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I love a good story of intrepid adventure but it smacks of bragging to tell. What is the ethos where you live? Do you subscribe to “don’t brag, don’t whimper”?
Have we really imagined a universe with our own town or city as a centre. What kind of universe has Olney as its center? And what might I find in a universe that has New York, or Mumbai, or Beijing, or Lagos as its center?
How can we deny the lens of the place we live? Do we not deny ourselves?
Could it be that our lives are the poetry of place?
Even if we are unaware of writing its poems?
My, hasn’t work, and the theory of work, changed since the 70’s. Well so it should but strangely psychologists and work theorists didn’t expect work to change. So our theories didn’t put change at their very core.
Funnily, the theory has become simpler as work has become more turbulent. Simple, but, young or old, you will have to let go of old ideas.
Being more of an IT person than a poet, I look to the mechanics of poetry to understand its possibility.
Here are some very useful notes I made from Professor Rother’s blog. They put the work of William Carlos William in context of poetry of the 21st century (rather than his time 20th century) and ideas of chaos, complexity and emergence
I’ve just discovered this Russian poem (in translation). “Having dropped an urn with water, a maiden shattered it against a cliff.”
It seems so apt in times when changes may be unwelcome.