes, indeed
    Hana Furlough: it's scary to open up and express like that
    Susan Aloix: yeah........the disolving of the subject/object split....much closer to lived experience
    Calvino Rabeni: or to realize and struggle with what seems to hold one back
    Hana Furlough: yes
    oO0Oo Resident: much closer to true love
    Hana Furlough: : )
    Calvino Rabeni: reading / listening to poetry is like opening to nature ...
    Calvino Rabeni: it takes a willingness to be present to it - once again
    oO0Oo Resident: nature's voice
    Calvino Rabeni: then the poem is a transmission
    Hana Furlough: yes, indeed
    Susan Aloix: yeah ...but not just *nature* but the intimate relationship of nature to the writer....the uniqueness of that conenction and yet the shared experience of it
    Calvino Rabeni: one feels a meeting there - meeting another
    Hana Furlough: regretfully, i must run now
    oO0Oo Resident: yes, the 'way' Susan
    Hana Furlough: maybe next time, we can try a little group practice?
    Ewan Bonham: Bye Hana
    Hana Furlough: thank you all for all the inspiration!
    Hana Furlough: until next time!
    Calvino Rabeni: Yes, let's do that
    oO0Oo Resident: OK np, ty Hana
    Ewan Bonham: Nods
    Calvino Rabeni: Does anyone have something they would like to share?
    Susan Aloix: Rilke's bell has a beingness to it.....that bell dances for the poet...and each reader has their own bell
    Calvino Rabeni: they must have their own bell to have a shared bell
    Susan Aloix: ohhh ok...bye Hana...sorry i got here late....be well
    Ewan Bonham: And each reader can place some emphasis on certain words...and even skip othere..
    Ewan Bonham: Each reader makes theor own sense...much as in any experience..
    oO0Oo Resident: the waves talk to the ocean
    Ewan Bonham: Yet...the poetry allows me to focus and dance with the words..:)
    Susan Aloix: yes ewan.....its generosity in that way is different from the novel for instance....it lets the reader dance with it
    Calvino Rabeni: The short story invites one into its sitting room
    Susan Aloix: yes cal
    Ewan Bonham: smile, Susan..
    Susan Aloix: < has a poem..
    Calvino Rabeni: Great, Susan
    Susan Aloix:

    John Keats, 1884
    Ode to Autumn

    Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
    Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
    Conspiring with him how to load and bless
    With fruit the vines[10] that round the thatch-eaves run;
    To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
    And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
    With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
    And still more, later flowers for the bees,
    Until they think warm days will never cease,
    For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

    Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
    Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
    Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
    Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
    Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
    Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
    Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
    And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
    Steady thy laden head across a brook;
    Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
    Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

    Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
    Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
    While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
    And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
    Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
    Among the river sallows, borne aloft
    Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
    And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
    Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
    The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
    And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

    Calvino Rabeni: For the log: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Autumn

    Calvino Rabeni: Poetry takes time to savour -- teaches me to do that for other things
    Ewan Bonham: nods...Cal
    Susan Aloix: yeah still reading the last stanza
    oO0Oo Resident: and savour is such a good choice of word for such a rich poem
    Susan Aloix: indeed
    oO0Oo Resident: ty Susan.... mmmm feel dolloped in honey Could be called Ode to Shiva marvelous
    Susan Aloix: it is giddying the amount of abundance he floods your senses with...like summer has a relentless fertility
    Calvino Rabeni: Like writing ... a discipline if you will, that takes courage - to encounter an unknown poem, give it a generous place within oneself to open up, not knowing quite what it will become
    Susan Aloix: smiles....nice Samuo.......laughing about the dolloped in honey .....its soo rich.....and i like the ode to shiva idea.....:)
    Susan Aloix: yes cal...its like meeting as new person......opening up to it
    oO0Oo Resident: opening fully, and still... nothing to hold on to
    oO0Oo Resident: poetry expresses that poignancy
    oO0Oo Resident: fully alive
    Calvino Rabeni: :) Susan, that's the same isn't it?
    Susan Aloix: yeah.....Keats indulges himself fully to the moment...and is so conscious of the delights and the mourning in change...(seen in seasons changing)
    Ewan Bonham: His descriptors include movements and actions where we may not think of them..
    Calvino Rabeni: Sometimes poetry has the poignancy of reaching toward that connection ...
    Calvino Rabeni: (from Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality)

    There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
    The earth, and every common sight,
    To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light,
    The glory and the freshness of a dream.
    It is not now as it hath been of yore;
    Turn wheresoe'er I may,
    By night or day,
    The things which I have seen I now can see no more

