Holdrege Paper
Abstract: Craig Holdredge’s “delicate empiricism” is the practice of learning something while maintaining the spirit of curiosity of the moment of discovery. This essay is an account of my spontaneous engagement in an ancient and complex discipline some have spent their lives learning. I approach it not as a discipline but an expressive practice, focused on the experience of doing it, fueled by the curiosity that comes from not knowing how.
Poetry
- i- ruins poem A Promise Died Up on Oly’s westside Down the rural, wooded blind-corner stretch of Cooper Point there grows a lot of goldenrod and grass up to the knees. In amongst what used to be that backwoods brush ...
- i– untitled work-in-progress poem I just need some time to rest my weary bones waking up at the end of a rough night I would rather stay at home I wake up and find too many books upon the ...
- I- a strange weird unnecessary poem I saw Jesus in my toast and he told me that it was the most fun he’d ever had in his entire life.
- I-another Blake rev Experience 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 ...
- I- Blake response rev Innocence If it pleaseth thee, I shall aid as not much progress hath thee made awakening thine “antiself,” but gesturing toward an empty sky Through the corner of thine eye, watch the angels whisking by and listen ...
- I am the Wind What does it mean that I saw myself in the wind? A horned beast in the Grass, and Christ in a Cow? How can it be that Thought sounds like Love, that Heart ...
- I and Ai is Change I thought I knew what Love is; it sounded like my Eye, and I told you how I Love so much I couldn’t tell you Why. But the moment I belie Wo’ Ai, you ...
- I is for Blood Ink is the blood of the Art of Calligraphy: The Chinese language wriggles and writhes under the constraints of an ordered civilization; If it grows stale with history, the Art breaks it free: calligraphers ...