Humainologie creative dialogue this Wednesday June 30 at Trina's art installation
- Arthur Clark
- Jun 29, 2021
- 2 min read
"The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members." – Coretta Scott King
"I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the whole community and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it whatever I can. I want to be thoroughly used up when I die, for the harder I work the more I live." – George Bernard Shaw
Ever mindful of the Roseto effect https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roseto_effect and of the original purpose of our dialogue series, we’ll try to break out of pandemic mode this coming Wednesday June 30 and meet at Trina’s art installation (Art Patio, 602 Seventh Avenue SE)
You can meet with us in person there or by Zoom, and if the weather isinclement we would meet by Zoom as usual. Our topic will be Ideas for Future Dialogues: Directions, Possibilities, and Topics.
Here’s the Zoom link
Topic: Humainologie creative dialogue Time: June 30, 2021 06:30 PM Mountain Time (US and Canada) Every week on Wed, until Jun 30, 2021, 9 occurrences Join Zoom Meeting https://us02web.zoom.us/j/86972034113?pwd=M2g3MzEvMWs5dXhHcFVCbVNkVG1idz09 Meeting ID: 869 7203 4113 Passcode: 12345
I’m making progress with the game I have created for generating story ideas. Keep in mind how quick and simple flash fiction can be. Charles Bukowski drew from his own life experience to write his prose poems (about one a day), which are in effect “flash fiction” (less than 1,000 words). The one I’ve appended below is less than 150 words.
Amor fati,
Arthur
bumming with Jane
there wasn't a stove
and we put cans of beans
in hot water in the sink
to heat them
up
and we read the Sunday papers
on Monday
after digging them out of the
trash cans
but somehow we managed
money for wine
and the
rent
and the money came off
the streets
out of hock shops
out of nowhere
and all that mattered
was the next
bottle
and we drank and sang
and
were in and out
of drunk
tanks
car crashes
hospitals
we barricaded ourselves
against the
police
and the other roomers
hated
us
and the desk clerk
of the hotel
feared
us
and it went on
and
on
and it was one of the
most wonderful times
of my
life.
- Charles Bukowski
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