For the project titled C is for Ocean, the student will, to the best of their ability, cultivate a meaningful relationship with a local First Nation (otherwise known as a “tribe”) and attempt to access an elevated level of consciousness as experienced by indigenous wisemen, or what many in Western society have come to refer to as “shamans.” The student will immerse himself in this “otherworld” to both understand and explain the essence of this state of consciousness. As many would describe this place as the world from which metaphor derives, it follows that only a metaphor can aptly describe the nature of this experience. In essence, the student will dive in to the sea of consciousness and, in the words of Robert Bringhurst, “come back speaking poetry.”
ABCs and 123s – weekly log and field notes
- C- week one log January 23, 2013 doodkjddidododododo week wun is dun
Bachelardian Reverie
- C- reverie 4, week 8 March 3, 2013 Prompt: p 189 “If there are ‘gorges’ (French = ‘throats’) in the mountains, isn’t it because the wind, long ago, spoke there?” In Bachelard’s understanding of poetry, a “light delirium ...
- C- Reverie 3, week 7 March 3, 2013 Prompt: pp 139, 141 Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie: “When I read this line by Edmond Vandercammen: ‘My childhood goes back to that wheaten bread,’ an ...
- C- Reverie #2 March 3, 2013 Prompt: pp 88, 93 Create your own reverie in response to Bachelard’s reverie: “Reveries of idealization develop, not by letting oneself be taken in by memories, but by constantly dreaming ...
- C- First Reverie March 3, 2013 Prompt: pp 38-39, 47 Create your own reverie on the engendering of words in response to Bachelard’s reverie: “Look out for the flamboires, little girl! Look out for the flambettes, ...
Poetry
- Writing (my first long poem, in some ways also my ACTUAL first language poem) Writing Writing, writing I know not showing only what I’ve bought Make me fancy, make me fine, words only mask what we forgot. Tell me what the beauty sees– but restricted Never-ending story told, the Passion only felt How do ...
- my first language poem A faded day in my head, again I fade. can’t know who How i got to here when i was Myself. Heart. Centre. No think. You are what you DO –you are how to lose For now. All I need is confidence or My heart ...
- Randomly Stabbed in the back of the thigh I wonder why she does not call to me instead All these ghosts in sailboats are the reason I have cried. To me, she says “I’m almost ...
- C- this is a song, not a poem… …and it’s the BEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN. Welcome to the Forest Greenman says hello Greenman says hello See you through the window sitting at the table Words are wandering about but nothing’s being said I ...
- C- Forest poem four Earth Kissing Growing Making love this is Earth, a flying dove Greening trees everywhere a violet sunset is her hair this is life solid rock holding me soothing me she loves and i love her.
- C- Forest Poem three Fire Watch even water cannot wash the things that bring pollution here Soft no more, it must be cleansed all the Forest runs with fear Lost the mother deer and fawn a light this bright won’t come till dawn We ...
- C- Forest Poem two Water Hopefully you’ll come to me you’re running free weave in and out, you’re nurturing and coming back around to feed yourself again The water here is crystal clear it is not sharp, is not a ...
- C- Forest Poem one Air “Drop your mind,” says the wind let it whisper, let it in never changing never there in your hand but the air is everywhere where you stand 40,000 pounds of voices pushing down on your shoulders invisible voices speaking solemnly in whispers of ...
Poetry Observed
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