    Calvino Rabeni: This is a challenge to the reader to do more than be resigned to a state of nostalgia
    Ewan Bonham: And...seems to draw connections amonst the parts of nature..:)
    Calvino Rabeni: btw that last stanza was Wordsworth - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ode:_Intimations_of_Immortality
    Susan Aloix: (nods ewan...love how nature informs us about change..potentially nutures us..and the poet can mine that nurturing source)
    Susan Aloix: reads cals post
    oO0Oo Resident: lineage
    Ewan Bonham: nod Susan
    oO0Oo Resident: Bumper sticker: LINEAGE: Be a Part of It
    Ewan Bonham: smile
    oO0Oo Resident:

    where there is still a bell
    there I will dwell

    Susan Aloix: :) did you just write that samuo?
    oO0Oo Resident: yup
    Calvino Rabeni: smiles
    Susan Aloix: lol thats gorgeous
    Calvino Rabeni: it is
    oO0Oo Resident: takes one to know one
    oO0Oo Resident: and ty
    Calvino Rabeni: the rhythm and sound - voice - music in it is exquisite
    Calvino Rabeni: it's fun to say
    Susan Aloix: sorry to throw such a big one as keats.....poetry is kinda demanding ...
    Calvino Rabeni: hehe
    Calvino Rabeni: I think it's good to be gentle with oneself
    Calvino Rabeni: as the reader
    Ewan Bonham: Yes, we are all practicing...:)
    Calvino Rabeni: at least until some "muscles" are built up?
    oO0Oo Resident: play as practicing alone... together

    Susan Aloix: yeah you're right.....i'm thrown emails full of a friends poetry for feedback...i put the task off all the time....but when i say *right i'm reading it*...my gawd its lovely......you're thrown into another world.....reminded of sweet taste of wisdom and the healing in them.....
    Calvino Rabeni: Somehow it becomes a production, doesn't it ...
    Ewan Bonham: Friends...I will excuse myself...and say good night..:)
    Calvino Rabeni: Good night, Ewan
    Susan Aloix: Goodnight Ewan. Lovely to see you. bye for now???
    Ewan Bonham: Thanky you and i will be back..:)
    Calvino Rabeni waves
    oO0Oo Resident: _/!\_ Ewan. ty for your wonderful presence
    Susan Aloix: < would it be greedy to ask for more Rilke?
    Calvino Rabeni: Yes,
    Susan Aloix: lol
    Calvino Rabeni: can I share one by Collins first?
    Susan Aloix: please do
    Calvino Rabeni: Humor at the way poetry is approached

    Introduction to Poetry
    by Billy Collins

    I ask them to take a poem
    and hold it up to the light
    like a color slide

    or press an ear against its hive.

    I say drop a mouse into a poem
    and watch him probe his way out,

    or walk inside the poem's room
    and feel the walls for a light switch.

    I want them to waterski
    across the surface of a poem
    waving at the author's name on the shore.

    But all they want to do
    is tie the poem to a chair with rope
    and torture a confession out of it.

    They begin beating it with a hose
    to find out what it really means.

    Calvino Rabeni:  http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20177

    That link also has a sidebar with a good list of "Poems About Poetry".

    Susan Aloix: lovely
    oO0Oo Resident: the imaginary line between East and West
    Susan Aloix: yeah Samuo
    Calvino Rabeni: What I like there is the poet showing the reader how to choose among lots of different ways to appreciate the poem
    Calvino Rabeni: that is bringing creativity into Play
    oO0Oo Resident: good parental approach too
    Susan Aloix: nice one samuo
    Calvino Rabeni: yes, it's instructive
    oO0Oo Resident: and celebratory
    Calvino Rabeni: and written for a certain group of readers
    Calvino Rabeni: I do like Rilke
    oO0Oo Resident smiles at Calvino rabeni
    Calvino Rabeni: Happily I've found some gems or flowers in his huge body of work
    Calvino Rabeni: I think you'll like this one
    Susan Aloix: yay
    oO0Oo Resident: yay
    Susan Aloix: lol
    Calvino Rabeni:

    Bodily Delight
    by R. M. Rilke

    If only people could perceive the mystery in all life, down to the smallest thing, and open themselves to it instead of taking it for granted. If only they could revere its abundance which is undividedly both material and spiritual. For the mind's creation springs from the physical, is of one nature with it and only a lighter, more enraptured recapturing of bodily delight.

    Susan Aloix: and only a lighter, more enraptured recapturing of bodily delight. < wow
    oO0Oo Resident: Nice Cal
    oO0Oo Resident: poetry really takes the lid off
    Calvino Rabeni: :)
    Calvino Rabeni: Or opens the door to other worlds
    oO0Oo Resident: mhmm
    Calvino Rabeni: I like the poems that INVITE one into an experience
    Calvino Rabeni: although I may be challenged to accept the invitation and go through the door
    Calvino Rabeni: Poems stand at thresholds
    Calvino Rabeni: And maybe
    Calvino Rabeni: an important question is
    Calvino Rabeni: "Where do I want to go"
    Susan Aloix: you sense a choice/ invitation? my mind goes there. How am i missing the choice point? lol
    oO0Oo Resident: said the wave to the seagull... one nice thing is how first reading at some time, and second reading years later, can reveal the invitation that was not seen at first

