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Writing in Generaland Poetry in Particular

from the Autumn of 2017

By Don Gerz

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Writing in General and Poetry in Particularfrom the Autumn of 2017

By Don Gerz© 2017 by Don Gerz

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reproduction in wholeor in part in any form.

On Not Setting Out“I do not set out to put any specific literary leanings

or philosophical tenets in my poems. I just write,and whatever is inside my intellect and spirit

comes out…if I don't get in the way.”- Don Gerz -

- September 21, 2017

Work to Do

Sitting here at Starbucks,

trying not to tell you what to do

because I don't know what it's like,

and I feel you will come to know

the way when you realize he is OK,

and it is we who have more work to do.

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By Don GerzSeptember 27, 2017

“Poems are snapshotsof many people

who speak each others' linesin the author's hapless attempts

to construct short playsthat end up

fascinating some,pissing off others,

and boring most.”- Don Gerz -

September 21, 2017

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The Scout JamboreePut yourself out there, son.

Life is doing what youhave never done before.

Now sell, son…

SELL!

Hey, mister!I have ringside ticketsto the Scout Jamboree.Four for only ten, sir.

Yeah, kid?Here's a twenty.I’ll take eight.

Say, kid, what do you getout of the Scout Jamboree?

Confidence, sir, confidence.

September 28, 2017

A Different Approach to Writing

These days I am striving for a more informal and concrete approach to writing, one less filled with the usual literary and philosophical bells and whistles.

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By Don GerzThe new approach is short on abstraction, literary artifice, and conceptual trappings. It will more allow people, places, and things to tell their own stories rather than being filtered and then analyzed through me.

Some have suggested I get out of my head and into my senses. This different approach should help to do that. I’m not saying I will use this approach from now on, but I do think I will use it more often.

I hope it connects with you.

November 24, 2009

The Process of Writing Poetry(A poem must transcend its own words.)

The process of creating a poem is quite mysterious.

I don’t know how others write theirs, but I collect material and constantly come back to it, gazing at it from as many angles as I can dream up.

Often, the material is text that impresses me. At other times, I simply write prose that captures ideas and perceptions that fascinate or confuse me. Frequently, the ideas and perceptions that confuse me inspire the best poems.

I allow the text to ferment in my mind and being, returning to the material from time to time to reconsider it. Often, I am unable to transform the text—I can get no further with the material.

If I manage to turn these words and thoughts into poetry someday, I will have to devise elements that will bring out the inherent magic and mystery of the unborn work. A poem is not a poem until its constituent parts become more than what they appear to be. A poem is not poetry unless its words mean more than they appear to mean. A poem must transcend its own words.

January 7, 2009

Leigh AnnWith your clean

brown hairknotted tightly

upon your headlike a gear-knob

inside my old‘64 VW Bug,

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the past turns rustyin a blazing Texas

junkyard whereancient cars takeme back to you

in this shinygreen decade,

in this prematurecentury.

I was alreadythere, Leigh Ann,

as you are here now.

In the Sixties,how could I knowI’d find you todayin a Starbucks,brewing coffee

to keep me awake?

...to keep merememberingand writingabout those I left behind

and those wholeft me behind?

Keeping us fromrusting in a junkyardwith forgotten carsin the Texas heat,

you call roll,showing thoseof us with eyes

to see how to livein this chromednew year, in thisinfant century...

...in this greened timethat knows no age,

forgets nothing,and recalls all

but junked carsbaking in our past.

October 3, 2017

Writing Talent

Some say I have a special talent for writing, but I think they’re missing the point.

Good things do not magically appear on paper by virtue of ability alone. While I

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By Don Gerzdo have some ability and have written some pretty good stuff, I do not have

outstanding writing talent. And although raw talent is necessary to be an

outstanding writer, it is not as important for writers like me who are merely good.

So, if it’s not all about talent and ability, what is good writing all about?

I have written creatively for a long time and have worked hard on it for the last

forty years or so. You get better at doing things the more you do them over a

long, long period of time. More than anything, it takes love, hard work, and time

to produce anything that is beautiful and true.

