Sometimes Your Future Is a Thing
Imagine your future
into the certainty of sunup,
dawning inevitably.
One of the ways
to ‘divine’ this future
(as my wise daughter would say)
is to ‘make and make and make.’
I make poems to help others see
their own futurity
I trust this is one that poems and poems and poems.
I hope you’re making makes, too.
OK, fete vos jeux.
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I am
You are
We are
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Troo dat, ya big cat.
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“make&make&make” has been SO missing from my life. And, I am often adrift, and scattered. Let’s make something together.
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OK. Plant the anchor, wait for the tug. That is the cue from the whole poem, a missive to my few but fine in the audience. The poem is in part an instruction manual on how to makemakemake.
1. Imagine anything as inevitable (words, ideas, observations, values). For example, I value being a good ancestor. What might “be” in a world where I walked that walk?
2. Or, pick a word or a feeling that you get from the tug of putting down the anchor of your life. For example, what happens when you are adrift and scattered, what words make themselves into inevitable being. I feel the words “light reflected off a water barrel”. Where does that inevitably go? To the next line and the next until they don’t go anymore.
3. Imagine someone else’s futurity, your futurity as you makemakeake. Stream of conscious that shit down on the page. You are the boss. Indeed you are. Imagine that.
4. If you could place your bets, what would you bet on in your life or in someone else or some thing else.
(Aside: none of this has to be text.)