“Poetry is Van Gogh’s ear echoing with all the blood of the world.” Ferlinghetti, Lawrence, Poetry as Insurgent Art This is the best description of poetry and art I think I’ve ever seen. May we always be listening. Listening to the blood of the world is poetry we can only write with God’s inspiration.
Amanda Eller was indeed irresponsible in taking actions that resulted in other people risking serious injury, death, turning their spouses into widow(er)s, their kids into orphans, etc., in order to rescue her. That said, I do admire her for taking ownership of her actions – which is more than most people do who are similarly reckless. The arrogance of such people is nothing short of breathtaking: they presume upon the moral character of those more mature than they by simply taking for granted that, if and when they place themselves in a life-threatening situation, that others – police, fire fighters, EMTs, etc., and first-responders generally – will place themselves in harm’s way to rescue such amateur stunt people from the consequences of their own poor judgment. That Ms. Eller came
“Clouds are on top for a reason. They float so high because they refuse to carry any burden!” Jasleen Kaur Gumber, Ginger and Honey “On cloud nine (or seven) – extremely happy. [A reference to a ten-part classification of clouds in which ‘nine’ is next to the highest.] wind came through like an old bruja one night,taking her broom to my cloud, scattering the seedsof my poetry to all the four corners and the centerbelow where I do my shopping for earthly things,down I went to try to gather them up only to meet a philosopher peach who set me on my earwith his questions on mind, matter and meaning,wanting to know why he couldn’t taste himselfand how was it that I had a mouth that wouldn’t in any trance, no matter the