We all have the ability to create, think, and discover, but ability comes to naught

without love, hard work, and time. Persistence is another word for love, and love

is another word for passion.

Without passion, there is no art, no action, and no love. Love takes practice, and

writing is perhaps the most difficult of all human actions. Finding the right

linguistic symbols of letters, words, phrases, sentences, stanzas, paragraphs,

and so on, requires more than mere talent. It requires more than what you have,

and you have more than what you think you have. A good writer often does the

impossible. A great writer does it more often. Both rely on practice, time,

sacrifice, and hard work more than talent.

December 10, 2010

A New Big BangI'm here at Starbucks again,

trying to pull togetherall the things

going on around me

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By Don Gerzthat are spinning offinto the intellectual

and poetical spacesbetween my eyes

and ears.

What's going onwith you

is a big partof the fragmentationexploding into me

like a new Big Bang.

October 6, 2017

On PoetryA poem is a tightly woven and highly compressed pattern of images, emotions, perceptions, and experiences.

A poem’s original intent will be transformed markedly from person to person because no two souls share the same linguistic sensibilities.

Unlike so seamless a form of art as the novel (or even the short story), collected poems serve as a somewhat cryptic mosaic of what was happening inside the mind of the poet as he was sorting the various sensations of his experiences into clues of meaning for all life.

The creation of a good poem requires every measure of synthetic skill and consciousness the poet can muster. To write a successful poem, the poet must stand on the summit of a peak that no human has ever conquered: The view is indeed breathtaking, and the good reader is there as well.

Although our society spends scant time in learning through and from poetry (with obviously catastrophic results), over the millennia it has nonetheless proven itself to be the most meaningful and sublime forum for a truly Hegelian synthesis of every creative idea and act, not only of a given society, but of civilization itself.

There is no better source of wisdom than poetry. That the sacred books of mankind are written in poetic language is no accident because insight and wisdom enable a society most fittingly to employ knowledge and imagination in the service of its people.

The devastating effect of technology severed from poetry’s insights, imagination, and wisdom has been the bane of innocent millions ever since the Industrial Revolution.

If not for poetry, all would be lost in short order. The first casualty would be consciousness itself.

June 4, 2011

Time of Death“For man knows not his time.

As fish that are taken in the net, and as birds that are caught in the snare, so are the sons of men snared in a time when it falls suddenly upon them.” - Ecclesiastes 9:12

No one denies that we do not know the time each man, woman, and child is to die.

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But what if we are not meant to die at a predetermined time?

What if God Himself does not know when we are to die?

In fact, what if we are not meant to diein the first place?

What if death scatters lives like leaves blowing in a courtyard?

What if men are taken in nets, their ends not known until their ends are known?

What if a person is like a bird that is caught in a snare that no one sets?

What if there is no such thing as an ordained time of death, just an inconvenient time when the dance of Life ends for no reason?

All times of death are inconvenient,especially the deaths of sons and daughters

before their parents’ deaths.

What if the hour of death is not grooved until after a life is no more?

What if we die just when we are getting the hang of Life?

We die just when we are getting the hang of Life.

What if death is the ultimate irrational event, the final indignity?

What if we die for no reason, especially when we are born to live forever?

We die for no reason. That’s why Death is the end of Reason.

October 8, 2017

An Eye for the Beautiful

You develop an eye for the beautiful by seeing it; and if you do not always and in all ways keep beauty in your mind, you cannot see it in the world and beyond. In fact, you will not be able to see anything but beauty once you see it in your mind. And if you are not willing to see it in your mind, you will not see it beyond your

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By Don Gerzmind. Beauty will be beyond you, always a step or two in front, beside, or in back of you.

June 8, 2014

ScarsMy surgeon said I had severed

the index finger’s extensor tendonall the way through…

completely sliced it, he said,one end over here, one end over there.

He said he himselfcould not have bisected

it any better,that it was a clean cut…

a “neat” injury.

It was no problem, he said.He’d reattach the ends,

and I’d go merrily on my wayafter six weeks of physical therapy.

When I asked if I’d havefull use of the finger again,

he assured meit would be good as new.

When I asked himabout the scar,

he said I’d have a nice one,and that we don’t get through

this life without scars.

