Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST January 30th 2023

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For this session we read a poem Brave World” by Tony Hoagland, posted below. 

Our prompt was: Take us to an unknown shore.

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"Brave World" by Tony Hoagland

But what about the courage
of the cancer cell
that breaks out from the crowd
it has belonged to all its life

like a housewife erupting
from her line at the grocery store
because she just can’t stand
the sameness anymore?

What about the virus that arrives
in town like a traveler
from somewhere faraway
with suitcases in hand,

who only wants a place
to stay, a chance to get ahead
in the land of opportunity,
but who smells bad,

talks funny, and reproduces fast?
What about the microbe that
hurls its tiny boat straight
into the rushing metabolic tide,

no less cunning and intrepid
than Odysseus; that gambles all
to found a city
on an unknown shore?

What about their bill of rights,
their access to a full-scale,
first-class destiny?
their chance to realize

maximum potential?-which, sure,
will come at the expense
of someone else, someone
who, from a certain point of view,

is a secondary character,
whose weeping is almost
too far off to hear,

a noise among the noises
coming from the shadows
of any brave new world.

Credit: Tony Hoagland

4 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EST January 30th 2023

  1. Rita B

    An unknown shore – Rita Basuray

    Unknown shores are shrinking in horizontal distance. In the past, if one sailed the seas, then loved ones staying back, would look out their windows for years, for the sailors to return. Now, distant lands are closer and closer and unknown shores are mostly all discovered, mapped and catalogued. Perhaps we now go – not east, west, north or south, but vertically below or above, and explore not shores but further depths below or spaces above.

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    • michele348

      Maybe we all will have the opportunity to become “Dora, the Explorer” and set off to explore uncharted waters and unchartered space. That’s if we are good friends with Elon Musk 🙂

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  2. Take us to an unknown shore~~~

    Safety lingers off at a distance, out of sight,
    shrouded in the darkness and billowing fog.
    I struggle, trying to find my way,
    but it seems I remain motionless, not gaining any ground, defenseless.
    The struggle to reach safety is wearing on my will, weakening my spirit.

    But then, from out of the darkness, the full moon breaks through and I see safety in the distance.
    I move now with all my strength, with renewed hope to reach my destination,
    where all questions may be answered.

    Will this new place be better than where I began my journey?

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  3. al3793

    Take us to an unknown shore…

    A silent, submicronic, deadly interloper that does not think swept across shores unknown to it,
    making its way from east to west.
    The Susquehanna may have stalled it for a week but it found its way from Red Rose to White,
    like aphids drifting motionless and also without sound from one bud to the next
    – red or white does not matter.

    Those afflicted – all of society – across the world found themselves on the edge of new worlds.

    They were deafened by the din of mourners weeping, gasps for breath,
    endless mechanical chatter of life support,
    the voices of those fearing death, tempered by the smiling exhausted eyes of
    nurses, doctors and many others, avatars of compassion, touch that soothes the roughed up,
    the dying and those trying to find their way to another shore.

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