    Susan Aloix: wonderful points cal and samuo
    oO0Oo Resident: and you Susan...wonderful just because
    Calvino Rabeni: That last Rilke quote was mostly descriptive ... "about" a possibility more than offering the actual possibility in the moment
    Calvino Rabeni: Here's one that has more "invitation"

    by R.M. Rilke

    Whoever you may be: step into the evening.
    Step out of the room where everything is known.
    Whoever you are,
    your house is the last before the far-off.
    With your eyes, which are almost too tired
    to free themselves from the familiar,
    you slowly take one black tree
    and set it against the sky: slender, alone.
    And you have made a world.
    It is big
    and like a word, still ripening in silence.
    And though your mind would fabricate its meaning,
    your eyes tenderly let go of what they see.

    oO0Oo Resident: I love that
    Susan Aloix: ( ty samuo :)...and sometimes i lose the reading i had years ago....which is kinda felt as a loss perhaps . But equally an excitment about the re-connection with a poem.....((sees morrrre Rilke from cal...reads)
    oO0Oo Resident thinks: Wow!
    Susan Aloix: oh yeah thats stunning cal
    Calvino Rabeni: (reading it again)
    Calvino Rabeni: these sometimes tap a deep well
    Susan Aloix: yeah......so well said *tap a deep well*
    oO0Oo Resident: image comes to mind... perhaps not so deep as the poem
    Susan Aloix: wants to hear it
    Calvino Rabeni: I like to return to the lines that really stood out for me
    Calvino Rabeni: "With your eyes, which are almost too tired"
    Susan Aloix: love this line - With your eyes, which are almost too tired to free themselves from the familiar,
    Calvino Rabeni: Yesss
    Calvino Rabeni: which says so much .. "almost" is wonderful ..
    Calvino Rabeni: that's the one :)
    Susan Aloix: oh wow lol
    Calvino Rabeni: because it takes one to an edge of feeling ... and has the knowing one will go beyond
    Calvino Rabeni: Say more, o?
    oO0Oo Resident: toward the end of Miyazaki's 'Spirited Away', the visuals and soundtrack of the trainride through the water... the vast vistas, the magic
    oO0Oo Resident: just the feeling at the end of a heroic journey, having been brave, having tamed the enemies....
    Susan Aloix: being transported away from the fimiliar
    oO0Oo Resident: Miyazaki is a great poet
    Calvino Rabeni: I wish I had that on tap to view it though your impression of it
    Susan Aloix: never saw it Samuo....i must get it out
    oO0Oo Resident: you'll hear the bell, if you ever see it... I hope
    Calvino Rabeni: It's a story about a journey to the underworld and a return
    Susan Aloix: smiles

    oO0Oo Resident thinks Cal would enjoy 'Princess Mononoke' also
    Susan Aloix: yeah the wizzard of oz type theme...the journey away from the familiar and into the unknown......we have fewer opportunities to visit the unfamiliar...no wonder people in the their twenties are attraction to the altered states of drugs.......there is insufficient support to go travelling with ones person into the unknown.....in a meaningful way
    Calvino Rabeni: I think I saw that too .. quite a while ago. both great
    oO0Oo Resident: yes Susan
    oO0Oo Resident: which direction shall we go in?
    Calvino Rabeni: Would you mind if I closed the session now ...? It's been a full two hours ...
    Calvino Rabeni: You're welcome to stay of course
    oO0Oo Resident: let's give them some other avenues
    Susan Aloix: would i like princess mononoke too samuo?
    oO0Oo Resident: YES!
    Susan Aloix: yes samuo
    oO0Oo Resident: np Cal
    Susan Aloix: okay cool ty
    Calvino Rabeni: let us remember that
    oO0Oo Resident: appreciate that the editing of these logs could be quite a task ;)
    Susan Aloix: lol
    Calvino Rabeni: not bad, sam, I get in a rhythm
    oO0Oo Resident: I learned here, that links might be more helpful
    Susan Aloix: ohh nods...good thing to remember...links
    Calvino Rabeni: this is a mixed medium... the chat later becoming a text
    Susan Aloix: < is very glad i made it the poetry group cal. Thanks to you and Hana for making it happen. I will need to get going in a moment.....
    Calvino Rabeni: Same here, actually
    oO0Oo Resident: me too
    Calvino Rabeni: we will have more on this Theme ... stay tuned for time / place
    oO0Oo Resident: ty all for a wonderful invitation, into the invitation
    Susan Aloix: Nods. Thank you both for the stimulating and nurturing session on poems....appreciated
    Susan Aloix: nice samuo
    Susan Aloix: okay Cal. I was lucky to make it to this one. I hope I can to the next one. Highly recommended
    Calvino Rabeni smiles ... thanks for your contributions and presence
    Calvino Rabeni: I'll enjoy editing :)
    Susan Aloix: A pleasure.
    oO0Oo Resident: _/!\_
    Susan Aloix: Namaste
    Calvino Rabeni: Fly well Susan and oO0Oo
    Calvino Rabeni: _/!\_
    Calvino Rabeni: Bye !

    The Rilke quotes are from a very nice translation and selection by Joanna Macy:
    A Year With Rilke http://www.amazon.com/Year-Rilke-Daily-Readings-Rainer/dp/006185400X

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