My surgeon was right:There will always be scars…

especially for those who live fully.

October 9, 2017

Reality and the Written Word(Or, Why I Write)

In the piece below, please note I am emphasizing written languageover and against spoken language. - Don Gerz

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By Don GerzWhen you observe the world, you will notice not only separate places, things, events, and sentient and non-sentient beings. In addition, you will observe fragmented and extemporized “plays,” unified and linked “narrations” or groups of scenes that follow a specific sequence unique to your sensibilities. Each play differs from person-to-person, but each follows a specific sequence of narrations or scenes within the plays and within the scenes of the plays themselves as perceived by each thoughtful person. No two plays are the same.

In fact, life is a series of informal plays loosely linked to each other. Not all will notice this linkage, but many do...especially those who dabble in the written word.

These uniquely perceived plays make up the constituent parts of what we call reality or life. Reality is, by its nature, composite, multi-leveled, and perceived and created by individuals with unique perspectives, perceptions, interests, and previous experience of acts and the symbols of those acts and thoughts, which, for lack of a better word, I refer to as language...especially written language.

If you write about your observations of the world and, of course, yourself, you will convey the world (and yourself as a part of the world) according to your individual habits of organizing, evaluating, and philosophizing about the world and you. Your words will be specific to you and to your unique perceptions, moods, previous experience, language, and ability to think and write the words, phrases, sentences, and longer written expressions of the scenes and narrations you perceive and then share with your readers.

By its nature, written language is more thoughtful, stable, cogent, sequential, comprehensive, fixed, artistic, philosophical, intentional, symbolic, and suitable for thought and study than is the spoken word. The spoken word is the fluid hummingbird to the written word’s fixed flower. Again, please note that this piece has been written, not to denigrate the spoken word over the written word, but rather to contrast one with the other.

While the spoken word has its own characteristics that are lacking in the realm of the written word, the written word is ideally suited to the observation, expression, perception, experience, creation, and philosophizing of those who convey and, indeed, actually create the scenes of the plays of composite reality...past, present, and future.

June 30, 2016

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By Don Gerz

Dutch Baked PotatoIn a little eateryin Amsterdam,my wife droppedher baked potatoafter paying six-and-a-halfEuros for it.

Toppings spreadout on the floorunder our chairslike a prize wonthen immediately lost.

Everything stopped,and no one knewwhat to say or do.

Somewhere,somehow,Van Goghjust laughed.

October 16, 2017

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By Don Gerz

Behind the WordsBehind each sentence the writer writes, within every phrase and word he or she discovers and recovers to paint his or her ineffable thoughts and emotions...behind every word, phrase, and sentence is a singular human being revealing his or her original soul in the flesh and blood of the written word.

Each sentence, phrase, and word chosen and placed on paper is that writer's linguistic currency of self, a unique consciousness of singular being, a costly expenditure of soul, a painful crafting into words of that spirit’s will to action, the will to struggle to be the being he or she is meant to be.

Each sentence, phrase, and word he or she writes for all that was, is, and will be is the signature of that writer’s soul, that writer’s sacred bond of a unique self in a universe of chaos, a soul that conceives and replaces madness with thought and the eternal will to be.

Every word, phrase, and sentence is the portrait of an eternal consciousness that is written on the parchment of human experience, a singular self that existed and will live again if perceptively read by those who follow.

July 14, 2015

Mostly Thelonious

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By Don Gerz

It rushes at us like a freight around about midnight,straight with no chaser.

Time in,timeout.

Well,you needn’t worry

about me…

You needn’t worry abouthow you and I are

cobbled together withshort, halting quirks…

with hesitatingdrum attacks,

with suddenrushing advances like

a train in the nightwhen there’s no one

standing on the tracks,

when there’s no onethrowing switches,

to stop the silences…

to stop it all from rushingaway into the black, black

dissonant night.

October 25, 2017

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By Don Gerz

My AudienceI've been writing seriously since 1968, but I only began posting publicly seven years ago when I started an online journal called Yellow Brick Road.

I see my audience as those who suddenly recognize what they had not considered before coming across my expression of it. My goal is to put into literary and philosophical expressions what otherwise may not be captured if not for my experience of it.

