Brendan Constantine
"Dr. Underwood! I haven't seen you since we sealed the Gates of Hell!" outrageous, no? no. just Brendan. humor and enthusiasm. he has given himself permission to say and to do what breaks open our listening and our thinking so we can participate in poetry. and so we can give ourselves our own equivalent of that permission. so I can have a tied-up princess scolding a dragon for lack of forethought. or you can have advice from a great-great-grand-aunt argued with by an ur-mother. or someone else can have a leaf take 46 hours to fall eight feet because it needs to finish one last conversation with a breeze. Brendan frees our imaginations to have a sheep dressed up in a suit give a lecture on Aristotle's misunderstandings of Socrates. He lets us see a sandstone bridge that arcs from Asgard to Faerie. The Navajo have a story that Brendan once slipped into and blocked the hole into Middle Earth until Coyote told him all his stories. And then Brendan demanded six more. The elves speak of Brendan, when they do, in hushed voices. A butterfly once confided to a scarab that Brendan had taught her how to scan Aramaic verse. That's Brendan.
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