wanted to write a poem that rhymes but revolution doesn’t lend itself to be-bopping … then my neighbor who thinks i hate asked — do you ever write tree poems — i like trees so i thought i’ll write a beautiful green tree poem peeked from my window to check the image noticed that the school yard was covered with asphalt no green — no trees grow in manhattan
then, well, i thought the sky i’ll do a big blue sky poem but all the clouds have winged low since no-Dick was elected
so i thought again and it occurred to me maybe i shouldn’t write at all but clean my gun and check my kerosene supply
“Genuine love is rarely an emotional space where needs are instantly gratified. To know love we have to invest time and commitment…’dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of the love — which is to transform us.’ Many people want love to function like a drug, giving them an immediate and sustained high. They want to do nothing, just passively receive the good feeling.”—bell hooks (via carefreewhitegirl)
“As organizers, we need to think of access with an understanding of disability justice, moving away from an equality-based model of sameness and “we are just like you” to a model of disability that embraces difference, confronts privilege and challenges what is considered “normal” on every front. We don’t want to simply join the ranks of the privileged; we want to dismantle those ranks and the systems that maintain them.”—
Much of what a person knows has never been consciously thought or verbalized. Felt sense is the name Gendlin gave to the unclear, pre-verbal sense of ‘something’, as that something is experienced in the body. It is not the same as an emotion. This bodily felt ‘something’ may be an awareness of a situation or an old hurt, or of something that is ‘coming’ — perhaps an idea, or the next line of a poem, or the right line to draw next in completing a drawing. Crucial to the concept, as defined by Gendlin, is that it is unclear and vague; and it is always more than any attempt to express it verbally.