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Joe Lamb, featured reader, Writing through War workshop #1
February 21, 2016 by War Requiem Committee Leave a Comment
Joe Lamb, founder of the Borneo Project, is a writer, activist, Vietnam-era veteran, and arborist. His poetry and essays have appeared in Earth Island Journal, The Sun, Caliban, Wind, and other magazines; and included in the anthologies: The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart: A Poetry Anthology, Robert Bly et al., editors, and Veterans of War/Veterans of Peace, (ed., Maxine Hong Kingston.) He lives in Berkeley, California. (Story Chorus)
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JOE LAMB is a poet, arborist, and co-director of the Berkeley-Borneo Big Home Project, a citizen diplomacy group for indigenous rights and rain-forest preservation in Borneo. He lives in Berkeley, California. (The Sun)
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Oh my Lord! This dude was SO hard to track down! I kept finding bits and pieces of info about him and another couple poems, but the only way I knew I had the right guy was because in the top piece up there it says his work was included in The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart. Interesting guy. Multi-talented activist. Very different from other poets I’ve put on here.
I really liked this poem because I have experienced it. Not the cherries part, but trying to analyze my dreams when I was 20-40 or so in an effort to find out who I was. Now, however, were I to have the same dreams, like his at an older age, it would be all about more mundane things. I wonder if that just happens as we get older? What do you think?
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Cherries
When I was five, we lived in Tesuque, in a mud house with walls two feet thick. I dreamed I was perched in the top of our cherry tree. Mom and aunt Owane paced in small circles far below. Cupping their hands, they yelled, “Come down. You’ll fall!” I watched the wind billow their long dresses, and soared to a taller tree.
When I was thirty, I remembered the dream.
When I was thirty-five, I remembered the cherries were thick, sweet, and yellow.
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I think that when we are young we find ourselves more interesting. We are forever looking for proof that we are fascinating. In the end we discover we’re no more scintillating than anyone else. These days I try to analyse my dreams in order to get to the bottom of how I feel about the things that are happening to me, and the people who are involved. In this way I hope to control my life – but it doesn’t make a blind bit of difference.
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“I think that when we are young we find ourselves more interesting. We are forever looking for proof that we are fascinating. ” OML, Jane! That made me laugh right out loud! It’s so true!
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Nice!
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I think it’s kind of grounded, earthy…
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I never ,or very seldom ,remember my dreams.I know I have them because in the twilight of awaking I sometimes remain afew mor winks to finish. but as soon as I am awake…..gone——-
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I can honestly say I have pretty good recall. But I think that must come from being a journaler…
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