POSTLOG TO LAST POEMS / POEMS LAST / LOST POEMS / POEMS LOST IMAGE: A round circular ring (ensō) with a subsumed dialog and radiant white light at the centre. Lis: Transcendence? Is that possible? Lex: Most certainly, yes. And great people throughout time have been doing it. Linda: For most people, transcendence is at the point of death. However, many people catch glimpses of it now and then throughout their lives. Ron: So this Newfields guy – how did he die? Linda: Does it matter? To me what matters is that a few of his poems still live. Ron: (frowning) I dunno. I hate it when people preach, and some of these works were pretty preachy. Lex: If so, the author was preaching to himself. Isn't that the only audience we can be certain of? Tim: In a strange way, sometimes we become what we write. Writing is a form of time traveling. Linda: (surprised) Did you hear something odd? Lex: It may not make sense, but yeah. Lis: Anyway, relax. Our notions of whether or not things are "sensible" ultimately doesn't matter. Ron: Yeah, dat almust mucks ahh sense. Normality iz a myth. ==================================================================================== from _Last Poems: Lost Poems_ by T Newfields SUMMARY: Some thoughts about poetry, art, and transcendence KEYWORDS: noetic wisdom, transcendence, living deeply, literary criticism Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ) Begun: 2006 in Tokyo, Japan ✠ Finished: 2022 in Yokohama, Japan Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} < LAST https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/postmortem.htm TOC https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/index.html NEXT > https://www.tnewfields.info/LastPoems/harvestime.htm