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Life and Reading

I am a firm believer in the acquisition of empirical knowledge over propositional knowledge.

Real life over book learning.

This is not to say that learning from books has no value rather that it should be part of the whole learning and life experience.

For me to tell you that you can “only live your life but you can read someone else’s” is actually disingenuous. Case in point, anyone who read Frey’s “A Million Little Pieces” back when it came out in 2003, found out later that they had read a total lie.

To achieve what Kierkgaard referred to as Erfahrung, we need to get out and get face to face with the world around us, that, in order to understand the diverse and multi-faceted nature of the world, of humanity and of the human condition, we need to get out and meet it and talk to it, to recognize and immerse ourselves in the experiential nature of human epistemology. You simply can’t select a book by a “diverse” author and think you will comprehend their experience, their life.

You may acquire some insight by doing so, but to think you’ve found some sort of touchstone of diversity and, thereby an enlightened perspective is fantasy.

This is not to say I am discouraging people from reading as much as they can, on the contrary.

I think you should read as much as you can when you are not out exploring both near and far, meeting all the many people who may or may not look or think like you and having simple conversations.

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“Cicadas” coming soon!

I’m pleased to let everyone know that I will be releasing a collection of new poems in April.

“Cicadas” will be available in Kindle and ebook versions first, paperbacks to follow as soon as I determine where my POD services will be.

Here is a rough of the potential cover, as always, thoughts and criticisms are welcome.

Thanks for showing up!

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5-29-17


In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row, 

That mark our place, and in the sky, 

The larks, still bravely singing, fly, 

Scarce heard amid the guns below. 
We are the dead; short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, 

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields. 
Take up our quarrel with the foe! 

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high! 

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

1915

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4-30-17


woodsmoke smells of home

when the clean-up leads

to brush burning

renewal and a fresh outlook

but it clings to your clothes

your hands and hair

you watch it trickle away

down the shower drain.

late at night dreams reveal 

tall flames, fire licking 

the ink black sky

while smoke stings the eyes

and obscures the countless stars.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-29-17


Pink and white

apple blossoms 

smile through the green

while the scent of lilacs

dressed in purple royalty 

is carried on the breeze.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-28-17


walking the dirt track in

plowed fields all around

revealed in the dim light

I stop

to double check for everything

calls, shells and gloves

anticipation building

for a colorful, strutting tom.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-27-17


the deer feed slowly

moving across the hillside

unnoticed by most.
© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-26-17


off and on 

drizzle becomes rain

becomes drizzle again

the wind pushes the clouds

across our moisture laden

horizons

the skies as dark

as your hair.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-25-17


Rain pocks the slow flowing

surface of the river

its low murmur

speaks to the many

whirlpools that spin themselves out on their way downstream.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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4-24-17


a hand reaches out 

with food across a fire

witness this act

long after the hunt 

and the final meal is offered

to the animal itself

in this time honored

denouement.

© Erik Hansen 2017

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