“Curious things, habits.” Agatha Christie
The Question Does it bring life, this thing that you do, the habit of a lifetime, week in, week out, which has quietly formed so much of who you are and your understanding of the world and the meaning of your being, without even thinking about its sum and parts, does it bring life? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“All choices are fraught with peril, but inaction is the most perilous of all.” Frewin Jones
Someone, Something, Somewhere Sitting with our eyes closed in a dark mediation, we're not painting slogans, not marching or gathering, we haven't written much at all, no rallying call lingers on our lips, just sitting, waiting, hoping that someone or something, somewhere, will cause a spark, meanwhile we're sitting with our eyes closed in a dark meditation. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“Your personal boundaries protect the inner core of your identity and your right to Choices.” Gerard Manley Hopkins
Wrapping From my earliest moments of cogito, the eye of my I, O aye, I learned to wrap myself against the cold of an encroaching world and the desires of others, while yet offering little gaps and holes through which the mew of you, O true can slip through. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“We can’t go on as we have been.” Sir David Attenborough
Writ Large Of thalidomide and asbestos, those roman pipes of lead, benzine to carbon making nearly everything so dead, atomic wet-dreams, what a gas, or just a fracking nuisance and the last, with plastic sands and bubble wrapped whales carrying tales of wasted trees on which the lies we subscribed are writ large. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Prosery (144 words), with an invitation to use a line from Wordsworth’s ‘Lines written at a small distance from my house’ The line is: “Bring no book, for this one day we’ll give to idleness.”
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Bring no book
“Idleness is fatal only to the mediocre.” Albert Camus
By The Cascades O, to be free of this straightened life, the interminable deadlines and triplications that are required, but no one reads, you can fill wrong, but if you don't submit them, the roof will fall in. And the fact that we dare to talk openly about it means that this is a farce. And the endless grind of the alarm clock, that sentinel of hours, gleefully chiming our days given to some supposed endeavour that will somehow matter. Today we will escape, we will call in lost, unfound, laughing, pour vivre ma vie. We shall stroll to a brook and sit in the shade, quaff wine until we are not fine but dandy. And bring no books, for this one day, we'll give to idleness, to caviar and water cress sandwiches, to laughter, to tears, to sighs, and the little death, by the cascades. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ® Note: pour vivre ma vie = to live my life.
“History repeats itself, first as tragedy, second as farce.” Karl Marx
In Rows We Laughed In rows we laughed about cromagnon man, we mocked conquistador's self-righteous, salvific crusade, we deplored the blindness of modernity scratched in white across two wars, we were sickened by greedy monarchs crushing cultures, aghast at nationalism and every moral injury belonging to leader and flag, in rows we laughed taking each other for granted, bullying, stealing each other's things, lying, misogynising, fighting, shrinking, hiding, in rows we laughed, without reflecting. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
“No wonder it comes as a relief to be reminded of your insignificance. It’s the feeling of realising that you’d been holding yourself all this time to standards you couldn’t reasonably be expected to meet.” Oliver Burkeman
How, Not What Once, long ago, I asked about time, what was it I wondered, and this was solved by a second hand, everything a chronology, boxed and streamlined, leaving me dis-eased, feeling disordered, out of place, yearning for a sacred loitering, a soaking of space, awaiting an unfolding, and I realised my question had changed, how was time? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
At dVerse Sarah is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about food.
“Cooking and baking is both physical and mental therapy.” Mary Berry (especially the eating bit 😉 )
The Christmas Cake I watched her begin before she began, feeling her way to the fruit of her labour, she catches time, reading the path, finding her rhythm, crossing over, rediscovering the way, mind-stepping the space, pausing in the bite of her lip, I saw her frown of concentration in the lines of her cheeks, an intentional meditation of parts, a meld of heart and love, no sooner is the room drunk on rum like a bell has been rung, than the air is filled with salivatory expectation, she smiles now. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights reserved ®
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At dVerse De is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to write about or play with the idea of the muse.
dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Muse Cues
“…. poetry is an autonomous muse ….” Alice Walker
To Be Mused Have you ever been mused by an inviting path or the one who catches your eye, a delicious word in a bowl of soup, what of rain dances or cloud smiles, sun skips and creek beds, a series of fortunate dalliances stir my seeking heart. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“Beauty is hidden in everything, just learn how to observe.” Ritu Ghatourey
What It Is What is a day, is it thought, constructed, made, or is it just there, always with me, waiting to be seen, to be noticed, because it's tucked away in a petal, or a spade, in a planter or at the gate, I can tell you this though, it is held in conversations, looks and smiles, it just has to be collected in words to be held as sacred meaning, yet to be delved. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Poetry, Storytelling, and the Art of Sitting Still in Busy Places
Inspired by the work of William Carlos Williams
Truth to Light
~ river twin ~
dandelions in the sky • poems • youth
INNER THOUGHTS
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Breaking and Benchmarking
A blog about BPD, mental health, music and more
learning is earning, and we are making it easier.
Poetry and fiction by a physicist from the dark side
Travel words
>>> "In the Evening of Life We will be Judged on Love Alone." - *** St. John of the Cross.*** >>> >>> "It is love alone that gives worth to all things." - ***St. Theresa of Avila.***
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