listen to starfish

The name of this blog is a line I came across the other day while searching for a name . . I found a poem in a Richard Brautigan book that belongs to my husband. It reminded me of a line of my own in a collection of poetry I published years ago. Something about.. listening to a starfish with your hand,  letting your senses move towards a brand new way of listening.. an exquisite listening.
That's what I'm after. That new way of listening. Call it intuition? My inner voice? Something outside of me?

Richard Brautigan was a writer published in the 70's, it's not my favourite writer of all times, still, I do like his sense of humour and I enjoy reading his work. His poetry is somewhat sad but funny too.
I would say that in his writing he is an "affectionate pessimist".
His great sense of humour contradicts the fact that he shot himself in his cabin in the late seventies.
Or maybe not. A good sense of humour can't save you from everything, can it. 

Here is the poem that Richard Brautigan wrote who inspired me for the title of this blog.
For some obscure reason I find it hillarious.
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CALVIN LISTENS TO STARFISH

Calvin listens to starfish.
He listens to them very carefully,
lying in the tide pools,
soaking wet
with his clothes on,
but is he really listening to them?

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(Oh, and when I think of it, my own poem was about jellyfish.)