A new volume of poetry will be released in the very near future by Douglas Thornton. This volume will include all original poems published and unpublished from the years 2016-2022. Here is the description from the back of the book: 'Before the red sunrise Could catch my steps Upon the dew, Across the quiet hills They came, where sun Is last to leave And fog is first to move, And a solemn, Inward marching Awaits the moon....' A world perceived in change, a moment hidden in darkness, silent companions to our inward movements.... Who are the uninitiated? Where do they come from? The poems that make up this volume hold a sign of our connection to phenomena, entering into a space where chaos becomes recognition, where attention finds purpose, and ancient ritual an understanding of the present. The more elegantly described, the more truthful feeling becomes; the more truthfully conveyed, the more closely we approach this world and come face to face with ourselves.
January 26th, 2015
For more than a week now I have set my mind on hiking, but have found some reason or other to deter me. The chance of rain, cold weather, transportation, even the tiniest detail as what to take, have turned this self-inflicted obligation in to an inexpressible joy, not because they allowed me to go, but because the circumstances seemed viable enough to prevent me. It is often the idea of expectation that is so frightening, but those of the physical world are so much easier to confront; for it is the imagination of what we expect, and what we think it will be like, that is the most damaging to our state of mind. All of our actions are simple and clear-cut, but it is only when we reflect on how to deal with them that they become confusing; our problem arises in believing there is a standard to be attained, that there is something that we must figure out how to use. Of course it is hard to deny this standard, or any standard, because it is reproduced countless times by countless people over countless days until the moment it comes and finally takes hold of us, of which moment we could hardly say is not true. But there is something also beyond this, which has brought us in and will take us out of existence without our knowing how, or needing to know how, to deal with it. It is this that makes the standard inherent, and therefore removes our need to attain the standard, or to do anything about it. We do it or we don't; we go hiking or we don't, but whatever it is, we do it without the idea of escaping something or improving it; it is merely the movement of our interior selves into the physical world, which perhaps, if we look hard enough, is neither one nor the other.
Douglas Thornton
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