Anything we feel that isn’t love That’s what makes us sick. OR: anything that isn’t joy or strength

Anything we feel that isn’t love That’s what makes us sick. OR: anything that isn’t joy or strength
Inspired by 27 May 2023 writing workshop
Carmen Bugan’s workshop on memoir was so beautifully compacted and animated that it is impossible to do it justice in a few words. It offered a rich and wide-ranging presentation and a lively discussion. It led from Plato, and life as an act of remembering, to Dante drinking from the river Lethe and the loss of memory.
We were asked to examine our relationship to memory at different levels – personal, cultural, historic, literary – and its role in our writing. Other questions were: how do we access memory? What part do sensory observations play in our writing and how do they connect to memory? Do we use memory to make sense of the puzzle of our lives?
Exciting writing exercises were proposed. One involved a line from Seamus Heaney: “Sing yourself to where the singing comes from.” Another concerned the role of touchable objects (e.g. an aquamarine ring) that trigger memory fragments of emotional and spiritual significance. A citation, also from Seamus Heaney, showed how connecting a humble everyday object or act to an intimate memory potentiates the impact on the reader.
Asked about fictionalizing a memoir, Carmen evoked the writer’s responsibility toward truth, the self, the persons portrayed in the story, and the reader. To put truth in print demands courage. Carmen is a true paragon, exemplified in her writing and her life.
With her broad, adventuresome experience and big, perceptive heart Carmen Bugan represents a vast array of knowledge, feelings, dreams and aspirations. That she managed to transmit all this and more in a mere hour-and-a-half makes her a truly inspiring teacher. How ingenious of her to have chosen Mnemosyne, the goddess of memory and mother of the nine muses, as her ally!
Verdad que es un ángulo inesperado? Y es complicado: la clave es sentir la FALTA: sentimiento del ego.
Pero desear MÁS, puro deseo, ILUSIÓN del Alma: es lo que hace evolucionar la vida! Fina distinción! 😂💫🥀💃
solitary nude
unperturbed by graffiti
monsters’ silly snarl
Why?
cause time is
so long you
can never squeeze
it
shut
cause sorry
is a sweater turned
inside
out holes at your el
bows
cause wrinkled
skin
is a manifesto aloof
ness mis-
placed in a crow’s
nest
cause grains of beach
borrowed sand
crunch in your per
spicacious
kneecaps
cause the gold-eyed
moth will catch you
ahead not
spider
tango
Prompt: five answers without
a noticeable question
Aprosexia
bare soles
afloat in space
flee from firm
ground gravel grass
let time rush
glitter restless
shun the moment
like a hummingbird
barely hover
a hungry instant
by eager blossom
forever err on
attracted away
their love
too thinly spread
offers no hold
sidesteps the open gate
holds no promise
cares not did the sun
rise or drown
lives empty-handed
lost in liquid
endlessness
Chère amie,
Merci pour ton message si chaleureux et touchant.🫂
Toi, vous, êtes un vrai rayon de ☀️ soleil!
Nous aussi nous disons merci tous les jours à la vie, et bonjour aux merles et même aux corneilles. 🪶
Il n’y a que ça a faire:
être heureux, apprécier chaque instant. 🤗
Quelle joie de partager cette simple sagesse, un matin, à l’aube!🌹
Merci d’être là.
Je t’embrasse.💓
C
even a crow’s world,
in crass black and white, scripts its
intimate moments
P
springtime won’t obey
haughty walls city cement
instates its own truth