Mostly, I try to figure out what is going on in the spaces between the word and what the word signifies...between the expression of a real piece of Life and the real pieces themselves. Then I try to put the pieces together. I am more of a synthesizer than an analyzer. When I analyze, it is usually to synthesize the pieces of this fractured world and our fragmented humanity.

I am not addressing a specific reader; rather, I am addressing an audience made up of those who may happen upon my journal. I do not write to convince anyone but myself. What conclusions others arrive at is up to them, but the conclusions I reach are my responsibility.

The important thing to me is how I might best capture what is true, wise, and beautiful. I do not always succeed, but I try as hard as I can.

April 9, 2014

Free Divine

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By Don Gerz

Perched on top of my house like a bird,the flood below reaching to the eves,

I know my God will save me.

I have faithHe will personally intervene,

will personally snatch me fromthe torrents below

lapping at the rain gutters.

Before the flood came,I had been warned by the Mayor,

the Governor, and the President himselfto evacuate,

to leave all I have worked for, all I have in the world.

Easy for unbelieversto tell me to leave.

A boat below with city workersyelling at me to get in

their metro rescue craftintrudes upon my prayers

to my personal Godas the cold waves lick atthe soles of my shoes.

Now a Federal helicopterhovers over me,

its officials beseeching meto grab the rope ladder dangling

from their copter to me.

After I die,I rebuke God

for abandoning me.

He says something about having sent meweather warnings, boats, and helicopters,

and reminds me He savesunder His own divinely free terms.

He has a point,being God and all.

He always has a point,a divine point.

October 31, 2017

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Original Sayings1.) "The future is implanted in children.

Plant the right seeds and the future will flourish."

2.) "Real fame is not temporary. Real fame is eternal."

3.) "The cost of living is the loss of it in noble causes."

4.) "You do not have to insert meaning into the universe. You have to find it."

5.) "There is no death for those who were once mindful of meaning in all things."

6.) "The deterioration of a mind is a loss to the universe and beyond."

7.) "The meaning of a memory is lost in the forgetting of it."

October 2017

Good ReadersReading is nowa sometime thing for me,but in the Seventies and Eighties,

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By Don GerzI inhaled the Great Books.

Always looking for answers,I found questions instead:

Who is the true self?What is the nature of reality?

Who is God?What are the products of true perception, will,

ignorance, knowledge, wisdom, and so much more?

After fifty years of reading, I started writing, and questions gave wayto possible answers that floated across the timeless fieldsof ancient philosophers and flowed from my fountain penout of my being into my mind and through the intellectsof my teachers and students.

And I could not stop writing.I still cannot stop writing.

An idiot once said reality was merely disconnectedindividual perceptions and that peopledid not fully understand the world and othersas well as he solely understood them,as though reality unfolded only in and to him,unclouded by what others had read and experienced in life,as though he alone knew the Score with a capital “S”and the Truth with a capital “T”with both underlined, italicized, and made bold.

Too many are like that imbecile,but the wise and brave crash through the wallsof their individual perceptions and fall bruisedwhile others perch like birds of prey,never flying far from the ease of their private andunexamined convictions, unmoved by whatthey vacuously perceive, will, and ignore in life.

And I wonder what they think,those who gawk from the safety of their boughs,consuming instead of producing and ponderingthe lives of those who trade comfort and easefor the hardship and strife of growthand unending development?

There are two types in the serious reading of lifeand the Great Books:

those who read them andthose who allow themselves to be read by them.

The first type trusts what they perceive to be answersas they perch comfortably on their sterile perches.

The second kind trusts the universal questions posed to themas they crash through the perilous walls of mere perceptioninto the vestibule of Heaven’s library.

November 19, 2017

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By Don Gerz

A Few Words

Lingering at this table

with strangers,

each working

on a computer,

word-processing

sentences,

searching for

the right words

to explain

why we are

alone

with each other

in a public place

full of

private people

in an arena

where we chase

our times

and places

until we discover

our fates.

