Conversations For Transformation: Essays Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard

Conversations For Transformation

Essays By Laurence Platt

Inspired By The Ideas Of Werner Erhard

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Poet Laureate

Chicago, Illinois, USA

August 8, 2004



This essay, Poet Laureate, is the companion piece to
  1. A Different Set Of Rules
  2. Poet Laureate II
  3. Poet Laureate III
  4. Sitting
in that order.

It is also the second in an open group Encounters With A Friend:
  1. Showing Up
  2. Poet Laureate
  3. A Man In The Crowd
  4. Real Men Cry
  5. A Different Set Of Rules
  6. Nametag: A True Story
  7. Half Life
  8. Waiting On You
  9. Erotica On Schedule
  10. A House On Franklin Street
  11. NeXT
  12. Reflection On A Window
  13. Here And There
  14. How To Enroll The World
  15. Demonstration
  16. Two Of Me II: Confirmation Not Correction
  17. Holiday Spectacular
  18. Hello! How Are Things Going For You?
  19. Regular Guy
  20. A Scholar And A Gentleman
  21. Images Of You
  22. With Nothing Going On
  23. Where No One Has Gone Before
  24. Attachment: Causeway Between Islands
  25. If You're Not Then Don't
  26. Images Of You II
  27. Living Where Life Is
  28. Create Me The Way I Am
  29. How Do You Spell The Sound A Ratchet Makes?
  30. You Don't Ask "Why Me?"  When It's Raining II
  31. The Stink Of Zen
so far, in that order.

It is also the first in the quadrilogy Poet Laureate:
  1. Poet Laureate
  2. Poet Laureate II
  3. Poet Laureate III
  4. Poet Laureate IV
in that order.




He's sitting in a chair. It's one of the most remarkable things I've ever seen in my life: this man just sitting in this chair.

You may ask "What's remarkable about something so mundane as a person sitting in a chair?".

The thing is you never  see a person just sitting in a chair. A person sitting in a chair is never just sitting in the chair. When they're sitting in a chair they're doing something else other than just sitting in the chair. They're thinking. They're looking around. They're fidgeting. In fact when they're sitting in a chair they're doing everything but  just sitting in the chair.

He's just sitting in the chair. It's both disconcerting and mesmerizing to witness.

I ponder out loud whether the spiritual paradigm is the source of the human paradigm, or whether the human paradigm is the source of the spiritual paradigm. He watches me with crystal steel blue eyes which seem to twinkle a joke, the punch line of which he knows but doesn't want to spoil for me, and he says, firmly, "Don't know!" in that rich, deep, Philadelphian accent, the hint of a smile flickering across his face.

There's no doubt  in him as to who he is for himSelf. None. Zero. And it's not that he has no doubt in that regard because he's handled doubt, because he's bracketed  doubt - if that were so, it would mean there was doubt. No, it's not that. He has ... no ... doubt.

During our meeting I jokingly say he being the "king" makes me the "court jester". He looks up from his work and just stares at me ...

"OK OK" I say. "How about 'Poet Laureate' then?".

"Much better" he says slowly, going back to his work.



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