I have drunk in the words of Yona Harvey a'plenty and surfaced quenched. She is a blessing of a poet, a writer who's words stick in the psyche for time. Of her breadth of work, there is one particular poem
In which we reach out to our community to engage in the making of Collaborative Content beyond our Topic (place-bound) limitations, to invite you to participate Rhizomatically in the conversation/dialogue that happens here on site. Responses will be catalogued and posted in a follow up feature, and potentially (if you are speedy) read from at the event itself. Please email all responses to firstname.lastname@example.org or respond in the comment section below. Thanks for playing! What makes human communication different from that of animals? Where does music fit in? How can our poetic or other verbal creation be representative of a more essential form of human communication, reminding us of our linguistic origins?