November 21, 2017

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By Don GerzSome Thoughts and Notes on Language

We may not like it, but all people (educated, illiterate, and all between) use (and often misuse!) language in the ways they choose. Language is organic, an always-fluid process that is quintessentially democratic (all the way from the well-educated to the unwashed masses) and therefore amoeba-like…just like life itself. Of course, it has to be because it is the primary method by which we ponder, communicate, and think about life.

Language is always evolving (and often devolving!) to reflect the life it describes. It waxes in eras such as the Elizabethan Age, and wanes in times such as the Dark Ages. It has been doing that ever since cave dwellers first etched “words” on walls in the form of objects, animals, and humans.

It is important to realize that language precedes grammar prescriptions by hundreds and even thousands of years! Syntactical constructions considered incorrect in the 18th, 19th, and 20th centuries are now correct. When I was in college (as an English major of all things!) in the Sixties, ending sentences with prepositions was considered incorrect. Now it is permissible (barely) in casual discourse and in informal writing…and that is just one example of many.

For instance, the objective form of the nominative “who” (“whom”) is on the way out even as I write this! Also, did you know that many of the accepted sentence constructions and spellings used in Shakespeare’s time (and even by the Bard himself!) are now considered to be incorrect in today’s formal English?!

Speaking of Shakespeare, English, as used during his time (the Elizabethan Age), marks the beginning of modern English! Yes, Modern English as differentiated from Middle and Old English! We all know how much English has changed since his time, the 1600s! As well, English in Chaucer's England just barely resembles today’s English. And the English used when “Beowulf” was written looks and sounds like German, not Modern English!

The point is that language is a living process, not a linguistic prescription. Grammar books and dictionaries reflect this process…eventually. But do not despair! Since language is democratic and fluid, feel free to speak and write as YOU choose. It’s the nature of the beast!

- Continued -

NOTES

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If grammar books and dictionaries could make us speak and write correctly, most surely we would all speak like Lincoln and write like E.B. White by now!

And, since language changes with what it describes, perceptions of objects change according to what subgroups and even whole societies value and repudiate as well as by the emergence of new objects, ideas, and values (especially in our age of technology).

Language and the real life it describes change with and without our likes and dislikes. We are NEVER consulted! I frequently hate it, but so what?! And I’m an English major and veteran college prep English teacher! (http://www.orgsites.com/ga/donald-gerz-literary-academic-works/Tutorials.doc)

Language has always and will always precede prescription…by hundreds and even thousands of years. It has nothing to do with whether you, she, he, they, or I like it or not. As much as we may want it to be, language is not about what should be; it’s about what was, is, and will be. Language, as with life itself, evolves and devolves. (I think it’s devolving at present!)

Regardless, you and I will deplore, abhor, and tear our hair out all we want, but we cannot stop anyone from expressing himself or herself in the way he or she chooses. I’m not fond of earthquakes, and I love sunrises; but whether I like them or not, we have earthquakes…and, as Hemingway put it, the sun also rises.

NOTES ON NOTES

1.) I'm using the term "devolve" here to signify "to go backwards, deteriorate, degenerate, fall apart, and generally end up worse” (https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/devolve).

2.) When considering language prescriptively (grammars, dictionaries, thesauruses, etc.), a devolvement is, of course, in the eyes of the beholder or a report of how some may perceive how a given language is faring.

3.) In the behavioral sense, however, it is obviously not as germane because devolvement and evolvement do not require axiomatic cores to exist.

4.) Rather, language simply does its own thing though it is not really a thing. I think of it as the ways and means of human intelligence. Whether it is good or bad is irrelevant to its very being because it exists whether (or not) a given person perceives it as desirable, undesirable, or even existent.

5.) There are very few things in our lives that are as full of humanity as is language.

November 2017

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School HallwaySpring 1971.

I was twenty-five,and it was the first time

I knew exactlywhere I was going,

the first timeany direction I tookwas the right one

to all that isand to all

that will be,

the best place to bein my short long history.

I felt I had beento Alpha Centauri

and backwith a trillion light-years

to spare.

My long short historyof coming and goingand doing and being

was beginning,

and you were there.

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By Don GerzYou knewwhat I felt,

how I knew whereI was going

and why I wasgoing forward,always higher,always more

for you,for you,

always for you.

