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A Poet's Journal: February 26th, 2015

  February 26th, 2015 How rare to have body and mind on the same page!  It is not easy to do the things we want when we want to; the auspicious moment always seems to grow from inability and our inability from a desire for something more.  Imagination drags us through this lonely field, giving us our tasks, our worries, making the distance around us insufferable.  And so whenever I have something to do, it is very difficult not to get caught up in the imagination of doing it before it is actually done, working through it a hundred times.  I am not speaking of preparation or details here, but the simple idea of a future to come, and what that future might bring, and how we might handle that--this is the imagination, this is the gateless gate, firmly shut and too defiantly high to look over; this is the gate that never was nor ever has been a gate.  Yet it is richly adorned and so much a part of our inability that it seems better to look at and keep closed rather than pass right through

Newly Published Poem: The Forest Opening

  July 20th, 2021 Triggerfish Critical Review has recently published Issue #26 with a poem entitled: The Forest Opening by Douglas Thornton. Please click on the following link to read the poem and the reviews that go along with it! Triggerfish Critical Review: The Forest Opening by Douglas Thornton

A Poet's Journal: February 23rd, 2015

  February 23rd, 2015 To have something meaningful before us, or produced by us, or in light of our imminent approach, is something we busy ourselves with without reprieve.  There is not the slightest question that we are fulfilled by something that is fulfilling, but it is only in our act of distinguishing it as a goal, or as a fact outside of ourselves, that we turn it into an accepted and pleasing form of nihilism. At the very end of dreaming, just before I awake, I am sometimes stricken by an immense form of inspiration, but upon waking, find that it was all just an illusion, or what I believed so full and rich, is no longer understandable, or is misinterpreted; the two worlds never seem to end in the same conclusion.  And so this is what meaning puts before us, it gives a desire to attain, but in attaining, it has already led us to something else.  Satisfaction only lasts as long as the attainment remains present, so it is only the worth of something that keeps us going.  To do so