Highly intuitive statement. Even the best of us (or most anarchically accepting amongst us) have trouble with such third ear attempts at tuning into such frequencies.
Sometimes, when listening to such confessionals as with Davy Knittle, or, with my first readings/impressions of Nora Bateson’s Small Arcs of Larger Circles (here’s just another white woman with privilege, producing decent poetry to share amongst friends…then I read between the lines…), I find myself unable to recognize the significance, see such talk as limited and not a part of my circle or missing the bigger story. This is a closed mind at work (my own). I am caught thinking “what can I gain from someone who speaks of such great connections with a group that I cannot connect/have not connected with?” The language flies right by me. I am in an out-of-this-world atmosphere unable to be grounded in their full experience.
Then I read between the lines. I tune into the atmospheric pressures that cause the third ear to awaken. That high pitched frequency is a sure sign that I have tuned into the collective aesthetic-sphere (perhaps God, as you say) that awakens us to what words so crudely convey. I readily connect to the creative means of communication found on this site (see @Ariadne’s latest poem dedicated to past Cafe participants for an in-the-moment example). Can I connect instantly with individuals outside of my realm of communication, such as with Davy Knittle?
I made mention in a past Cafe that I imagine, with all of this technology being tossed onto children and adults, a storytelling society would ideally arise out of the ashes of the techno-malaise. YouTube is a wealth of stories. Yet I am talking more about the in the moment creations; impromptu connections; a society of story-telling explorers, seeking the right language to share. We “bottom-feeders” (those outside of the story being written for us) are passing down stories. No need to write a book; no need to publish the story to tell…simply tell it; speak it in into the air, record it on the spot. Creativity arises from the ashes of the old stories. In my mind, these conversations we share have a bit more life than that of the written word. We are taking elements from the somewhat limited, “in-time” (set-in-stone) one-sided conversation of a non-fictional account in writing - for example, I loved Connolly’s Facing the Planetary and collected many new threads to pursue from his writing…but I would much rather keep a constant conversation with him, hear his daily stories, have him participate in our weekly Cafes…make the Cafes daily… The arts never die…the arts will always thrive. The technologies allow for such creativity and novel stories to arise within the momentum of monumental modica.
I will not be able to attend the “economic edition” of the Cafe (TANSTAAFL or There Ain’t No Such Thing As A Free Lunch) set up by @achronon set for Tuesday, but I imagine there will be connections between the recommended reading and the atmosphere(s).
Speaking of money and changing atmospheres…I find this promising, though I know very little about the man Grantham (or the combating of overpopulation)…good luck, ye wealthy denizens of earth…perhaps ye are our only hope to change things at the top as we tell stories as bottom-feeders:
https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2019-01-17/jeremy-grantham-s-1-billion-plan-to-fight-climate-change