You knewbetter than I

who I am to all,who I am to myself,

and who I am to you.

You smiledas we walked

toward each otherin that crowded school hallway,

and your beaming facesaid you knewwho you wereand who I wasand why we

had been born.

I had been bornto receive your smile.

It was the best dayof my life.

December 6, 2017

Beauty, Perception, and Will“Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.”

- Percy Shelley, A Defence of Poetry, 1821

It is tempting to agree with Shelley, for beauty is often not perceived until another holds a mirror to a poem or to Art in general.

Of course, beauty also can be revealed in the sciences as well as in a great many other vehicles of human perception and discipline. As with anything, beauty is perceived only after it has first been revealed. But who, as well as God, reveals?

In matters of the human and the divine, the revelation of beauty (or of any reality) is primarily the purview of the artist, the scientist, the philosopher, and many other practitioners of various intellectual and cultural disciplines and activities.

In a sense, the good and beautiful works of humans are the grandchildren of God.

The revelation of beauty is the avocation of any person who suddenly sees or hears "The Beautiful" where its substance was formerly perceived as “ordinary”

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By Don Gerzreality. Of course, there is nothing ordinary in or about reality and, certainly, not in or about beauty.

Although beauty may seem to emerge out of the ordinary, it is actually born of perception and will. Beauty is “ordinary” until it is perceived by the discerning and willed by those who thirst for it.

Existence itself and especially the beauty that resides within it are waiting to be perceived and then discerned through the senses, the imagination, the spirit, and the mind of those who choose to perceive.

Moreover, discernment is just as much a matter of human will as it is a divine gift of perception. In the end, human will is at the very foundation of the creation and perception of beauty.

Nothing happens by itself.

Nothing, especially "The Beautiful," can come to be and can be perceived without the agency of human will.

Nothing beautiful and meaningful happens until we make it happen and perceive that it is beautiful and meaningful.

Nothing good and beautiful happens without humans creating "The Beautiful" through God and affirming it through human perception as driven by the divine gift of free will. Nothing happens without human striving and divine grace.

Nothing.

December 11, 2017

Changing the FilterChanging

the central air filtertwice a year,on June 21,

the beginning of Summer,and December 21,the birth of Winter,

is a religious ceremony,a rite of purity and passage

in a domestic cathedralfor the secular sacraments

of body and brain,clean breaths in holy lungs

year-to-year,

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By Don Gerzdecade-by-decade.

Crawling onhands and kneeswith a flashlight

clenched in teeth,pushing a new filterto the central unitin the crawlspace

under the living room,next to the garage,

regardinghump-backed crickets

along the way,bumping the headbeneath the floor,

red dirt on arms and legsuntil the old filter

is replaced with the new,

and the movements are retraced,crawling out into the light of

a new Resurrection.

December 16, 2017

Beauty and DepressionThe rose in front of a depressed man's eyes is beautiful in spite of his lack of feeling for it.

His sight is dull because his feelings are blunted. In order to experience beauty, he must perceive it through willed faith that by its nature makes no rational sense...yet he knows from experience that roses are beautiful.

He wills (chooses) to have faith that the rose is beautiful, even though he can't feel it.

The will to faith, faith to perception, and perception to the apprehension of beauty for the depressed mind is an irrational but necessary choice of will as the last chance for life and the capture of beauty.

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By Don GerzI knew a depressed man who escaped suicide through the courageous use of freewill…shear will. He had nothing else with which to experience beauty. He did not feel beauty and life.

Instead, he adapted by willing to see those who were holding roses they experienced as beautiful. He chose to see beauty even when he could no longer feel it. He willed to have faith in beauty, in life, and in roses.

He did not die happy, but his death was a courageous and noble one.

December 17, 2017

Winter 2017 by Don Gerz

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By Don Gerz

Don Gerz earned his B.A. degree in English and philosophy with

minors in secondary English education and psychology. He taught

composition and literature for twenty-two years at private high

schools in Texas and Georgia. Since 1978, Don has made his home

in the Atlanta, Georgia area with his wife, the former Carol

Brunhoefer.

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