and others will say Who?
I call myself a scientist, for a kind of preference in the way I think about things, but as all true scientists know, thinking FOLLOWS feeling, wondering, observing, not-knowing, imagining, the thoughts of science come after something in all this gels, and there is a thought that fits. Something is real. It is there.
I always sort of liked poetry, then Lisa Starr began the Block Island Poetry Project. That was in 2004!! gosh that long ago, gosh, only then, gosh where does time collapse itself in the living spaces of memory? I sort of fell into poetry, writing and listening, sometimes reading. [Thank you Lisa and all the others, many of you now my facebook friends.]
So many beautiful poems. So many gosh, how do they do it? [feeling, wondering, observing, not-knowing, imagining … letting something gel ??? this is how I write, even when blogging.]
Something is real. It is there. Thank you scientists who made this knowledge of internet and communications.
Whether or not this sonnet strikes chords for you, it does for me, who is white and female, not black and male.
Thank you Terrence Hayes for telling the record of your raptures. It helps me see.