October 26, 2011
whoa
I just had a miniature explosion – the good kind – inside my head. I don’t quite know how to tell the story, but I’ll try to do it linearly. That’s usually a good strategy.
1st: I become an English teacher and rely almost completely on a book by Jim Burke to figure out what I’m doing. I think it’s a great book. I read every word, including the eloquent epigraph from one of Burke’s students:
Without companions, the world is a sea of stories with no one to listen.
2nd: I join Clusterflock.
3rd: I find that a certain Clusterflocker – Kelsey Parker – was the author of that epigraph.
4th: I hum “It’s a small world” to myself incessantly.
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Hi!
Sweet.
That’s pretty terrific.
Fucking A.
But seriously, there isn’t a single person here that doesn’t have at least one moment of spectacular brilliance, noticed or unnoticed. The longer I know you folks, the more I am agog.
Wow.
And Kelsey, that is a beautiful quote.
Thank you, Deron. I wish I could remember better what it was like to be that fourteen-year-old Kelsey. Everything changed within that year.
Whoa, indeed. Lovely.
Fourteen. Phew.
Simone used exactly the right word. About all you folks: agog.
Luke–this is splendid; and Kelsey–your lovely mind was there before the planets formed.
This reminds me of a wonderful passage from Leslie Marmon Silko’s novel Ceremony, a Native American (Laguna Pueblo) take on the importance of stories:
“I will tell you something about stories,
They aren’t just for entertainment.
Don’t be fooled
They are all we have, you see,
all we have to fight off illness and death.
You don’t have anything
if you don’t have the stories.
Their evil is mighty
but it can’t stand up to our stories.
So they try to destroy the stories
let the stories be confused or forgotten
They would like that
They would be happy
Because we would be defenseless then.”
Daryl, those are wonderful words. Thank you for chiming in here, your presence is always a delight.