This is pure and powerful, Doug. The feeling is so strong in these well
chosen words. Thank you. Grief in that sense of past tense, yet the
recognition of something wonderful, specific.
Sheila
On Tue, Jan 21, 2020 at 11:38 AM Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]>
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> the word for world
> was forest
> jungle desert
> high mountain ranges
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> words for worlds
> lost
> to fire ran
> wind pulled down
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> the natural the constructions
> in around
> what buried possibilities
> now gone going up in flames
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> Douglas Barbour
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> https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/
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> Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuations
> 2 (UofAPress).
> Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
> Listen. If (UofAPress):
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> Done in by creation itself.
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> I mean the gods. Not us. Well us too.
> The gods moved into books. Who wrote the books?
> We wrote the books. In whose dream, then are we dreaming?
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