The Paradise Notebooks: A Poet and a Geologist’s Love Letter to Life Lensed
Through a Mountain
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"Each world bears all the worlds we might find within it. If you understand
one outcropping of stone, or one wildflower, or one hummingbird — if we see
our...
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There's always aspiring to the absolutist's higher ground. Put it about that your aversion is democratic and may be unselectively applied to or by anyone who enquires.
In this respect Juanita and Juan become Everypoet, as in Bunyan. Their poor sheepish cowering little poemlets, herding together, baa-ing and moo-ing, waiting to be dismissed and/or ignored.
All-Purpose Courtesy Response Notice follows.
Occasions Upon Which the Poems of Juanita and/or Juan Ramon Shall Be Read By Me
I could not, would not, on a boat.
I will not, will not, with a goat.
I will not read them in the rain.
I will not read them on a train.
Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!
I will not read them in a box.
I will not read them with a fox.
I will not read them in a house.
I will not read them with a mouse.
I will not read here or there.
I will not read them ANYWHERE!
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