Conversations

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I was sitting in a room with I think seven people. Everyone was chatting away and I noticed several different conversations happening at once. Then marveling at how they ebbed and flowed, around and into each other. Also how the lulls in conversation seemed to come to the group as a whole.

Conversations

Fleeting thoughts, freely flowing.

Some make no sense, some seem all knowing.

Ideas, emotions, opinions, transmitted through eyes,

tone of voice, gestures, capture interests.

But only for a moment.

Then a silence settles in, lost on a tangent, or tertiary thought.

Stranded with many crossed conceptions in our heads.

Suddenly... Another topic of reflection starts.

Tiny crackles of electro-chemical energy spark,

gathering facts, finding lost memories,

remembering feelings, and postulating theories.

Data courses between synapses, receptors.

Then fires down nerves, like power through live wires.

Stimulating diaphragm, larynx, and tongue;

to form a vibration; waves that shake the air.

Until they tickle another sentient ear.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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