Very few poets see their own influence in That Light, though a few come across on intimate terms with The Bridge of Wording, the vital intersection of language and observation, at the crossroads of the intimate and the ultimate, the dwelling place of influence godly, where no distinction, no bifurcation can live or breathe or enjoy being.  At that point, That Still Point, even talk of crossroads can be completely misleading.  What poet would relish taking on all this; such a waste of nerve and verve and, not the least, verbs.

But The Worder takes all this on willingly, eventually by surrendering the puny will.  Not to glorify the role of the worder, yet to say plain the role played, the worder rests in the dwelling place at the intersection of Language and Looking precisely to notice The Word as the incarnation of that intersection and at once be really a small potato in all this, forever destined to be wondering, to keep the footing and to stay grounded, how did one get there, what is one doing there, and why. 

On the sly, so to speak, the worder may well seem a mean poet, one standing in, so to say, suggestive of poetry in the writing, insofar as the language of poetry finds employment.  It goes not without saying, being a mean poet in this fashion, with the dress of a poet, does not mean being mean, that is to say, nasty or uncaring.  Indeed, on reflection upon your own experience, maybe you will find contemplative writers to be among the most caring souls you would ever want to be around, if you could get them to come around, for they can be so hermit-like, sometimes.  They do tend to have a quite large sense of humor, all things considered, and can find a funeral as delightful as a wedding; at the very least, the comedy of tragedy is not lost on them, anymore than is, say, the reverse.

Contemplation, or to stress the act, contemplating, is after all a kind of acting, just no mean acting out, but an acting kind, kindly, and with an intention that reaches inward, more intimate than therapy, and outward, more inclusive than custom, beyond even the stars of astronomy.  The contemplative act of wording is other by intention than entertaining, as it has fewer conscious tricks up its sleeve, and is less self-conscious, you can say, dealing more with an awareness beyond and independent of the self.  Wording is different by intention from education, too, for it's main focus is not ideas, not notions, but noticing. 

Naturally, the intent is not to relegate entertainment or education but to point out the intent of wording.  Such intention, intention that deals with such ness, itself, proves to go beyond intention, itself, in the end.                                      
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